>>23085479But the surprises don't stop there, as you then discovered that Grashglik--the sadistic android assassin whom you thought you escaped from over a year ago--was enlisted as the lethal enforcer of the stronghold. With no ways to enter the fortress without playing by his rules, you jumped headfirst into a game of Purrloins and Patrats, the prize being a confrontation with the Organization's führer.
Though it took some castle raiding and soldier slaughtering, you eventually tracked the hitman down, PA mic in-hand, the whole package. But as fate would have it, things aren't quite that simple.
As it turns out, the floor to the Communications Dept. isn't as stable as it may seem, and thus, you are now falling to what may be certain doom.
"Aaaaaaah-umpf!"
Fortunately your fate is nowhere near as deadly as it could have been. You hit the bottom with a loud THUD, and end up getting is a face full of sand and gravel. Not a second later do you jerk upward and squeal from the burning agony that's ravaging your reddening eyes.
"AAGH! Fuck, fuck, FUCK! M-My retinas!"
No amount of rubbing can get the sediments out, and even if you could, it doesn't matter. You're surrounded by mounds of sand as far as the eye can see. It seems you've crash landed in some sort of enormous cavern underneath the castle. Those that also took the plunge with you seem to have landed elsewhere..
"Jeez.. I'm never going to get the sand out of these clothes.."
A) Not unless you try. [x] Attempt to get sand out of clothes.
B) Make sand angels.
C) Call Grashglik out like a punk.
D) Encounter a Pokemon living here.
E) Feel a disturbing presence lurking.
