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by Stormbringer » Sun Jun 01, 2025 3:38 pm
You land hard on the slippery, booze-coated floor of the wine-cellar, covered with loose bottles.
Three barrels are stacked in a corner, as well as a crate.
There is a hole in the wall of the cellar, leading into a cave.
Just as you're recovering from the shock of the fall, you hear a familiar mumbling voice, followed by the flash of two muzzles!
Test LUCK again, Cadaver Kid, to avoid being shot by Mumbling Manny, who is hiding behind the barrels and crate!
By the way, Doc "Scrotum", you hear these gunshots coming from the dark room adjoining the cave you're currently in.
My fire is more than can be made with forests,
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.
