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[317] Inevitability
Tapping the side of the borehole with your sword, you tread your way blindly through the sticky slime. You follow its twisting and turning course for what seems like an age and begin to wonder where it might lead. Suddenly you hear a slithering sound up ahead. You freeze with fear, your eyes desperately trying to pierce the pitch-black darkness. Before you realize what is happening, you are gripped round the neck by the powerful mandibles of another Rock Grub. It is the mate of the Rock Grub you killed and has been attracted by the smell of blood on your sword. It squeezes harder until your neck snaps like a small twig. Your adventure ends here.
Well, fuck, you guys, you died! I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later, but I never really prepared for this eventuality. N... now what should we do?
Well, fuck, you guys, you died! I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later, but I never really prepared for this eventuality. N... now what should we do?
