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I shoot Knife in the shin. | |
I start building a ladder. | |
"HEY KNIFE IF YOU COULD PULL UP A SECURITY FEED AND HELP ME FIND OUT WHERE THE FUCK I NEED TO GO THAT'D BE NICE." | |
"OWSONUVABITCH!" I yell, hopping on my uninjured foot. "What the fuck was that for!?" Meanwhile, Salt's plees go unanswered. Even if Knife could hear him, he'd have to be in the | |
"FUCKING HELL, SOMEBODY HELP!" | |
A signpost looms on the horizon, where it points to? Nobody knows. | |
I bump into the signpost and run my hand across it. "Great fucking help you are." | |
"Sorry about that." | |
"Oh, not bad."
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The bullet bounces of the metal of my other shin and zips off into the distance. "I re-illiterate Trilby, WHAT THE FUCK?!" I yell. "Oi, Sister you there?" Knife says, snapping his fingers. | |
"BORED!" | |
"Hello? Narrator? What do?" | |
"I was about to say watch out for stray bullets." Well... There's not much to do when lost in a forest. I suppose there's time to chat up the local warlock community. "Halt foreigner! Ye are not welcome in hither woods." | |
"Since when have you been this disturbingly vague and foreshadow-y?" Knife asks, raising an eyebrow. "..." I fire my grenade launcher at Trilby, leaving him to shake off the effects of a point blank flash-bang as I limp off. | |
Due to the fact that I'm carrying a shitload of explosives and flammable liquids, the flashbang causes me to light up like the fifth of November. Oh, and I'm blind, deaf and can't walk, either. | |
"Oh hey there friends! Don't worry I'm not gonna do anything, I'm just a little lost and also have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing. I used to be a warlock too, then some asshole took my magic away." | |
I phone Trilby. | |
I hack into the phoneline. | |
I carve into the ground with my broken sword: DEAR GOD SOMEONE FUCKING FIND ME. | |
"Well, you see Zombie... I shot Knife, Salt's wandered off somewhere, Sister's gone looking for Better-Knife, Paddy's still missing, Sigma's... doing something and that's about everything that's happened." | |
"The man is butchering the English language. Allow me the pleasure of eviscerating him." "Nay, I shall speak with him first. Werst thou from traveler?" | |
"Well I used to be from earth, but then that went to shit or something, now I guess I'm just from the mall." | |
"Right well-HOLY SHIT SNOW!" I run into the outside world to enjoy the snow. | |
I build a snowman. | |
I rap weakly against the security room door before slinking down against it dejectedly. | |
I go find a workshop and start building some robot limbs. | |
"Hmm, one of the Fighters. I have a task for you, traveler, if you are interested." | |
I clap my hands even further together. "Now you're talking! What can I do for you?" | |
"GODDAMIT I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE." | |
He points deep into the woods, his hand glowing in the dark night. "Not two miles toward the rising sun, across the river Charon lies Harstrad. Take this." He hands you a staff wrapped in wool. "Present it to the villagers and return here. You will be rewarded." | |
After walking, well, limping for a while, I come across some markings carved into The Mall's tiles, as if scrawled by a madman. "Oi Salt, you around?!" I yell, cupping my hands together. | |
"Knife? KNIFE THANK GOD WHERE ARE YOU!?" | |
I take the staff and carefully store it in my bag. "I won't let you down!" I begin to run towards the rising sun. "I hope." "Wait Charon!?" | |
I peer over Knifes shoulder. | |
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"G'day Sis, how've you been?" Knife asks as he swivels around in the pilot's chair to face Sister.