You are in a dungeon.
You are in a dungeon.
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:::::.\::::::::.\::::::::.\:::::... ! ACTION TIME !
' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--' `--'Leaning forward, you poke the dim gyration glowing in the dead magician’s belly. There is a caesarean pop, and you lose your balance, falling shoulder deep through the corpse. You don’t feel the bottom, but you do feel a prickling sensation that crawls up your arm and settles on the back of your neck. You’re pretty sure it said “Mama”.
Face down, you see the paper dolls righting themselves and standing back in attention.
The footfalls in the hallway are now retreating.