((Hmm. So, I have an idea. Shawn's a skeleton that works by replacing his bits right? I wonder if I can use this pike o' bones to build a new body. Also, if we survive this, I'm getting post-it notes and a sharpie so I can have angry eyebrows at Golgon))
"...WHY DIDN'T YOU READ THOSE OTHER PAMPLETS?!?"
Bad idea time! Dive into the pile o' bones and teeth and start building a new body! Aim for matching bits and something intimidating, if possible.
Before anything else can happen, you dive head first straight into the pile of bones.
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You immediately fall apart, completely lose track of your body and become nothing more then a skull buried somewhere in a giant mound of teeth.
"Ah Ha! My clever plan has worked! I'm now completely invisible!"
((Welp.))
"What? I was in a hurry!
Besides, it's not like we wouldn't have come if we'd known it was a ploy to feast on our tender flesh and add our bleached remains to the pile."
Glance around. There's gotta be somewhere for deranged cannibals to hide or get here nearby.
You look around. You notice a few things: First, it seems as though this little clearing in the eyeball dunes has suddenly become far larger then it was before. You're no longer in a flattened circle just barely large enough to hold the jeep and the pile of bones, you're in a giant circular field, and the road is quite a ways back away from you now. Second, there are large, three armed, faceless albino humanoids standing in a ring around the outer edge of clearing.
"I feel as though this could have gone better."
"This is why I hate the scenic route."
Light up another cigarette. Ready my broken syringe to poke things.
You pull you your syringe and light up another cigarette. You wave the sharp glass at the figures.
"We doing this? Come on, I've shanked guys bigger then you in kindergarten. Lets go."
Xankarvo blanches.
BRONZE MAN! DRIVE! AWAY! RIGHT FUCKING NOW!
Berate whoever's driving into getting the fuck away, leaving that other guy behind.
There is exactly no one in the driver's seat right now. That guy, the talking skeleton, got out of the jeep and dove into the Wall of Teeth. You berate an empty leather chair.
"I have my doubts about the effectiveness of this action", the wax maggot hanging from the rear view mirror says in a bizarrely deep voice.
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