Craw away, try not to die and patch self up. Weap that I failed to steal Groo's heart...and that I am shot
[Medical 4] You tear apart your inner shirt and shove it into the hole, you seem to mostly stop the bleeding though a fair amount of blood is still leaking out. You weep once you finish this. You watch the ground get ever closer to you, the daemons rumbling rendition of Bob Marellys greatest hits continuing to blare at you. [resilience 1] The force of the island crashing slams you into the metal wall, head first….yeah, even Groo might have had some trouble shaking that one off.
Do I have a parachute? I don't think I do, so I'll grab demdommdom and jump off the edge with him, using his parachute to slow both our falls. I'll just be sure to maintain a death grip on him while I pull the cord.
That's how that works, right?
you drag the limp body of Damian off and shove him off the platform as you jump off you self, You hold onto his unconscious body and pull the cord praying your strength hold out. [str 1] The force of the parachute opening tears it out of your hand and you watch in horror as Damian is jerked out of your grip. You look down, well at least you last sight is a beautiful view of an untamed forest.
Groo pats Rufferto on the head, and removes the doggy gas mask so he can feed it a treat. "Good Rufferto! Next time, you can do it yourself! Groo not taught, so had to jump lots before Groo figured it out."
Remove Rufferto's mask, add it to inventory. Then walk away from the falling island. Watch it land; would it be possible to get back up there and recover Spazy's body?
Groo remove Ruffertos mask and, and sticks it into the nebulous subspace called the inventory, he turns and walks away at a brisk walk from the falling island, he stares at it as the island slams into the ground. the ground shakes with the movement.
((Thanks, Egan.))
Just keep waiting on the daemon. Look around the breakfast room.
You look around the breakfast room, it's decorated in white lines over the table blue wallpaper and an oven to the at the corner of the room, the room has a medium sized metal chandelier at the top of it, the candles blazing away with a blue flame….wait. This realization by the daemon striding out, his human face cracking in a dozen places light pouring through in between the cracks. The daemon hurls a glove at you, before speaking his voice crackling with energy and emotion.
I challenge you to duel for honor. As the challenged party you shall have the privilege of choosing the weapons.