darkwarlock3:
In a panic, you begin gesticulating at the squirrels in an attempt to convince them that you mean no harm. The largest squirrel suddenly looks at you, confused, then turns around and lumbers away. Two other squirrels look generally pacified, but the fourth and smallest waves and chitters angrily at its companions, then growls at you. You pick up a branch and swing it experimentally; the angry squirrel, intimidated upon realising it no longer has backup, cowers back a bit; it's still glaring at you but seems willing to let you pass.
Jilladilla:
You put the pedal to the metal!
You get about forty yards before the wheels bog down in corn, and your adventure comes to less of a screeching halt and more of a grinding corny groan. Turning back, though, the corn monster is nowhere to be seen! Did you lose it? You hope you lost it.
Smoke Mirrors:
You attempt to fade into the shadows and become intangible. You're not totally sure if that's even something you can physically do, but it sounds reasonable, right? You flatten yourself against the ground as hard as you can, until you think you feel yourself becoming one with the corn, and attempt to chase the metal object. Unfortunately, it's way too fast to follow from this vantage point, and you lose track of it in seconds amid the unnaturally heaving cornstalks. You can hear a vague groaning sound a short distance away, but you have no idea if that's the metal thing you're trying to follow, or the corn monster you're trying to avoid! This isn't going as well as you hoped.
blueturtle1134:
For a moment you contemplate the possibility that those strange spectral wolves might come to your aid again, perhaps in the form of trolls to distract the bee swarm, but this seems to be unavailing. You simply watch the troll run past, instead. This is equally useless, and the troll quickly passes out of your field of view. After about a minute, the swarm, rather more dispersed, filters back through the trees, apparently returning to the hive after having either killed or lost their quarry. You continue to think about how completely useless you're being for everyone right now. Then you hear a rustling in the trees a little way to the west.
AbstractTraitorHero:
You are not an expert at gauging the safety of calamari! You're not sure you've even seen any calamari before, and you wonder what strange whim made your parents stock the bunker with so much of it. After prodding it vaguely with a fork to make sure it isn't going to start moving again, you eventually satisfy yourself that there is nothing left to do but try it. So you do.
It's a bit of a strange taste, and sort of rubbery, but I guess you seem to like it!
crazyabe, Blood_Librarian, and Rahx:
The three of you decide to ignore whatever silly nonsense is going on outside the windows, and descend via the ladder. You find yourselves arriving in a small antechamber opening onto a comfortable-looking living room, though strewn with strange equipment that seems to have been dragged in with some disorderly haste. There are some thin lines of sawdust in the antechamber, offering evidence that something was hauled down from the floor above. After a few seconds you realise that a mer-elf, probably about the same age as the dark elf, is curled up with a computer in one of the chairs, gazing quietly at you as you enter before turning back to the screen without a word.
That's me, of course. I hope you'll forgive my lack of greeting, but I'm rather busy typing this update at the moment.
The dark elf from before comes down the ladder after you.
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