Try to use a sharp rock or something to crush, pulverize or cut the tentacle before booking it. Shouldent have said the thing, you never are supposed to say the thing.
(2) You grasp around for something to hit the tentacle with, and end up just using your fists. You're about waist deep in water now (I mean, you are sitting so the water is really about a foot deep or so), and still bound and dragged. Let's see if that hootwolf is ... less friendly to you or the rubbery water spider (6) Well, it's hard to say of the hootwolf, and his pack are more more hostile to you or the sealife as all three of them come barrelling into the surf clamboring over you, jostling and clawing and biting. Good news is, you are currently not being dragged under. Bad news is, everything else.
CURSE REALITY FOR IMPOSING THESE FOOLISH EXPECTATIONS ON MY BODY
DRINK MORE COFFEE TO REMOVE EXHAUSTION
(5) You drink way too much (again) and are now the epitome of hyperactive. Your hands shake. Your feet are vibrating. Your teeth hurt. You can hear your own blinkiing. Your ears itch. THe lights in this BiggO are too bright. You are nauseous. You feel like you could run a marathon. You realize you are running already.
Wear the gasmask I have for just this kind of situation!
(3) You grab your gas mask and put it on. Your lungs fill with noxious fumes before you realize the mask doesn't have a filter. gagging, you fumble a filter into place, and try to remember the procedure for flushing the gasses from inside the mask. after a couple minutes of painful coughing, you manage to exhaust enough of the fumes to breathe without dying, more or less. You can't see two feet in this cloud though and these filters don't last for that long.
Head out, towards ever more efficiency!
If I spot any ragamuffins, scallywags or other ne’er-do-wells, try to resist the urge of drone striking them. Or at most just a teensy bit of droning. Just a little. Just the tip of the missile.
Who dis?: Droney McDroneface
After the global war on terror wound down, the little Reaper drone that could found itself obsolete and summarily discharged. However, with the same vigor he would hunt for high value targets in the desert of Afghanistan, he soon found himself chasing down and eliminating office inefficiencies!
Who you work for?: BlackstoneRock. BlackRock. Yes.
Where dat?: The heart of corporate scum and villainy. Downtown.
Why you no here? Oh no, faulty connectors led to a delayed recharging cycle! Damn you Tesla charge station!
Status: locked and loaded!
(1) You spot some Local Youths as you commit your patrol, and completely fail to resist the urge to [WAR CRIMES HERE]. Several minutes later, the street is cordoned off, the formerly luxury car is a boiling cloud of black smoke and an artistic spray of broken glass, bent metal, and burnt rubber, and, one way or another, the Local Youths are no longer to be seen. You ponder what classification to file this task under: efficiency improvement, high value target neutralization, public relations incident, [REDACTED], or other.
I’ll misfile reports, order unnecessary doomsday devices, and even get my own supervillain kit! Chaos Ho!
(6) you misfile reports all morning. You misfile reports so hard you find yourself deep in the mail room, or the office records room, or ... where the heck is this anyway? You don't recognize these hallways, those cubicles, that particular open floor plan, the ring of those phones, or those employees. Wait are those even employees?? Maybe subdued experimental subjects? SOemthing else? You try not to get caught looking at them. eye contact is so awkward.
Generic Corp (3rd floor): Generic White Collar Worker #2514, coffee obsessed shopper at BiggO
Super Security Place (contractors): Bob McGeneric. Loves garden gnomes and screaming. Is expecting visitors with badges
Evil Corp (skull Island): Yourname O. Whatever, nature enthusiast and enemy of fences
Manager Co (3 1/4 floor): Bob Bossman. Currently pondering the Nature of Boredom
BlackRock (corporate downtown): Droney McDroneface, powering up and rearing to go out and eliminate hostile inefficiencies
Evil, Inc. (sewers): Enam to revetahw. Wage slave dreaming of becoming an entrepreneur
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