Turn 7 Scan for any threats and search for a light
[1] - You trip. The fall damages your iPMD. You now have a
Damaged Brain.
See if the PMD has a flashlight attachment/thing. If not, help look for the light switch.
It doesn’t. [6-
2] - After some fumbling, you hit your hand off a switch. The room lights up. It is about 8x8 feet. There is a large thick metal door on the other side of the room, with a small metal panel next to it.
I look around for deadly bits to use and shall stand uncomfortably close to people.
You step into the Bunker. [5] You notice a small table with terminal on top of it. There is a plug-in for PMDs. You plug it in and the
Messanger is installed. You then stand next to Cylith and breath loudly onto his ear.
With a theatrical spin, I enter the bunker. Assuming a fencing stance, I stab at the darkness. A stab so frightening that the dark itself with run away in fear, allowing us to see the inside of the bunker.
You stab into the room, and at that moment Cylith hits the light switch. You are filled with pride.
Heh. I stand up, brush myself off, and continue on my merry way (still north-west). If I don't run into anything when I get there I send out a general message with my PMD: "Can you hear me now?"
You end up in Forest North 1. You send the message to all your fellow prisoners.
I search for and scan any life I can find. I try to find some sort of pack animal, but keep my distance and observe them.
[5] - You notice a bipedal creature, about the size of an ostrich, although it is less feathery, and it has a duck’s head. It is green with stripes of black. You scan it. It is a Lesser Cragr. It is described as a docile and friendly creature. It is nomadic, meaning it does not feel any need to protect territories.
I smirk slightly, and move to the side. Hopefully, I keep away from the cluttered mass of my fellow ex-prisoners, who seem to be stabbing at one another.
You succeed in remaining un-stabbed.
no skill pionts in leap?
Ayways EAT THAT BIRD
You lunge forward, teeth bared. [6] - You pull the bird’s head off! Gore splatters everywhere!
You are now a Wrestler (¾).