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8/7/2025, 2:05:27 AM
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“What the Hells are we waiting for, then?” Modd groans! “Let’s set it up while we’re still unnotice-”
Can’t, you reply with a shake of your head, gotta be higher up. Above the trenches. Both of your comrades balk at the news.
“But… what if they see it?”
Bomb’ll blow up no matter what, you reply with a weary shrug. Just have to hope they don’t teleport it away…
Your conversation is cut short by a low, rumbling roar–one that rattles you to your very core!
“What… the HELLS was that?” Hisses Modd, his fear palpable even through the mask!
Doesn’t matter, you growl as you begin to ascend the side of the trench, bomb’s gotta be armed. You steal a glance at your fellow Mox. And they’ve got to get going.
Zaan reacts as if you’d just slapped his sister. “Save it for the ballads, you stupid bastard–we’re not leaving without-”
You’ll catch up, you groan, the chains holding the bomb beginning to dig into your shoulders, secure a way out–you won’t have time to sneak!
Modd answers by digging his boots into the side of the trench next to you. “Stuff it up your arse, you stubborn, wart-covered prick. We arm it together, we run like Hell together.”
“And if need be,” Zaan adds as he too starts to climb the side of the trench, “Then we all go out together.”
“Whaddaya’ say to that, you stupid bastard?”
What DID you say to that?
>All together now…
>I say start running, you idiots. (Go alone)
>Write-In
“What the Hells are we waiting for, then?” Modd groans! “Let’s set it up while we’re still unnotice-”
Can’t, you reply with a shake of your head, gotta be higher up. Above the trenches. Both of your comrades balk at the news.
“But… what if they see it?”
Bomb’ll blow up no matter what, you reply with a weary shrug. Just have to hope they don’t teleport it away…
Your conversation is cut short by a low, rumbling roar–one that rattles you to your very core!
“What… the HELLS was that?” Hisses Modd, his fear palpable even through the mask!
Doesn’t matter, you growl as you begin to ascend the side of the trench, bomb’s gotta be armed. You steal a glance at your fellow Mox. And they’ve got to get going.
Zaan reacts as if you’d just slapped his sister. “Save it for the ballads, you stupid bastard–we’re not leaving without-”
You’ll catch up, you groan, the chains holding the bomb beginning to dig into your shoulders, secure a way out–you won’t have time to sneak!
Modd answers by digging his boots into the side of the trench next to you. “Stuff it up your arse, you stubborn, wart-covered prick. We arm it together, we run like Hell together.”
“And if need be,” Zaan adds as he too starts to climb the side of the trench, “Then we all go out together.”
“Whaddaya’ say to that, you stupid bastard?”
What DID you say to that?
>All together now…
>I say start running, you idiots. (Go alone)
>Write-In
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