Wyvern Posted September 1, 2003 Author Report Posted September 1, 2003 StMichael You don't even care that I'm dead? My ego has shattered.
Wyvern Posted September 1, 2003 Author Report Posted September 1, 2003 Ephemeron Well... I sorta killed myself too... so there's not much I can care about
Wyvern Posted September 1, 2003 Author Report Posted September 1, 2003 Peredhil31 The foul stench quickly overpowered our heroes. One by one they fell unconcious to the floor. Some, like St. Michael, seemed more susceptible to the corrosive gas - reacting with his armor, the resultant acids consumed him quickly. Down in the main cavern, Timmy shuddered and shook. Noxious gases polluted the air as Wyvern blocked the two of the chambered stomachs within the Great Dragon. violent chemicals flowed and mixed freely. Finally Timmy belched -- (The gases exiting their normal egress crossed the platinum grid which lined the last four feet of his throat and erupted into flames. The gases which had been slipping out his - look! Heavenly Uranus! - ignited. Fire gouted hundreds of feet out the natural chimneys in the rock, sucking the gases from deeper within the complex, which in turn fueled the inferno.) and hiccupped! (The magic pollen laden flower, caught in the eructative wave, suddenly reversed in the hiccup and swept down into Timmy's left lung, lodging firmly in his bronchial tube, causing a fatal erethismic reaction.) In a violent effort to expel the flower, Timmy exhaled to death. The fire drawn vacuum nearly ruptured the eardrums of the unconcious surviving few. The flames that had reached to the dead-end (ironically their salvation) had merely shorn the hair from their wooly companions. In a brief while, the survivors began to revive...
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