Ramona was meant for a proportionately gigantic yoyo (ROLLED 9), and Cedar's ?terrifying? warrior cry at least seems to startle the bugs (ROLLED 6).
The swarm winds up for a massive attack, but Ramona's spinning yoyo squashes too many of them.
The remaining bugs pull up and away. Their incessant buzzing grows softer and softer as they flee, until there is nothing. A second of silence ticks by, and then, abruptly everything rewinds and finds its right place in the memory. The scene explodes with sound once more.
"Noooo no no no!" the muscheron cries out, righted on his shoe once again, blowing at the moth on his nose. "Can't!! Cannot!!! Gibbaaaaaaaaaaak."
With a sneeze, the string yanks loose of the yo-yo, somehow back in the muscheron's arms. The muscheron slams forward in the shoe. The force of the sneeze rocks the entire shoe and it tilts precariously to the side while the muscheron scrambles to stay upright. It swerves, abruptly changing course toward the doors. Hands pressed against his face, peeking through his fingers, the muscheron watches as the shoe careens straight toward the big glowing door. Seconds before he hits, the door unlocks, and green and purple bubbles cascade down.
Welcome to Deeplurk, little guy. With no other exit available, this seems like the best way back home.
[YOU HAVE DEFEATED THE ENCOUNTER AND COMPLETED THE MEMORY! You found the linchpin. You may continue to scene here or leave through the portal.]
MEMORY: Getting Sorted - COMPLETE!
The swarm winds up for a massive attack, but Ramona's spinning yoyo squashes too many of them.
The remaining bugs pull up and away. Their incessant buzzing grows softer and softer as they flee, until there is nothing. A second of silence ticks by, and then, abruptly everything rewinds and finds its right place in the memory. The scene explodes with sound once more.
"Noooo no no no!" the muscheron cries out, righted on his shoe once again, blowing at the moth on his nose. "Can't!! Cannot!!! Gibbaaaaaaaaaaak."
With a sneeze, the string yanks loose of the yo-yo, somehow back in the muscheron's arms. The muscheron slams forward in the shoe. The force of the sneeze rocks the entire shoe and it tilts precariously to the side while the muscheron scrambles to stay upright. It swerves, abruptly changing course toward the doors. Hands pressed against his face, peeking through his fingers, the muscheron watches as the shoe careens straight toward the big glowing door. Seconds before he hits, the door unlocks, and green and purple bubbles cascade down.
Welcome to Deeplurk, little guy. With no other exit available, this seems like the best way back home.
[YOU HAVE DEFEATED THE ENCOUNTER AND COMPLETED THE MEMORY! You found the linchpin. You may continue to scene here or leave through the portal.]