FUCKING GIANT TEXT
You head into a cavern, with some husks along the way. What do you do?
You have a nice moment of serenity.
"Ah, screw that guy, they'll get in the way later. Should probably knock them in the lake before they become trouble."
The voice in your head disagrees.
I awaken, yawning and stretching. My vitality and energy are fully restored.
Imagine waking up with energy couldnāt be me
I head back out of the bench room.
In which direction, up or down?
I speak with the voice in my head:
"Oh shut up, I'm not letting my schizophrenia make me do things I don't wanna do."
None of this was said aloud so as to not alert the Moss Knight to my presence
Letās go up.
Where is this diddy blud
I walk near one of them, and try pogoing to get past without trouble.
@sansbot roll 1d20
8
Shi-
I get the timing wrong and take one mask of damage.
The Husk attacks!
@sansbot roll 1d20
The Wandering Husk engages you.
MULTI-HIT ATTACK WITH THREE MASKS OF DAMAGE
THE HUSK METAMORPHOSIS INTO THE FUCKING HOLLOW KNIGHT
I take only 1 mask and try attacking again
@sansbot roll 1d20
You find yourself in a vast corridor, suspended upon poles of what may be rock, but may be something else. graceful architecture is coupled with soothing rain, falling from above, down below, creating a painting of tranquility. None but you walk this path.
Continue?
I PROCEED
what the actual heck
You damage the Wandering Husk, which attacks yet again.
@sansbot roll 1d20