Rule number one: always keep the curtains drawn.
Rule number two: only open the door, if you hear my secret knock.
Rule number two: only open the door, if you hear my secret knock.
There are no gods in the Upside Down. Or at least, none you want to invoke.
Wessex's strike does indeed land true, though perhaps with less oomph than the ascended would have liked. There isn't really much by way of blood: instead a dark liquid drains slowly from the wound she has left upon its belly (?), and the thing rises up in a howling fury, clearly not entertained.
Pim, though, is the most effective with his attack. Maybe the monster hates lighting, or the color pink- who knows. For whatever reason it seems to retreat as the tiny dragon blasts wild electricity through the room, an unworldly shriek coming from its flower mouth thing as it slinks back behind the corner.
Of course, lighting is notoriously hard to direct. A stray bolt crashes down the hall in the opposite direction, and oh look, we have a fire.
So here's the situation: you're in a corridor full of (presumably) empty cells. In one, something glitters. Behind you is the door. In front and to the left, a fire. In front and to the right? Your new best friend.
What do you do, team?
Wessex's strike does indeed land true, though perhaps with less oomph than the ascended would have liked. There isn't really much by way of blood: instead a dark liquid drains slowly from the wound she has left upon its belly (?), and the thing rises up in a howling fury, clearly not entertained.
Pim, though, is the most effective with his attack. Maybe the monster hates lighting, or the color pink- who knows. For whatever reason it seems to retreat as the tiny dragon blasts wild electricity through the room, an unworldly shriek coming from its flower mouth thing as it slinks back behind the corner.
Of course, lighting is notoriously hard to direct. A stray bolt crashes down the hall in the opposite direction, and oh look, we have a fire.
So here's the situation: you're in a corridor full of (presumably) empty cells. In one, something glitters. Behind you is the door. In front and to the left, a fire. In front and to the right? Your new best friend.
What do you do, team?
Rule number three: Don’t ever go out alone… especially not in the daylight.
