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While Klimt attempts to back up, Eigla grips the bridge's structure with her Crawling Flesh. The rusted framework, already buckling under the strain, quickly gives way.

Eigla. You... You don't understand. I am so sorry, Eigla. I wish I could explain.

The bridge collapses under Rosa's weight, sending her plummeting to the bottom of the canyon. The giantess explodes into a thousand writhing pieces as she hits the bottom.

The party attempts to hold on for dear life, but it's futile. Eigla's Flesh slips off the collapsing metal, as do Klimt's tentacles.

This is the end.

Peggy: "GOTCHA!"

The arm girl, surprisingly, has managed to grab one of the bridge's support cables, and used her many arms to get ahold of everyone else. With her poncho flapping in the wind, you see her deformed body is nearly ripping in half from the strain. She coughs up blood as she yells.

Peggy: "CLIMB UP, YOU FATASSES, CLIMB UP!"

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Everyone scrambles to climb up, Klimt using his tentacles to pull Peggy alongside him. As they reach the top and rest against the collapsed gate, the party takes a moment to marvel at having just survived that encounter in one piece.

...Well, most of them, anyways. Rosa's leg merely twitches in fear and pain.

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Klimt and Emilia hug Peggy. Several of her arms are dislocated, and her central mass has a large tear along its length, but she should be okay. The girl cries softly as she begins the painful task of snapping her joints back into place.

She sure is fragile, for an Undead.


Eigla: "We can rebuild her. We have the technology."

Eigla grabs Rosa's leg and pushes the old gate open. Swiveling on rusted, creaking joints, it eventually gives and swings ajar.

Before her, lies an old, ruined military encampment. The burnt wrecks of jeeps are strewn amid rotting old tents, and prefabricated bunkers lie in disrepair. Strangely, some of the buildings look newer and of a different make than most, being made of angular, dark metal instead of the usual reinforced concrete.

...strange. The inside of the wall, and the side of the buildings that faces away from it, seem to be covered in a thick layer of dark soot.

Beyond the base, all you can see is a huge expanse of dark sand and ash, occasionally marred by a ruined skyscraper or two, stretching as far as the eye can see. The road continues through it, partially covered by the dunes.

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You're a leg. Leg leg leg leglegleg, toes and knees, hairy calves, scales on top, stubbed toes, fancy thighs, pretty shins- wait no, you're Rosa.

Rosa regains consciousness, or at least a semblance of it. She's blind, and can't feel most of her body.

Oh right, she cut herself off. She wondered if the rest of Rosa was doing okay. She wondered if the others were safe, too.

Well, SOMEONE was carrying her. Eigla, perhaps? She hoped so. There was no way to know, however.

Her thoughts drifted to leg matters once again, then to the ocean. She was unsure if she'd ever seen the sea before, but she felt a strange longing for it. Hm. She wondered if her ring was okay. She'd given it to Eigla, so-

What was important about that ring, again? It was, really precious. A gift? She wasn't sure. Hm. Hmmm.

Hmmmmmmmmm- *CLICK*


FRAGMENT OF MEMORY: GIFT
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Ooooh, so THAT's what happened. Hmmmm.

Leg. Legleg leg. Leg-leg-toes.

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KLIMT LOOKS OVER THE BUILDINGS. THEY'RE METAL AND ANGULAR AND MODULAR. OLD SIGIL EMBLAZONED ON THE SIDE OF THEM, BUT ERASED BY THE WIND. HE ENTERS ONE AT RANDOM AND FINDS SEVERAL OLD MUMMIFIED CORPSES, SOME SHOT AND SOME NECK-SNAPPED. SEEM LIKE SOLDIERS, WEARING OLD COMBAT ARMOR AND SURROUNDED BY BROKEN RIFLES AND CASINGS.

EIGLA PUNCHES A WALL. IT COLLAPSES, REVEALING A SPOOKY STAIRWAY DOWN UNDERGROUND.

ROSA LEGS IT. GOT IT? LEGS. IT. HAHAHAHAHAH

*phew*

Sorry. I am calmer now.

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Eigla examines the area carefully. The older buildings are crumbling apart, and seem completely devoid of anything useful. The floors are very unstable, as well: Every other room seems to develop cracks or holes under her probing, always leading to the mysterious, dark basement.

The newer buildings, on the other hand, seem to have mostly supplies and corpses. Rusted, nonfunctional radios and computers, rotted books, a tin can of beans or two. One of the rooms seems to be an armory of sorts, though the guns are either damaged or long gone.

...Hm. There's a series of slots on one of the walls, made to hang large, box-shaped objects. The last one is occupied by - Is that a Coffin?