Slime Salad

"Knew they shouldn't have played with that thing..."Slickens runs to the slab of granite and checks to see if there's anything his tiny goblin arms can do to help the definitely dead men.

Slickens picks up a rock and hurls it down the hill, watching it bounce and roll till he can't see it any more. "How many tunnels does one place need?!" This is intolerable!

Slickens heads to the other tunnel to help, unable and unwilling to mess with the pressure plate. If he sees Kamaron digging in the mud, he'll stop to help him instead. He seems to know what's going on.

"Something wrong with that floor up there.. smells fishy. There's more eyes too! Which ones aren't we supposed to look into?" When is something going to need to be punched, damnit?!

Slickens keeps a lookout for traps as the men work to clear the tunnel, though he isn't sure what a trap would look like in a place like this. Probably not like the hunters snares that have provided so many free lunches over the years, but you never know. Maybe they'll smell the same. Searching for ...

"This one's half full of mud and rocks, there could be more we can't see." Slickens says, starting to get really nervous about this whole thing. Did one of those rocks just move?!

"Is this the tomb? Are those the *eyes* of the tomb?" Slickens asks. Now the little goblin is scared. This is exactly the kind of monument that would be built by someone who.. did what he did to the rest of the monks... Slickens begins to search as well, careful not to look into the eyes,...

Slickens wipes some of the mud off his face, and looks a bit confused. Why'd he do that? His eyes follow him to the other guy, and Slickens pays attention to the scene that plays out. This guy talks a lot, but maybe he's alright. Maybe. Or maybe he's a lich? Could the crossbow be his special item? T...

While we definitely do need more information, my preliminary guess is that you're trying to split your scripts across multiple files? If you do that, like uhh.. plotscript,Blah,begin while (True) do ( showvalue (Random (1,100)) wait (1) ) end plotscript,Blah2,begin showtextbox (random (1,100)) end Y...

Slickens hits the dirt and rolls at every clap of thunder, getting himself muddier and muddier each time. He only comes up when he's sure its safe. The rain hadn't been too annoying but this lightning... that's getting worse by the minute. Do his keen survival senses give him any hint as to whether ...

Is this an OHR Adaptation of Ski or Die I see starting? If so, I approve! That half-tube level was sick

A knife?

Slickens doesn't mind the rain, walking stiffly to keep with the others slower pace. What Slickens does mind is the temperature, sniffing and feeling to be sure there's no sudden drops.

"Who 'as the real bucket?" Cece asks, looking around and suddenly curious. "Eet should 'ave been the first theeng 'ere!"