Me and my nu chums continued wandering the halls of this crazy metal dungeon. Amazingly, we found this crazy roadhouse inside the halls and I loaded up on 20 tubes full of this delicious goo called “noobeef.” I don’t know what it is, but it tastes great. We found a tiny round room and 10Lo tinkered with it opening some doors to yet another hallway. We found a room full of fungus and several cells with moldy corpses. The corpse I searched had a holy symbol of Brigh – a girly mask with a single rune engraved in the forehead. Suddenly we were attacked by a flower thing that made 10Lo and Vayu feel barfy. How a tin man feels barfy is beyond me. I crossed the room and killed the damn thing with one blow of Maxwel.
Then we started running into room after moist room of these gross little mushroom men. Moist. M… O… I… S… T. I got pretty beat up. The worst part was the spores they blowed off at death. I’m pretty sure they’re mushroom man babies. Gross. One of the little doods is apparently king of the mushroom men and after beating on him for a bit and Fruity McBeret throwing a bomb in there he parlayed his and his buddies retreat. Against my better instincts we let him go. I’m sure we’ll be killing him later. I’m also sure that mushroom men are probably delicious grilled.
We finally made our way back to the room with the blood trail leading into it. Inside we found this tin can speaking some weird language. 10Lo says it called itself “Dok Tor,” whatever that is and kept telling us to calm down so it could jab us with needles. NO MA’AM! It had some vicious friend in there too that looked like beds with metal arms. There was fighting. Then where was kicking of Dok Tor’s ass and his little bed friends too.
This leg of our journey in the metal tunnels was brutal on me and my chums. But booty is booty… or rather, noobeef is noobeef!