The saw hander had chased me well past it's hold through the salt marshes. I'm quick, but not quick enough. I try to line up a shot with my chain pistols but the saw hander is a pillar of the robot community, a people I wish to befriend, so I keep running to the southwest. Through witchwood and saltvine I stumble, my 4 hands carrying the Crysteel blades tight, my knuckles tinted white, away from their natural green.
I come to a river. The river Zym. I've managed to create some space between me and the Saw hander but not enough. If I run along the side I'll be dismembered. There's only one option. I take a deep breath and dive in, furiously swimming to the southwest. It isn't far, I should be able to make it. But then I see them. Madpoles. Swarming up from the depths a mass of fish with distended jaws of mangled teeth. They want me for dinner. I swim harder. Not hard enough.
They start on my feet and hands. The pain is white, hot, I can barely focus on the movements of my limbs. My extremeities begin to regrow but more and more madpoles surround me. It's done. My fate is sealed. Another life claimed by Qud.


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