so there i was, hanging at the edge of the cliff. as i desperately pulled myself up over the edge, i could see them coming. their bouncy bulging boddies bobbing up and down. talismans clung tightly to their foreheads, fluttering in the stale breeze. their intent was murder, and i was the victim.
so the undead mushrooms got closer, a pack of four. i drew my bow and took aim, pointing at the mushroom at the very centre, at its round mouldy head. and as they got closer i waited, patiently till the moment was right. and then i released.
a huge explosion rocked the tunnels. the arrow bomb had worked well. now only broken remains of the mushrooms littered the rocky tunnel floor. i gave out a sigh, and smiled. i never miss.
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