The Snake Report Chapter 46

Chapter 46

Snake Report Day Whatever/Captured by Humans Report: Official Day 1

Death. It stares at , toys with , surrounds by dozens of slithers distance in every direction.

I am imprisoned by a case of magic air and glass, floating over death. Like a super-hero trapped in their evil nesis's lair, chained suspended above a giant bubbling pit of molten lava- Only in my case it's not lava, it's that scary floor. The sa scary floor that turns monsters into roasted at: and instead of so cackling evil nesis, there are two Fantasy-set human adventurers staring at with looks of pure confusion.

It's like they've never seen a snake before, or heard of English for that matter.

I have no idea what they're saying. It's like if you threw into the rural country-side of East Asia, and then had the natives speak with heavy German accents.

I can't understand at all.

Not really, or at least not the words, anyways. At best, I can guess at least so of what is being said is about though.

They point, they look in my direction, they make gestures. I'm inferring here, and it's a bit of a pseudo-science to be real, but I'm working it out a bit. For all I know they're talking about adventuring mumbo-jumbo, or their next scouting expedition. I feel like I'm a topic of discussion, but maybe they're just talking about what they'll be having for dinner.

Stolen novel; please report.

On that subject: It better not be .

If they try to eat , I hope they realize I'm a beautiful flavor of toxic death.

Actually, if they really do try to eat , I hope they don't realize it- in fact I hope they choke on too, while they're at it.

Eating is like a ssed-up version of cannibalism. Whether they realize it or not, that's extra evil. The Tiny-Snake-God would curse them, I think.

Maybe the human god too. Who knows, I've jumped camp on this one.

Whatever. They can shoot down their own bats. I'm really not exactly thrilled with this, but truthfully, as of this mont, I don't think snake-at is on the nu. Actually, right now I think that the Paladin is actually arguing a case for . She's really going at it too, the mace is waving around, her fist is shaking. She's sort of scary.

I'm basing so of this off the angry finger pointing in my direction, and the louder tone of voice from Young-Gandolf. The Wizard hasn't really been too thrilled with since he tried so weird magic with Miss Paladin and then almost hurled.

No idea what that was about, but whatever. Serves them right.

Hmm... They're getting up. Man, I am tiny. Humans are pretty big. Not Giant-Skeleton big, but I forgot how tall people can be.

Oh.

I guess this magic-barrier shoebox of mine can be picked up.

Ah... I don't know how I should feel about this actually.

I'm... I'm a backpack. The Paladin just wrapped in a blanket and slung over her shoulders. Magic can work like this? They can just box up with barriers and carry around?

What the hell.

Hisss...

I think I'm being kidnapped.