The Snake Report Chapter 62

Chapter 62

Snake Report:

Daaaaa daaa daa daaaaaaa dududuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh

Hear that?

That's the sound of being a gosh-darn hero.

No devil-snake on my non-existent shoulders. No abandoning comrades in their ti of need, no using up almost all my magic on a very dramatic but very necessary fire-storm because I couldn't figure out how to get down here quickly without dying!

Well, actually. About that last part.

We're in a bit of a pickle. I tell you what.

"HISSSsSsSsS!" (That ans "Climb faster human." In Snake Language)

"_____ ___ ____!" (That ans "Shut the hell up! Make more hand-holds! I'm going!" In whatever language Miss Paladin happens to speak)

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"HISSSSSSSSssssSSSsssSSS" (That ans "I'm too young and beautiful to die yet." Again, in Snake Language)

"___ ___ ___ __ ____@!&_____________!" (That ans... Honestly, I don't have a single clue. The shift-symbols indicate it might have been emphasized more than usual.)

Maybe it's about the cannibalistic ritual sacrifice to the Tiny-Snake-God taking place below us. Things are getting pretty grueso down there.

Classic Blood for the blood go... No, stop that.

None of that.

Hissss... It's bad though.

Here's hoping I have enough magic, and Miss Paladin has enough upper body-strength, to get us to the top of this tower. Only sixty more slithers to go, one earth-shaped hand-hold at a ti.

"GRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooOOOOOOO"

Ah... huh.

Rest in pieces Camp Alcatraz. galodon just made landfall.

"___ ___ ___ __ ____@!&_____________!"

"HISSSsSsSsS! HISSSsSsSsS! HISSSsSsSsS!"