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Across the sands you run, pace mostly steady, but for the occasional stumble or jolt across slight raises or dips in the sands, unsteady beneath your feet, and -
[BULLSHIT ROLL COINCIDENCE INTERRUPT!]
OWFUCK
You slam into a solid object that wasn't there a second ago, something that appeared in a flash of golden light. Something that yelps as you hit it, and - with your speed behind you - is tumbled awkwardly back several paces and down onto the sand, their bony elbows and knees jamming into you as they shove you off.
Managing to scurry awkwardly back on your knees, you spit out a mouthful of sand and try to rub the disgusting grit from your eyes. Sand! Sand everywhere! Whhhhhyyyy?
"What the hell?" the bony object demands, a blend of curious and pissed off. Well, they're spitting out sand too, so no wonder.
Vision clear, you stare at the figure, covered as it is in a heavy black cloak, not even their hands or face visible in the enveloping folds and deep hood. Well, okay, it looks like their eyes are glowing red dots in the darkness of their... face-hole. Okay. That's normal. Those steady dots pointed in your direction, the figure remains kneeling as well, obviously waiting for a response.
[ ] "Howdy, stranger!"
[ ] "Got a map?"
[ ] "Funny you should say 'hell'..."
[ ] "What's a black-robed, glowy-eyed person like you doing in a demonic landscape like this?"
[ ] "Hey,
I'm not the one who goes teleporting around, willy-nilly, dude."
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