LoBaO

Jacob_Brandt tries to move the desk
<Jaczac> are we IRC
<Jaczac> alright man sure
<Jaczac> .roll str
<Jacob_Brandt> roll 1d20+3
<`DICE> Jacob_Brandt rolled 1d20+3 [ 1d20=13 ]{16}
<Jaczac> You wrench the desk away from the door and exit the lab.
<Jaczac> Outside is a desolate wasteland.
<Jaczac> Before you, grey colored plants that look like they used to be flesh.
* Jacob_Brandt takes a deep breath, then looks at the now wooden Tricky.
<Jaczac> The leaves on these plants come to a razor's edge, a poor beetle that tries to crawl over it is cleaved in two.
<Jaczac> Oh yes, the beetles. Giant, terrier sized beetles adorn the landscape.
<Jaczac> Tunnels bore into hills which beetles scurry in and out of.
<Jaczac> The land is hilly, and the plants seem to breathe, with you, despite their deadliness.
<Jaczac> Welcome, to the Land of Organs and Blades.
<Jaczac> ==end==