Cut him
From Create Your Own Story
"You little fu-" Before Moby could finish, his neck turned red. He reached for his throat as Jane backed away from your victim. Skunk and the others stared at you before running and screaming, "Come on Brute!" Even Brute loked a little flush as he sluggishly left.
Soon Moby slumped on to the ground, blood soaking his shirt and the dirt under him. You turn to Jane, who stares at you with eyes wider than a deer.
Do you:
| Status | ||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
iPod, backpack with lunch |
| MP | {{{MP}}} | |
| Level | {{{Level}}} | |
