A Heavy Temporal Storm Is Approaching An Actual Pray To Jonas Heavy Temporal Storm Is Approaching
130 some hours into my world and this temporal storm decides to land not just one double-headed drifter into my main hall, but his friend the split-head shiver. The same hall I have my spawn point set to.
Cue me running for my life with Yakety Sax playing on repeat as I die, spawn, sprint, and die. The only saving grace is shaving away the health bars of these beasts little by little (and thanking my casual self for enabling keep your inventory on death) until the storm is over and I've slain them. I scour the various rooms and cellars to get rid of the stragglers, then ascend to the bar. Work like this deserves a few stiff drinks.
I don't recall hiring this man to pour the liquor.
