An exercise in creativity.

[Roger Smith]

Languish appropriately.

Scream draws a dangerous creature?

The inability to find your arms is very distressing and depressing, and you sink down into a dejected heap of frustration and self-pity. You wail pitifully to the heavens. They heavens do not seem to pay you any mind.

Something else pays you mind, though. It pays you a lot of mind. It towers over you with all of its mind-paying. It is clearly very dangerous, and you sense its presence with your finely tuned McBlargh Danger Sense. You flail out of the way of being flattened under the hoofed limb of a WILD DANGER BEAST.

You suddenly feel very alone.

MMcB: Delve deeper into the poketverse

In desperation you delve deeper into your pockets, searching for something that could possibly be of any use. You unearth a large handful of miniature swords. They are only about an inch long and are adorable, but the way they poke into your fingers tell you they are not mere toys.

You throw them at the WILD DANGER BEAST. It does not take kindly to having its eyes suddenly bombarded by many tiny sharp things, and roars at you in angry indignation.

Marty: Stick your sword in the sign horizontally and limbo under it dangerously.

It suddenly occurs to you that you have a sword. It is right there, strapped across your back where any good random traveler would keep it.

You draw your mighty blade. It glistens in the sun. The Danger Beast pauses in admiration of your sparkling steel implement of slashy doom.

You stab it into the signpost at about chest-height. This is incredibly dangerous and probably not that smart. But you are a McBlargh! Your family is known for....for....something, you are quite sure. You limbo under your sword.

You don't even cut yourself.

The Danger Beast claps in admiration of your feats of Danger Limbo.