IC: Krivzee knew he should run, but he wasn't ready. This monster had killed many good slig/mud/creepy-octupus-things today. He decided to run. But boy o boy, he was coming back. "Cmon gluk. We should get out of here." Krivzee started to bolt to the exit, his legs on overdrive.
"Also I don't belive I got your name?"
Krivzee runs for the jeep.
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[insert boundless wit here]
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