Slither in Roast Almonds: stories set in the grim darkness | World Anvil

Slither

Slither-slither. Stop.   Slither-slither. Stop   Recce Specialist Mayhew heard a sound, but didn't call it in. It just wouldn't sit still long enough, until...   Fwip! Bang! Bang! "Loxatl, loxatl mercenaries, lasgun ineffective, send help! Arrrrgh!" Then the line went silent.   "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a problem.

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