As it turns out, Ishmael has many other brothers, who gather in behind him. You turn towards the desert and make your run for it, with the angry mass of swarthy Arabs in hot pursuit behind you. The fleetness of your sprint causes your precious fedora to fall from your head. You hesitate briefly to pick it up before continuing your run. To keep this from happening again, you hold the hat down with one hand. This affects your gait and the mob is now gaining on you. All appears lost as you approach the ruins of the Great Sphincts. The nose of the Sphincts is comically elongated - perhaps from telling too many lies. It occurs to you that your only hope is to grab that nose with your whip and use your momentum to swing up onto the Sphinct's back, out of the reach of your pursuers. This you attempt, and just as your arcing swing looks like it may work, the Sphinct's nose breaks off and you fall awkwardly to the ground. Ishmael and his brothers mercilessly beat you to into human hamburger.
- Stylish fedora
- Vintage Walther P-38 w/ 7 rounds
- Well-worn leather jacket
IF I HAD TWO RIGHT NOSTRILS, I'D LOOK JUST LIKE HENRY WAXMAN.You have chosen poorly. You are dead. Game Over, man!