control trauma boss took a torch from a sconce and ventured into his underground catacombs, stepping on the bodies of many experimentees, researchers, and rebels as he did
stepped on bodies: “hey! this is our adventure! we spent years and lives building and being this catacomb and are the only people who understand it at all! 3 of us are working right now to keep your torch fueled!”
control trauma boss (glancing at bodies he is stepping on): “sorry, if i let you be involved in this you could mention something critical of me”
rebel with strong memory of powerful struggle (stepping up like a ghoul, wielding a wooden pole bladed with a pocket knife): “i need to and demand to participate in this adventure, and i will fight to be represented until my last breath of need be.” 3 motleys stood behind rebel with powerful story! control trauma boss watched in mild surprise as rebel with strong struggle placed themself before him