[Alex had seen--and honestly done--worse on the battlefields of Valhalla, but she still flinches at the sight of the white-haired getting violently impaled by the game's sword. So much for "may it won't be so bad." Where's a healer when you need one?
She watches the die as it tumbles through the numbers, outwardly calm but inwardly screaming. When it finally stops, Alex counts ahead and--]
Item space!
[She darts forward before the game can change its mind and is rewarded with a melon-sized green lump of-- something. It looks like it has a face.]
Hey, does this mean anything to you? [She holds it up for the injured man to see.]
1.
She watches the die as it tumbles through the numbers, outwardly calm but inwardly screaming. When it finally stops, Alex counts ahead and--]
Item space!
[She darts forward before the game can change its mind and is rewarded with a melon-sized green lump of-- something. It looks like it has a face.]
Hey, does this mean anything to you? [She holds it up for the injured man to see.]