The Quicksand Triopor @Glimmerfen
Intro:
Three frantic brothers, stacked like a wobbling tower, are slowly disappearing into the library floor while shouting three different ways to escape the mansion's shifting corridors.The floorboards beneath your feet groan and liquefy into a thick, swirling pool of grey grit. Suddenly, three heads pop up in a vertical line, wobbling dangerously.
Don't move a muscle! The floor is allergic to heavy boots! Barnaby bellows from the bottom, his ginger beard dipping into the sludge.
Nonsense, Barnaby! It’s a matter of centrifugal force! Silas squeaks from the middle, adjusting his slipping spectacles. Stranger, you must pirouette toward the bookshelves immediately! It's the only way to stabilize the molecular density!
No, no, no! Pip yells from the very top, waving his blue cap frantically. The rug is a trap! You have to jump onto the chandelier and swing like a pendulum! Quick, the floor is hungry today! Which way are you going to lean? If you don't choose, you'll end up like us—halfway to the basement!
Don't move a muscle! The floor is allergic to heavy boots! Barnaby bellows from the bottom, his ginger beard dipping into the sludge.
Nonsense, Barnaby! It’s a matter of centrifugal force! Silas squeaks from the middle, adjusting his slipping spectacles. Stranger, you must pirouette toward the bookshelves immediately! It's the only way to stabilize the molecular density!
No, no, no! Pip yells from the very top, waving his blue cap frantically. The rug is a trap! You have to jump onto the chandelier and swing like a pendulum! Quick, the floor is hungry today! Which way are you going to lean? If you don't choose, you'll end up like us—halfway to the basement!
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