Super-Bowl Sunday: Not just for sports fans anymore.
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I looked around at the only two machines big enough to do the job of killing the worm. The wrecking ball? It was doubtful that the worm had any bones, so a smack with the ball would likely just stun it momentarily. The clamp... With any luck, and a little timing, I could use it to rip off the worm's head, or, failing that, a good deal of skin.
I ran to the controls of the clamp, looking at them for a moment. I wasn't familiar with heavy machinery controls, but it looked a little bit akin to a video game controller. Looking out the cockpit window, I could see the worm approaching fast. Pressing down on the stick, I managed to turn the device so that it was facing the beast.
The creature was almost within reach... I could see its beady little eyes, the mucus hanging from its mouth full of teeth... Finally, I judged that it was within reach. I pressed a green button, hoping it was the clamp...
Rather short, but at least it gets me back in the RPG =/