There are always things to deal with when you wake up from knocking yourself out (or from when someone else knocks you out). Like "Am I ok, is anything hurt, why do I have a funny taste in my mouth (always a funny taste in your mouth, usually its blood, sometimes though...)". When I awoke this time I was covered in the corpses of the insect creatures. At first I was disgusted, being covered in bugs the size of me was not the best way to awake to a that smelled of smoke and death. But when I realized the bodies had most likely prevent me from being killed, I was a little more appreciative (just a little, insects are still disgusting).
So I rushed to my feet, dusted myself off and surveyed the damage. I had of course shattered my nose (stupid thing being on the front of my face). The burning corpses and time knocked out had closed the wound, but my eyes were still swelled from the impact and my face a mixture of burning insect and blood (the latest fashion). The room I'd run myself into looked very similar to the one I had arrived in, completely with little hole at the top (but no bones, or if there had been bones they were annihilated in the fire).
I was just settling in to a nice "Now what the shit do I do." When a large rumbling came from where the bug nest had been before. I figured it was another fire, until the rumbling came with large crashing foot steps. Suddenly my situation was looking grimmer by the minute. The stomping arrived shortly, a gigantic rock monster with a crooked mouth made out of jagged rocks.
"WHO BURNED MY FRIENDS?" A rock monster that just survived an entire nest of exploding bugs exploding on him. Yeah my day went from suck to suckier.
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