Ah, morning! Another beautiful day is dawning on the Methane Plain! But wait, there is something amiss, something awry, something not quite right! There is something laying on top of your rear leg-segment, and whatever it is, its starting to move!

You call out to your companions:

“Trendal, Calton, Morbius” you cry out, “Help me, there is something here.”

But wait, your friends are not here. You are alone with whatever it is! So, in fear and with more then a little trepidation, you silently wait for it to make the next move.

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