LaoWai wrote:ButtChocolate wrote:No problem: If you narrate a few of those monsters as projections of Bert's mind or something like that, they're likely to trip over something in the hallway and impale themselves or clumsily fall down the stairs and burst into flames, saving Lynne and The Gentleman the trouble.
No trouble at all, as you can see, no thanks to the gentleman. I think it's hilarious that the gentleman has essentially become another random object that Lynne seems forced to carry about and just slightly less useless than yet another stupid icepick. I'd originally made him helpless just so I could watch him dodder about on the first floor until he died, but events have turned out much funnier (for me at least) this way.
With your permission, I plan on swinging you around as the weapon the next time we're attacked.