“Ah, let the Book burn!” You say to the crazed biker.
The biker’s face goes redder than it already is.
“What did you say?”
“It’s caused enough trouble.”
“I’ll burn you!”
“I’ll bet you weren’t planning to shoot anybody before you opened that Book either.”
The biker snarls. BLAM. One shot to the chest and it’s over.
The biker takes your supplies and runs towards the burning hut where the Marb is waiting to enlist him. However, the Marb, being burned and angry, will not recruit him without first removing the biker of his face. Such are the ways of big angry cats with agendas.
You have died from the bullet of a biker seduced by a Book that isn’t good for him. But this doesn’t have to be the end. Go back the to previous page.