Sleep till tomorrow
You have eight hours of night left, might as well use them.
Or, something could go wrong and abolish seven years of planning.
What do you do?
Sleep till tomorrow
You have eight hours of night left, might as well use them.
Or, something could go wrong and abolish seven years of planning.
What do you do?
Evasive manuvers! Cast something to fix it!
Begin the war now.
Look at the mage who is standing in the light.
Use an offensive spell no matter what is happening.
Surprisingly, become an officially recognized nation, as declared by King Richard.
OR
Blame the person next to you.
Panic!
Say ‘Hi’ to your old friend, Julianne
Panic.
Say ‘Hi’ to your old friend, Helmrick.
Or is it Heimrick?
JAZZ HANDS!
Demand insurance benefits.
What happened?
baton down the hatches! all comrades to arms!
Deploy Countermeasures.
If you have not developed countermeasures within 7 years, weep softly to yourself.
Say ‘Hi’ to your old friend, Bick. (or whatever his name was)
Say ‘Hi’ to your old friend, not-so-deadly neurotoxine.
or
Say ‘Hi’ to your old friend, tear gas.
Plug the hole with Bick.
Look up
Deploy defences, because you couldn’t possibly be so stupid that you don’t have any.