The Legend of William Oh

William Oh is the most unparalleled survivalist in the tower. With his one hand, he squeezes water from stones, dirt into food, courage from the spineless, and love from the heartless.

He once crossed a pit full of Gorbash Fire-spewers by hopping on one’s back, hooking its mouth with his hair and surfing through the lava all the way to the other side. Some say you can still smell his singed arm-hairs on the third floor.

• Jason Salazar

The snails were actually harder to kill than Bri had made it seem, due to their mace-like eyeballs laden with metal deposits from a lifetime spent sucking on metal-laden rocks.

These eyeballs were the size of a man’s fist, with natural protrusions made to crumple armor, whipping around fast enough to hear them.

“Hold it still!” Loth said, riding on the snail’s extended neck, wielding Cold Harvest.

“Whaddya think I’m- agh!- doing!” Carrie demanded, the whipping eyeball dragging her feet through the soft ashen floor.

“I could help?” Bri asked.

“You’re helping by watching for more of them,” Will said, “Plus, you’re a noncombat class, so-Oh, Crap – So you’re not really cut out for it.”

“Good job you guys.” Travis said, stifling a yawn as he idly jingled his whip in the snail’s face, keeping it fixated on the same target and not doing anything unexpected. “Keep it up.”

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