Talk:Sandworm/@comment-146.7.241.192-20141105221830/@comment-25035274-20141106144618

My jaw drops, my eyes bug out, and I scream in absolute f***ing TERROR!!! A split-second later, I'm running in the opposite direction far faster that my physical condition should allow for. I mean, I have never run so quickly in. My. LIFE. Even the Ushi-Oni in Zipangu didn't fill me with THIS kind of dread.

I try to look over my shoulder, but all I see is the cloud of dust I'm kicking up. I can hear the sandworm plowing through the dirt, however. Thus spurred, I only increase my run-speed. In fact, if someone were watching they'd probably see me stop for just a second as I shifted directly from Impulse to Warp Factor 9, before shooting forward fast enough to leave a single, continuous after-image trailing behind me.

As one might assume, traveling at such a speed has a rather negative impact on handling. As such, by the time I see the old ruins, it's too late. I slam into the wall, knocking myself senseless.

When I come to it's dark and I'm looking up at a bronze-skinned, dark haired girl with fluffy hands and feet looking down at me. She frowns, squinches up her brow, taps her foot, and points at the wall I hit. She points a fuzzy claw at the imprint of my face I left in the wall and says, in no uncertain terms, "You're going to work that off."

At least I got away from the Sandworm.