Warning: metaphor at work
Elempi walks up to the prone figure that is "Treacher of Men RPG" and gives it a nudge at the shoulder. No response.
"Hmmm...."
Elempi puts his ear close to the figure's nose, listening for the faintest hint of breath.
"Uh oh, no sign of life."
Elempi straigtens and looks around.
"Worse and worse: no one in sight."
Elempi puts his hands to his mouth to effect a megaphone.
"Hello! Anybody out there? A medic? A miracle worker? If not, maybe we'd best put this corpse underground before it stinks up the place!"
Elempi waits for an answer.
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