It's Not the Heat, It's the Madness
As you enter the next cavern, you're blinded by a flash of lightning. Then stinging rain whips your face and a miniature tornado picks you up and spins you like a politician. You lie on the floor, dazed, and see a weather underground dweller working at a machine in the corner. You groan weakly, and he totters over to you.
"It works! My machine works! They laughed at me at the academy. They jeered at me in college! They gave me wedgies in junior high and wouldn't let me have extra juice before naptime in preschool! But I'll show them. I'll show them all! Er, are you all right?"
"Oh, don't mind me," you say. "I've just been struck by lightning, drenched in rain, and caught in a freakin' TORNADO! I'll be fine."
"Oh, yes, quite. Well, yes, my machine does have a few unfortunate side effects." The weather underground dweller looks you up and down, nervously. "You wouldn't be hiding a pitchfork or a torch behind your back, by any chance? And there wouldn't happen to be a whole mob of you just waiting in the tunnel?"
You sigh and pull yourself upright. "No, it's just me. Look, I'm okay."
"Well, let me at least give you a sample of what the machine makes, since you got so caught up in the process." The dweller decants a bottle of some liquid that's about the viscosity and color of maple syrup, provided maple syrup glows an electric blue. He hands you the bottle, saying, "This is pure, distilled essence of weather! It's as strong as a hurricane, as unfathomable as a thunderstorm, and as moxious as freshly fallen snow! I call it the Climate Colonic!"
"So you mean I have to --"
"Oh, no, I was just going for the alliteration. Okay, let's call it the Climate Colada."
 | You acquire an item: Climate Colada |
Occurs at Mt. Molehill.
Notes
- It is the result of landing on floor 9 on the third non-combat adventure.
