yes
yes I am
*18 - 2 = 16 -4 = 12*
You stand up, fumbling, dark red fluid gushing out of your eviscerated stomach. You cannot do anything stylistic. The rain washes away most of the dark red fluid, leaving a trail behind you, like a snail. You grab the silver pole, and you slowly walk towards the beast left hand in wound, right hand on makeshift weapon. As it flails wildly at Jell, you stab him right in the leg. You stab precisely where the knee is, thus paralyzing his right leg. The beast fumbles and falls (-20 to his 68 health). It's not dead, however you know it is dying. You observe it meling through the bastard's knees, which is then proceeded by darkness. Your health is halved for 2 days, and -2 to all stats. You just fainted.
