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You climb atop the nearest stalagmite for a better view of this supposed cavern storm. The air is still. Too still... nothing. Just as you start to say "Meh" an acrid reek of ozone and imp guano hits you and singes your soft, flaxen nostril hairs. You frantically try to cover your mouth but still manage to inhale a large quantity of shed spider skins coming from that massive debris cloud you just noticed. The cloud envelops you and you're quickly borne aloft.
  1. Assume aerial fetal position.
  2. Attempt to harness the power of the storm using only your mind.
  3. Airborne air guitar!

by Tom Sebring