<div class="floatright">(https://imgur.com/SSvCEc6.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>S T O R Y T E L L E R</strong></span></span><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Next Post: 5.12.22 | June 10th, 1:15pm | Down River | <strong>Angel</strong>, <strong>Billie</strong>, <strong>Devina</strong>, <strong>Elle</strong>, <strong>John-James</strong>, <strong>Robin</strong></span><hr/>While an interesting thought, Elle finds that the water tastes just like good ol’ Colorado river water - mmmm, fresh.<br/><br/>“<strong>We are angry.</strong>” The voice is deep and rumbly. Each syllable of its words causes the water to fluctuate violently - like a deep bass being played below. It further jostles the campers around. There is a great shifting of water, like a drain has been unplugged. Suddenly all of them - no matter how hard they paddle - all start being pulled toward a single point. Then without warning the flow reverses. A great fifteen foot swell of water rises like a dome, and the wave pushes them all away from where they had been pulled. When the swell breaks it parts like a curtain, and there is an unfathomably large beak. Half submerged, half visible, with what look like dozens of rows of spear-like teeth. Several more tentacles are now visible - the ones fully visible must be at least sixty feet long. Its body is at least thirty tall, if half of it is indeed being shown. “<strong>The forest will reclaim. The toxicity of this world will be purged!</strong>”<br/><br/>Another tentacle swipes around like a whip, and slaps Billie and Angel’s canoe, splitting the side - it rapidly begins to fill with water. “<strong>Why did you not fade?</strong>” In anger the kraken reaches out with another tentacle - it goes right for Thorne, then twists and begins to coil around the canoe like a corkscrew - there’s opportunity for them to abandon ship if they desire. “<strong>You are not one of us!</strong>” It roars. Its beak opens and a spray of water bursts from beneath the surface, shooting into the foggy distance like a pressure spray. It moves in a line and cuts Devina’s kayak’s front right off like a saw - immediately her kayak begins to sink, listing forward. The pressure of the ray dies out and it stops. “<strong>From the seas the world will be swept clean!</strong>” It bellows.