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Nicholas Veresk could take heat, cold, rain, or snow. Basically everything that the senile, failing organism called Mother Nature’s could throw at him, with one exception: he couldn’t stand humidity. Which was a bit of a liability right now, seeing as he was heavily clothed and weighed down by what felt like a metric ton of ammunition and survival gear while hiking through one of the dampest, wettest environments this side of a moist towelette package. The fact that the Charnel Worm's uniform consisted of a gas mask, trench coat, heavy gloves, and steel-toed boots in addition to work clothes was just further rancid icing on the spoiled cake.
“So let me get this straight. It’s just, I find it a little, y’know, hard to believe. The Mayans had a goddess of suicide?” his companion Lloyd asked, narrowly ducking his head underneath a low-hanging awarra sapling’s branches.
“For the last time yes! Stop asking” Suchka r