You roll a sixteen.
Your thunderstorm rack-tack-tack-rack-tack-tack-kabooms multiple times with one bang-pull, and the imbibement pot is destroyed. Those who have already drank begin to convulse. it is a small fraction of them, however. The rest, seeing this, begin to scream. Fear is a language you understand.
[–] GoodGoy420 ago
I high tail my sweet native ass out of the compound and head south into the jungle.
[–] Grifter42 [S] ago
They are fleeing into the jungle as well. You see a dozen women, with an equal amount of children. You hear their men calling after them.
"JAAAH-OOOINN AAAUUUUS! Heh-EEVAN!" Gunshots ring out when one of the women closer to the compound calls to her husband.
Their eyes beg you to help them.