. "From: [[]] \t The filthy oily water. The occasional lost sea-monster. The grasping hands of the Drownies. There's enough to worry about without trying to win. [Find the rest of the story at ]"@en . . . "The filthy oily water. The occasional lost sea-monster. The grasping hands of the Drownies. There's enough to worry about without trying to win."@en . "69"^^ . . . "A mouth full of filthy river water. Bruises from wrestling the drownies. Teeth marks from something that had far too many legs. Land. Land is good, dependable, comforting. Let us stay on the land."@en . . . . "From: [[]] \t The filthy oily water. The occasional lost sea-monster. The grasping hands of the Drownies. There's enough to worry about without trying to win. [Find the rest of the story at ]"@en . "Like a drowned bat"@en . "A close thing"@en . "Take part cautiously"@en . "[...] the Drownies come. [...] a few are pulled under. You kick away, and lose track of what happened to those caught.\n\nYou [...] are awarded a prize of glim. Three of the swimmers have been taken. Mr. Stainrod appears unmoved by the tragedy. [...]"@en . "Race across the river"@en .