Curse of the Mummy Pig: Part 3

Happy Halloween everyone! Hope you’re all enjoying week 2 of our frightening Halloween tournament. If you haven’t played it yet, you can find it here! Get in there and pop some mummy pigs!

Read part 1 of Curse of the Mummy Pig here

and Part 2 here!

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The ground and the walls around you continue to rumble. You look around the room for your crew, but you quickly realize you are alone. Your team has fled in fear minutes ago. It’s just you and the mummified king now. There is little time to investigate anymore. As the tomb collapses around you, you run to join your crew.

In a second of hesitation, you glance back at the sarcophagus for one last look before it is reclaimed by the desert. One last look at the find to which you have dedicated years of research and work. There lies King TutanHAMun in his desecrated funeral bed. Suddenly, whether from the rumbling of the earth or from some mysterious force, the cloth covering the king moves aside, exposing two glowing eyes!

Your eyes lock with the king’s, and a vision flashes into your mind. You realize, inexplicably, that you are seeing your own fate. You are seeing how you will meet your end. This vision chills you to your core. You close your eyes, but the image remains. The scene in front of your eyes, and the one in your mind are identical – the glowing eyes of the mummified king! Is this the end of your story? There is nothing to do now but run. Try to escape the terrible destiny that awaits you.

You turn and dash for the opening of the tomb, running as fast as you can. Dust and sand choke your frantic gasps for air as massive blocks of stone and wood fall to the floor at your heels. Miraculously, you reach the mouth of the tomb unharmed. You turn just in time to witness the final supports of the ancient structure buckling. The sacred tomb is but a memory now.

Around the tomb’s former entrance you find what is left of your crew, their bodies already being consumed by the desert, their terrified faces petrified and half covered by sand. Hands clutching at nothing. Despite the grisly scene, you chuckle to yourself. It seems that the vision was wrong. You have cheated death this time. You high-five a rigid hand of one former crewmember in celebration.

After the cacophony of the crumbling tomb subsides, you hear a different kind of sound. It sounds like an enormous… herd of… pigs? A monstrous chorus of snorts and oinks rises behind you. Turning slowly from the tomb, you take in the full horror of the scene. You are completely surrounded! Green, mummified pigs, with shriveled skin, and swaddled in tattered cloth occupy your entire field of view -and they are marching in your direction!

The piggy hordes are closing in, their eyes glowing in the darkness. There’s no way out but through! You’re giving them all you’ve got! You pop them, but they keep coming back – rising from beneath the sand! There’s no escape! The pigs are upon you, piling up at your feet. Now up to your waist, now your shoulders. As they cover your face and block out the light of the full moon, the last thing you see are two glowing orbs — the glaring eyes of the MUMMY PIG!