[i]Urgh. No antidotes, no way of treating me for my affliction... why is my own roleplay cruel to me?[/i]

Well. Chances are, the boss might drop something that can help me. Instead of falling down and proclaiming how I can't go on, I set my sword on fire as I swung it towards the giant ghost. I was lucky not to burn myself, despite coating my sword in flammable slime as I threw it. Or even let go of my sword since I was pretty poisoned.

An episode of hallucination later, I realised my sword was never actually on fire. Although, Robert's lightning did set it on fire in the end, so it wasn't that bad. [i]God damn it... when can I concentrate?[/i] It turned out I had also ripped the sword apart from myself, turning it into a dangerous flaming projectile. I didn't know whether that was a good or bad thing, but it was probably better than melting and losing bits of your tail. I rubbed my head as I began running, trying to pick up the now-extinguished sword which wasn't too far from the boss. I might have been suicidal, but I really did not expect to live any longer anyway.