Alright, important question. Does settin' this algae on fire make things better or worse?

[ This was the problem with agreeing to help -- generally, a lack of complete details. Riotous greenery didn't feel as alien to Majima as it used to, but he still didn't like how weirdly dark it was when the plant life closed in, how thick the air seemed.

Something poured from his hand: a kind of liquid light that congealed into the form of a slender animal. A... glowing housecat? It yawned silently before padding ahead a little ways, casting extra light up into the gloom. ]

[ Hmm. Crying eagles aside, there was nothing wrong with this beauty of a rifle, which Majima picked up with care from its formerly final resting place across the lap of a camo-covered skeleton.

A cursory inspection revealed that it'd work just fine, which was probably good considering the thumping and moaning from the front of the store. ]

Sounds like someone's havin' a good time. Find anythin' you like?