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Oh shit nigger, you're a Wasteland Paladin in some Generic Post Apocalyptic Wasteland. Your mission is to protect the innocents, purge the heretics, kill the evil mutants, yadda yadda all that stuff.
But currently you're just loitering around the Paladin HQ, what do you do?
Roll 1d10, highest roll in a minute since the first reply gets picked.
Previous threads:
http://pastebin.com/sR3G3F2A
https://www.mediafire.com/folder/ici3zlnn9ytyy/ADVENTURES
>>216282
Punch self in face
Punch self in face
Rolled 10 (1d10)
>>216282
punch self in face
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You peer out the back window as Meyu's cart rolls through the east gate of Locke.
"Don't worry. We'll get you back safe" Zaine says.
You turn your attention back to the inside. Madelaine and Zaine are with you, while Gerard and Meyu ride in the front.
This cart is different from the one you came here in. It's a bit bigger, and the front seats are inside, with windows to see what's around, rahter than outside like they are on your cart. It also seems to have thicker walls, and while it might be heavier, it also feels like you're going faster.
"It's not that" You say. "I didn't really get to look around when we came in, so I want to see it"
"What, were you napping?" Madelaine asks.
"Kind of" You say. "I was practicing with my mageblade, but I ran too low on soul and passed out"
"You ran low?" Gerard turns back and asks. "I didn't think that was possible"
"Apparently the chaos engine at Mortifas is sucking all the soul up" You say. "Because I didn't already have enough reasons to want to blow it up..."
"A lot of people have a lot of reasons to want to see that thing gone" Meyu says. "You're probably one of the few who actually has the means"
...
"Are you sure we should be taking this guy out of the city?" Gerard asks.
"I'm sure it'll be fine. He's no pushover, and neither are we. And if worse comes to worse, there ain't nothin' that can outrun my Betsy" Meyu says as he pats the steering wheel.
>Betsy?
>Derrick could probably destroy the engine
>Go up top and look around
>Other
>>226298
>Derrick could probably destroy the engine
>>226298
>>Derrick could probably destroy the engine
Play him up; we can help him impress Madelaine.
>writing
You pick your head up off the ground and adjust your space helmet. Your ship's smoke is spiraling up into the night sky, and you are totally lost. You dig through the wreckage and find enough supplies to last you a week, maybe two. You also discover you communication systems were taken out by the crash. Just as things are getting grim, several strange white creatures slowly approach you, gazing up with curious stares. They're obviously frightened, and only the bravest have dared to approach you.
What will you do with these creatures?
Will you befriend them? Or conquer them?
How will you survive until help arrives?
Your fate hangs in the balance, Anon. Be careful.
>>224353
Wave at them.
>>224355
The strange creatures jump back in fear, but soon realize you're not trying to hurt them
>>224359
Kneel down and attempt to converse with them.
"Let us score the game!"
High profile robberies plague the city of Gran Dicastes, where priceless artifacts and even the rarest of gems are stolen even from beneath the watchful eyes of the vigilant. Working for the organization known as the Menace thieves use otherworldly powers they call 'Stands' to make off with seemingly impossible heists. Score the prize, win the jackpot and uncover the truth: let the shadow of the moon conceal your every step.
> Stands are mainly to the power level of Steel Ball run: humanoid stands are rare and most require the use of their owners.
> There is more focus on utility rather than outright brawling.
> There are multiple methods to any robbery, be it a forceful one or a silent robbery. Try to pick appropriate stand users for the job.
Stands and Character list - http://pastebin.com/JAkdFKj4
Setting Info and Lore -
http://pastebin.com/k8TL2bsL
CAFE PACIFICA
July 8 2019, 6PM
By all means Cafe Pacifica is indeed a rather strange bar. Servicing a clientele with a need for a shot at twelve, the trendy little bar sees little customers throughout the week. It opens at 9AM and closes at 5:30PM, hardly the time when any bars would be busy. Well-stocked and clean, it held a certain nostalgic charm with it's antique jukebox, laminated mahogany bar table and hard wood floors. Crystalline chandeliers hung above and illuminated the empty bar. Closing the door slowly behind you, taking in the view you walk towards the bar just as an elderly man wipes down a few glasses. "I'm sorry to say, but we're closing now." He politely informed you, but from a glance you made it clear you weren't there for a drink. Having seen this, with a smile the bartender reaches into the table and pulls out a gramaphone disc record. "Dimitriy sent for you, right? Excellent. The Phonograph's at the back. Remember. Regret Forgetting." He informed you as he laid the record on the table. Hit that Jive, Jack. Now that's a classic. Heck, you'd be surprised if this was the first time this has been listened to. The packaging crisp, the plastic sealed the product.
Past the bathroom, past the janitor's closet you come to the door of the Meeting room. The nameplate missing the O's and the E of the word, you open the door and walk into a small parlor. The room was small and dimly lit. There was a bar lounge table. Flanked by two metallic drawers that were out of place with the decor, they faced the phonograph set to the wall with peeling paint. The fluorescent light flickering occasionally, you talk to the phonograph after you tear it out of the packaging. Putting the disc sleeve aside, you notice a strange engraving on the machine. It wrote:
"forgetting ʇǝɹƃǝɹ"
With this reminder, you take the disc and set it upon the phonograph. With the needle set to the record, you listen to the song. There wasn't anything special about it all, really; the song promised on the record played. Then, it struck you: you take the disc after lifting the needle and place it upside down. When the phonograph began to play it made a slightly loud screech, but sound could be heard coming from it. "So you're the newbie, eh? Well, good to hear. We at The Menace could always use more...talented kids like you. Tell you what. I know Dimitriy vouched for you, but I think we should meet. Who am I? I'll let you find out later on. But let's move onto business, shall we? Tonight at 9PM, Pier 3. Make sure you're not being followed. Oh, one more thing, check the locker to the right. I have a surprise for you there." The phonograph once more devolved into abrupt static before the phonograph ceased playing.
And here starts your legacy as a Thief in Gran Dicastes city.
That stated, what do you find?
> A small Brass key
> A golden cane
> A strange, sepia photograph
[x] Genuflect
>>218684
let's go with the cane.
>>218684
Photograph because magical pictures are a great way to start your first stand fight.
You walk lazily through the streets of the town. The heat is unbearable and the people are noisy. A few of them look at you in perplexity, but you don’t really care.
‘Jeez, have I become so jaded already?’
But that’s not it, or if it is, it’s not your fault. You simply never wanted to be involved with this, but at the present state, there’s no choice.
‘Would I look weird if I asked where I am? That damn witch doesn’t even bother telling me that’.
There’s no one to hear your complaints, except the other you. But he is rarely helpful in these situations.
You decide to stop by the shade of the tree. There’s really no point in moving forward without a destination.
Further down the road, at the intersection with a square, stands what looks like a group of young people, presumably students.
Following the road in the opposite direction, you’d get further into what you suppose is the city center.
>Move towards the square
>Move towards the city
>Write in
>move towards the square
>>217528
[If my IP changed, worry not. It’s still me, I just have internet issues].
You sigh, disheartened. You get up and head towards the square. One direction is as good as the other, after all.
Besides, moving towards the crowd increases your chances you will learn something more about your whereabouts.
As you move closer, faces and figures become more easily recognizable.
The people gathered there are indeed students. If they are, the school or university they attend can’t be too far.
Most of them are just exchanging small talk, while others express their concerns over upcoming exams.
‘I sure miss those days’, you bitterly think.
“HEY, YOU!”
A pair of girls calls out to you loudly. “Are you a new student? Are you in a club already? Do you want to join the Tea Club? We are looking for new members, guys especially!”
The flurry of questions leaves you dumbstruck.
Nevertheless, you ought to respond
>No
>Get lost
>Write-in
>>217642
>Well first you have to give me your credentials before I'll consider your request to join? What is the difference between white and green teas? Also are rooibos teas made from camelia sinensis?
You wake up somewhere new.
There is no land in sight.
>>225008
masturbate whit morning erection
You get out of your sleeping bag and stretch.
You remember you lack genitalia.
start swimming
((This is not the same quest as run by Sage Hickory, who had this idea long before I did. I'm just taking the idea because I like it a lot.))
Much has been going on in this region of the world. As of late, tribes begin to grow, develop more refined tools, and some are even said to congregate in great, brick tents-- called houses. There are even stranger tales, too, of those who would coexist, even befriend, the monsters and great beasts that inhabit the world alongside you.
Of course, you thought many of these things to be fairy tales-- until you laid eyes upon another who had befriended such a creature. Now, you have left your camp in hopes of befriending such a creature yourself...
But first, are you a boy, or a girl?
oh shit waddup!
Name it "Re:Neolithic Pokemon Quest" instead of taking the original name.
>Boy
>>224166
>Name it "Re:Neolithic Pokemon Quest" instead of taking the original name.
There are going to be FAR bigger problems than the name here, bucko. Duly noted either way.
Tonight we raid, my warriors!
For start lets form a warband, using a series of rolls we will build our force first
and then pick our target second
thirdly, we make the raid!
Roll D3 for faction
1:Celts
2:Teutons
3:Britons
Rolled 2 (1d3)
>>220699
>>220704
fuck yea teutons
Rolled 3 (1d3)
>>220699
>>200713
Previous thread
>>211111
You decide to check the alleyway to find a way in that isn't visible from the street. As soon as you enter you notice a classic. A dumpster placed next to a fire escape. You climb the dumpster easily and jump to grab the bottom of the ladder. Initially you miss it by an inch, after you regain your composure you jump again and manage to grab the bottom rung barely. You lift yourself up and make short work of climbing onto the fire escape itself.
You look in through the window. It's Warren's room. The bed is unmade and you can hear a radio or record playing jazz. Nothing looks out of place, but you expected Warren to be tidy enough to make his bed after laying in it. The man was a tad obsessive.
>We could break the window
>Or try to open it
>There is another story above you, maybe you could find a way in through the attic.
>Or write in
>>218568
>Or try to open it
>>218568
Fuck it, smash the window like the fucking man we are.
>Everything is legal when cops aren't around.
>>218568
knock on the window
If that fails then
>There is another story above you, maybe you could find a way in through the attic.
Comes now the march of time, and the emergence of gods! The universe is has been around for awhile now but is in constant flux, with various gods appearing to attempt to bring order to the chaos... or not. However, can they get along and cooperate to bring the cosmos to peace and harmony, or will they tear it and themselves apart in conflict?
This is, The Age of Mending
>Choose a name and become a God, and roll 1d100 to speak the WORD and make things happen.
>Anonymous players form a Choir to praise or scorn the works of these Gods as they see fit.
>Every god must list their primary domains (max 3) and gets to assign 30 points between them to be used as a bonus for rolls related to these domains.
>They additionally get 5 points per subdomain of these primaries to assign to their subdomains as they see fit.
>Any divine actions made (creation, destruction, etc...) that are entirely unrelated to the gods' chosen domains receive a penalty of 20 to all rolls.
>Each god additionally has a "Mantle of Power", a title that reflects their true divine self and a single thing that only THEY can do, as well as encapsulating their personality and the characteristics that make up who or what they are as a god.
And don't forget to roll a d100 when choosing your god and domain, to determine your initial divine power! This initial value is the dice value you will roll with thereafter, so if your initial roll is a 56, then you will roll a d56 when taking actions.
>Ere the two suns rise, and shed light upon the universe!
Also, a chat channel related to the game, usually OOC.
https://cytu@be/r/godgames
>replace @ with .
>>215782
Also an archive, if you care to go back and read about past ages and such
http://pastebin.com/5wSXn3K5
Rolled 17 (1d53)
I sort of forgot what the fuck has happened.
Are my centaurs still doing fine?
>I create a massive field of marijuana
=Thread 11=
You are Delilah, a thirteen year old girl and an unfortunate runaway. While it has not always been this way, life has shown you the harsh and uncaring world that you live in. Due to the actions against you there is enough hate and misery twisting inside that wish to take over.
Will you be able to push through and find happiness, or will you succumb to a treacherous society?
=Important Info=
Story Thus Far (Raw): http://pastebin.com/WnGZwK04 Part 1
http://pastebin.com/eGfGW8jV Part 2
There will, hopefully soon, be a much easier to read version of this, if I stop being lazy.
Archievs; http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=aCowboyNamedSue
Quick Glance (SPOILERS); https://docs.google.com/document/d/1wXNWJdAKuqw-btrHDbvSkN5Gj3QhdY28XNKRUXMLHu0/edit#heading=h.8xfgre7nxqty
The quick Who is Who and what Delilah has. Mostly accurate.
Twitter; @Cowboy_Sue
Discord; https://discord.gg/0107qV9kiFDlUH9nY
Chat with me and some of the other players, I also post dumb sketches related to the quest there and answer some questions in a cheeky way.
Last Thread:>>205510
You think over your answer, keeping your cheek pressed up against him.
What do you want?
Too much, too much that you just don't understand.
"I don't know..." You finally speak, your voice just loud enough for him to hear. "There's a lot of things I wanna say but I don't know if any of them are the right words..."
"Maybe I'm not old enough or smart enough or...or maybe I just really don't know what exactly I want..."
Your hands move back to hold on to his shoulders instead, ignoring the fact you still want to hug him.
"I...I think I want stuff like...like affection a-and happiness but...but I doubt I could find someone to give that to me..." You chew on your bottom lip, thinking about what you want to be saying.
"I know that people who are together um...they do that...but...I don't know if I'll be ready to ever do that...m-maybe I will be...I...I want to believe it could be nice and...and I especially want to make the person I like happy...but the thought of it still scares me..."
You take deep breaths before continuing.
"You don't scare me though...I don't think you would ever make me do something like that...you make feel safer and like...like I won't just get thrown away..." Your hands move down to his bare back, allowing him the chance to run if he needs it.
"And even though you got excited because of me that one night, you felt so bad about it even though you didn't try to do anything...that uh..that must mean you do think I'm cute though...right?" There's a half smile when you add that last part in.
"And maybe it's not the same kind of feeling as I think it is now...maybe it'll turn out to be something else in the future but I want to be close to you...and...and I want..."
You remove yourself from him, keeping your timid hands to your lap.
"I just want you, Lawrence." You make sure your voice is steady when you say this, making sure he understands every word. If you had to say this earlier in the day you probably would have stumbled on each word before rushing out of the room, but right now you feel calm, even if there is that burning redness in your cheeks.
This is a lot for him to handle...it's a lot for you to handle...
You don't say another word as you lay back down, facing away from him to give him what little privacy you can. You can't fall asleep yet of course, and when he gets up you fear he's running away. Instead the lights click off and he enters the bed again, sliding under the covers. There's still that bit of distance between you, his body balancing on the edge and his back facing you in attempt to keep off any contact. You turn to your other side, looking at his back once again.
[1/?]
>>215375
"I hope it's not weird or dumb but...but I want you to know that e-even though I don't want s-...s-sex..." Your hands clasp around the ring, your heart steadily beating faster.
"I'm...I'm pretty sure that..."
There's that hesitation in your voice but you choke it down.
"...I love you."
It's almost frightening how quick Lawrence moves when you say this. You're so sure he's running from you that it's a shock when you feel him arms wrap around you instead, pulling you into his warm chest. There's an arm around your side and his other hand at the back of your head, pulling you in almost too tightly.
It's too comforting and warm to even consider pushing him away and you respond only by embracing him back the best you can.
Even if there's a big part of you enjoying this there's the more sensible side telling you that this isn't an okay thing to do. For tonight you shut that part out and allow yourself to enjoy this.
You'll worry about the shame in the morning.
...
When you wake up, you're still in the same spot as before, though Lawrence's grip is much more relaxed now. There's the sound of snoring above your head, and when you listen past it there's the slight sound of someone moving in the living room. If you had to guess, it's probably sometime early morning.
You untangle yourself from Lawrence and step over him and exit the bed. Looking down at the shirt you're thankful he didn't wake up first as you readjust yourself to look as decent as you can. It's not doing a good job though and you don't really want to put the dress back on yet...
Lawrence's button-up is still huge, but it covers you up much more then the undershirt down. You still wish you had pants on though...
Careful to not wake him, you exit the room to see Faraway sitting at his kitchen counter, coffee and newspaper in hand.
"Um...good morning..."
"Hm? Oh yes, good morning Delilah." He sets down the paper but you can see he's taken aback by your attire.
"Where are your pants?"
"I didn't bring a change of clothes so Lawrence had to loan me his shirt...s-sorry it's just that dress is heavy and hard to move in-"
"Ah no no, I see. My sister has left behind clothes before, if you go to the closet in the guestroom there should be a box. They might be a bit tall on you, but it will be much easier for you."
"Oh, oh thank you!" As you say this you notice the only photograph in the whole place, over by the stove. It looks like a younger Faraway in a tuxedo, standing with a lady in a wedding dress.
"Also, I suggest you get your friend up too. I'll see about getting some breakfast made, though I must warn you that my cooking skills are not nearly as good as my mixer ones."
"Alright, sure."
Mixer?
You dart back into the guest room, going first to the closet to find the box he was speaking about. From the way she was dressed you're expecting nice clothes...not the faded band shirts and ripped jeans you pull out. You're not judging but it is quite the surprise...
[2/3]
>>215379
Slipping the pants on, you remove both of Lawrence's shirt and replace them with the black tee. Nothing fits you right and you're constantly pulling the pants up. It's better then dragging the dress around-....dammit...you still have to wear the heels when you leave...
You'll worry about that when it's time. Right now, you need to wake up Lawrence. He's sprawled out on the bed now, easily taken up most of it.
"Psst, time to get up."
Just snoring.
You shake his shoulder but he just turns away from you. Eh...are you waking up a man or a child...
You crawl up above him and give his entire body a good hard shake.
"W-A-K-E-U-P!"
This manages to make Lawrence open his eyes, turning over to look at you. He raises a hand up to your face, ever so gently brushing the bang from your face and behind your ear. You feel goosebumps rise as he does this and a small grin spreads on his face...
You storm out of the room a few seconds later, a bright red and painful spot on your forehead.
"What's wrong dear?"
"Stupid jerk flicked me just cause I was nice enough to wake him up..."
"...eh?"
You take a seat up at the counter, a glass of orange juice waiting. When Lawrence finally joins you give him the cold shoulder in retaliation.
What would you like to talk to Faraway about?
Hey guys, let me know when you get here
>>217595
Miellewds-guy here.
What happened yesterday?
>>217595
And if we're marrying Miel, is it assumed that we'll also be marrying Miel II?
She got a chance to speak with her younger sisters during the Miel World Tour, right?
Speaking of which, how did the pacification campaigns in the jungles of Heven and Lapsiona go?
And is Alonso going to evolve into a Sundered?
>>217610
>What happened yesterday?
"Please arrive at 8am for the doctor"
"...okay"
*arrives at 7:45*
*Theres already 20 ppl in line*
"Miss nurse? I just need the doctor to sign up this recipe that just expired. It will take like 30 seconds, top"
"You have to wait, sir."
"But, seriously, just like 30 seconds..."
"You.have.to.wait.or.im.calling.security"
Thus i had to wait
Alright lets get a historical risk thread going.
>Claim a nation
>Historical RP is encouraged
>Unclaimed countries' bonuses are nullified
>We start at 5 claimed countries.
>>221636
Germany claim
>>221636
USA
Welcome back to the quest. I've been on hiatus for a while and I deeply apologize but this time, we return to our young man from chapter 3. Rules are slightly changed and you roll a d100 for every combat option instead of an overly complicated Roll d100 for 'civ-wide' or 2d50s for luck and what have you. D20s will be used only for magic spells to just be simple but other than that roll a d100 for combat only. Everything else will be running with a popular vote unless I tell you.
The Quest Archive Links: http://pastebin.com/dKG1CGDk
Chapter 3:
We started off with the young man in a wasteland on the lost realm of Tophet. The young man wanders the world and finds danger quickly. After losing an arm he retreats to a stone hedge-like structure and is greeted by a dark hooded creature. It suggests to him to move to the green glowing site, the young man accepts and goes there, drinks an odd liquid, and then we return to him wandering the wasteland with his memory somewhat intact. Foul magic. He goes into the same building only to actually kill the creature that maimed him and finds a hatchet in the next room with an army of skeletons. He kills one and retreats back to the stone hedge. The dark figure then opens a portal for him back to Terra. He is now in a forest. Alone. Hearing sounds of a stream. It is getting dark and things that are foul roam the lands in dark times and dim lights.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Kov_QMI may or may not add a Pastebin with all the spells & demons but that wouldn't matter for this chapter, demon summoning will be with Roc.
Next post is the actual part where you choose an option.
The tired young man looks around the small opening in the forest. The sun's light barely shines as it begins its well-deserved slumber. A faint sound of water running is off in the distance and all the young man's thoughts rush to it. He picks himself up from his wandering thoughts and moves toward the small sound. The sound of water becomes so foreign after not hearing it's sweet cacophony of life it heralds. His worn eyes barely open as he stumbles across the shrubs and old roots toward his goal. Time seems to stand silent as his hurried stumblings move him ever so closer to the faint sounds of nostalgia.
The trees begin to give way to a quaint creek. The young man drops down to cup his hands for the cold touch of the water. Dirt and silt dissolve into the water revealing rough hands, hands that are almost trembling as he drinks and drinks the crystal water. He tired eyes sweep the bank and the opposite side as he fills a small skin on his side. He tries to stand up only to begin to feel a great sense of fatigue and weariness. The world before his eyes begin to spin and his thoughts swim. The world about him dissolves like dirt in water turn his vision to black. He crumbles to the ground in pure exhaustion. His thoughts fade as his vision and the moon mounts the sky.
His body lay on the bank in the cold night, sprawled out and unmoving except the faint rise and fall of his breast. The sounds of rustling and life begin to stir as he lay there. Something comes and then leaves with the young man carried across the shoulder.
Days pass and nights leave as the man lay still, stuck within his mind in a slumber of near death fatigue. Light begins to assault his eyes and sounds of a small fire crackled in his ears. He begins to stir as he wakes from his long sleep.
'Awake now are ye'?' A short gruff man asks from across the wooden room. 'It's been quite the time and me lassie's about tagive'nup on ye'. Say you didn't mind if we searched ye' before we brought ye'ere. Ye're covered in dust an' we 'ed to of giv'n ye' a quick clean'n, dust that much seem ye' been wander'n a desert for half a year there boy.' The man searches his thick coat before settling his calloused hands on a fine wooden pipe. He takes out a small amount of tabacco and sets it in and lites it. He puffs thoughtfully for a second before asking the young man, 'Where ye' been to get such on ye' I've worked in stone longer'n'ye' been born an' still havn't gotten that much on me.' The young man looks up and meets the man's eyes and before he could speak the man says, 'Nah, never'n'mind I's don't mean to pry, any matter whats yer' name there boy?'
The young man props himself up onto the backboard of the bed and says, 'Josef,' in a meek voice then he clears his throat and repeats himself in a clear voice.
'Ah, well Josef it's been fine meeting ye' me'ame's Grunam I work the smithy'ere'in town I was coming from me clan's mountain'ome te see'if they got any iron fer me smithy. I was bringin me cart 'ome and saw the creak was near so I went to fill me canteen an' I found ye' there passed out an'all. Yer' 'eavier than ye' look.' The man, no dwarf, says.
Soon another person comes in carrying a platter of bowls and cups and sets it on a table. 'I 'eard ye' two talk'n an' I thought it be best to snatch up some food fer' ye'. Grun 'ere says yer' 'eavy but I don't buy into that one bit, you look like skin an' bones from where I stan'. Me'ames Yorfea if ol' Grun didn't say nuthin' 'bout me.' Grunam looks somewhat offended but takes a long puff before speaking again.
'Yer' a good kid there Josef far as I can tell, ye' can stay fer' a bit before you head out if ye' want. I known how ye' types are, always running off to something lost me brother to nonsense like that. Can't hold ye' 'ere if I wanted though boy, not enough food for the three of us. War rations and all, damn mountain'ome not got enough problems already with sending us as smiths fer yer' kind, no offense there, now their wanting bodies fer' their crusade. Any matter, you can stay fer a bit if ye' want but I'll 'ave to ask ye' to leave come'n'ext week.' The dwarf stands from his chair and leaves with Yorfea after taking a loaf from the platter and pointing at Josef with the bread and smiling.So damn Close.
The young man is alone now in the room, the fireplace faintly crackles and squeaks. The room is a somewhat smaller than Josef is used to but it is better than anything he has slept in for weeks. He pushes himself up and shrugs off the sheets, pressing his bare feet against the wood floors he stretches out to take a loaf. It is soft and sweet to the touch, he eats as he stares off out through the window. A town of people, moving and doing things so lost in his memory it seems so odd. He begins to stand and he puts on clothes that were provided to him, trousers, linen shirt, shoes, and a tunic. His old clothes were too far gone to be saved by any tailor.
What do you do?
>A) Leave and explore the town.
>B) Stay in the house and rest for a while, collect yourself.
>C) Other
I'm in my garden with a half drunken beer and a lot of sadness in my heart.
The baby is sleeping in the house.
Options are limitless, but we have to keep the baby ok.
Finish beer. Throw flip flops at neighbors.
This is my mammoth jalapeno plant named Josë, and my Arkansas Traveller hybrid tomato named Cletus. The rest of my garden is behind me.
And the baby is crying I think. Time to go inside.
The hell is that tube?
