08-28-2023, 09:43:13 AM
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Níl teideal agam, tá mé ar saoire // No title, I'm on vacation
Valdragon is watching, but you're technically free to go. So what are you going to pack for your trip, and will you be sufficiently prepared to have all the fun you could ever want?
“Clothes, of course. And considering where we'll be heading, I'll need some- eh, forget that, a lot of sunscreen! A complexion like mine burns easily, and I'd much rather be Fionn than An Dearg ( ba-dum crash ).”
The island is nice enough, and it's a great time! The lighthouse looks dangerous, the radio tower looks very dangerous, and there's skateboard marks that never got cleaned up on the bar at the Bar and Grille-with-an-e(tm), and you're going on the tour! Captain Keyes is showing off the forest of bones when you proceed to spot a sniper rifle lying on the ground, covered partially in leaves. It's filthy and has sunk partially into the ground, but it's still operational. What's the most fun thing you can do with a sniper rifle on the island?
“That's suspicious, but we aren't here for any of that. But if you insist, I suppose I'd just shoot down some jungle animals.”
You may be servants of a highly authoritarian regime involved in a plot to overthrow it and replace it with most likely more of the same, and probably all have problems with corruption and graft, and a few of you definitely either got your positions through bribery or some form of nepotism, but that doesn't mean you can't have fun! You've been given access to several buckets, some sandcastle tools, and a shovel, and it's extremely unlikely you're being made to dig your own grave, so what's the sandcastle plan? (Feel free to use visual mediums if you want)
“Hm… Oh, I know, I'll ask the Salmon of- oh, right, the Salmon doesn't work here. In that case…”
He crouches down, focused on something on the ground below him. Some time later, you find that he has built a strange structure out of the sand, a hodgepodge of various architectural styles and features that measures, in total, about half his height. He seems ashamed of it. Oh, wait, no, the flushed look on his face is actually sunburn. He's actually pretty proud of it.
And finally, you have some time to yourself. What else are you going to do at the Tropical Ski Resort? This is a freeform question.
“That lighthouse is intriguing. Perhaps I should pay a visit.”
“Clothes, of course. And considering where we'll be heading, I'll need some- eh, forget that, a lot of sunscreen! A complexion like mine burns easily, and I'd much rather be Fionn than An Dearg ( ba-dum crash ).”
The island is nice enough, and it's a great time! The lighthouse looks dangerous, the radio tower looks very dangerous, and there's skateboard marks that never got cleaned up on the bar at the Bar and Grille-with-an-e(tm), and you're going on the tour! Captain Keyes is showing off the forest of bones when you proceed to spot a sniper rifle lying on the ground, covered partially in leaves. It's filthy and has sunk partially into the ground, but it's still operational. What's the most fun thing you can do with a sniper rifle on the island?
“That's suspicious, but we aren't here for any of that. But if you insist, I suppose I'd just shoot down some jungle animals.”
You may be servants of a highly authoritarian regime involved in a plot to overthrow it and replace it with most likely more of the same, and probably all have problems with corruption and graft, and a few of you definitely either got your positions through bribery or some form of nepotism, but that doesn't mean you can't have fun! You've been given access to several buckets, some sandcastle tools, and a shovel, and it's extremely unlikely you're being made to dig your own grave, so what's the sandcastle plan? (Feel free to use visual mediums if you want)
“Hm… Oh, I know, I'll ask the Salmon of- oh, right, the Salmon doesn't work here. In that case…”
He crouches down, focused on something on the ground below him. Some time later, you find that he has built a strange structure out of the sand, a hodgepodge of various architectural styles and features that measures, in total, about half his height. He seems ashamed of it. Oh, wait, no, the flushed look on his face is actually sunburn. He's actually pretty proud of it.
And finally, you have some time to yourself. What else are you going to do at the Tropical Ski Resort? This is a freeform question.
“That lighthouse is intriguing. Perhaps I should pay a visit.”