Next deadline: Sunday, February 19th at 11:59 EST
A random guard
As Nirkit tried to lift the ship with his mind, he was able to lift it up just long enough to hold it, then put it back down, effectively doing giant-metal-boat-mind-lifts and improving his powers so much that he realized he had mastered [all the psychic powers]. Still, if that fatty mcfat fat had left the ship like he requested, he might’ve been able to move the ship with his mind as well. Now conscious of his weight, the guard spends the day doing sit-ups and obviously won’t be the cumbersome burden of fat in future attempts to lift the ship,
Meanwhile, in the puzzle room, Destin was enjoying his glowing hand while ready to try and solve the puzzle once more.
Lit, Lit, Unlit, Lit — to — to Lit, Unlit, Lit, Unlit
Lit, Unlit, Lit, Unlit — to — Unlit, Lit, Unlit, Unlit
Unlit, Lit, Unlit, Unlit — to — Unlit, Unlit, Lit, Lit
Unlit, Unlit, Lit, Lit — to — Lit, Lit, Lit, Lit
The mysterious door opened, and inside you find an old dusty weapon hilt. Picking it up, the blade instantly transforms to look just like your beloved Chaladholg, meaning the treasure of this puzzle was the legendary [Blade of Ideal]. This weapon was of the [highest quality] possible of a weapon, and possessed the magical quality of converting your biggest weakness into your greatest strength, which in Destin’s current physical condition made his [agility] equal to his [luck] as long as he was wielding the sword. By game mechanics standards, this was ridiculous – normally agility capped out at a certain point, indicating that one has [all the agility]. But in the kind of loophole that can only be created by the most fickle of the attributes, [luck], Destin actually operated at [more than all of the agility] while wielding the blade, and to make matters even sillier, he knew his luck was nowhere near capped!
LEAVE IT TO DESTIN TO BREAK ALL OF THE GAME MECHANICS IN HALF THEN QUARTERS AND FINALLY INTO EIGHTHS. Though honestly this could all be explained by just saying that Destin had gotten lucky.
Even stranger, the glow from his hands slowly crept up the blade, increasing it from a two-hander into a what-the-heck-how-does-anyone-wield-this-hander. Oddly enough, with all of the agility Destin felt that he could swing the blade despite its ridiculous size, but it definitely put some a lot of strain on his arms.