Next deadline: Tuesday, February 21st at 11:59 EST
Dann Tuggles aka Dizzre
On the islands, many people make the most of their surroundings and are thankful for surviving the storm. Unfinished Destiny decides to collect anything possible before the tide rolls back in, scooping up some [pearl], [ruby], and other precious things that aren’t worth naming specifically until he can think of a specific use for them, almost like a convenient story-telling device. athcul158 finds similar goodies on the washed up shore-line, but she also finds what seems like a trap door partially buried in sand. Once uncovered, she finds a room inside that is too dark to see in. As she roams around the island for materials to make a quick torch, she comes back to see the trap door already partially swallowed up by the tide…
Vaclav, having sent out information regarding his very practiced – over two days! – ability to perform, refines his ability to [art] so that his performances shall be as spectacular as the advert announcing them. Loose Lips manages to catch and preserve about [75 fish], noting that his technique is improving as he practices fishing, despite fishing not being one of those bold-brackety things. Leocrow, mad at the stone he had received in his bag, swallowed it whole. Had he been taking a page out of initial isle’s guard, he’d have noted that swallowing various objects isn’t fun and tastes awful. Still, good riddance to that stone and King Daggerbeard.
Meanwhile, everyone else had their mind set on exploration. RedSunEternal and Ryu decide to swim to their destination, and only swim about half-way during the day, noting that the next day they could swim the remaining half of the distance. While swimming was a terrible mode of transportation, it was a good way to improve one’s [health] and [strength]. captainawesome employed questionable activity to improve his [strength] while traveling, though whether or not he was even looking to improve a stat or just kill time was extra super questionable. As his boat got near the king’s island, a guard shouted down to him.
“Hey man, I don’t want to like, blow your nice raft up, but it’s kinda like, my job? And I can’t afford to lose my job so like, either turn and leave (which would be totally chill) or I guess I have to blow your ship up.”
You try to explain that you’re just intending to go around the island, but the guard insists that King Daggerbeard considers that part of his island as well, even if intentionally left vague on the map, which he reminds you, the king distributes. And more importantly, the island itself has equal ship-blowing mandate. You’re either going to need a sneakier plan to get past the guards, or I guess just try anyways and have your stuff blown up.
Leocrow sails east, improving his [boatstuff] while setting foot on a previously unexplored island. He hopes it is named something as equally egregious as Nathanielstan.
Dann Tuggles explores the new island, still soaking from the rain. The island seems to be partially steppes, and partially mountainous steps scaling slightly upward over and over, before presumably reaching some sort of look-out that is conveniently the exact same height as King Daggerbeard’s island. More importantly, exploring the island gives you the [right to name it]. Elsewhere, Knave explores his island, noting its several spring of fresh water, as well as a presumed lake with yet another island inside of it. Otherwise, the island was mostly flat and very sandy. More importantly, exploring the island gives you the [right to name it]. Exploring is also good for one’s [health].
Mike Burns was in such shock from the lighting that he felt compelled not to tell the truth as he lied on the sand, writing things like “I understand the difference between lay and lie” and “This isn’t sand”. During all of this not-truth-telling, he noticed that for some reason his comrade had decided to headbutt a shovel to death. Unfortunately, no matter how you thought about it, this literally meant that Hawkers89 headbutt’d a shovel, and died. Mike Burns was so caught off guard that he tried to spend the whole day in only the first part of the day, the morning. Unfortunately, this didn’t make any sense, which caused him to sink even deeper into his depressive mourning.
On another plane, or perhaps in his own mind, Hawkers89 felt voices judging his soul, determine whether or not he was allowed to come back as a ghost and protect his friend.
“Pffftkllllllffffffffttttttk (which was presumably “No!” in some other language.)”
“Well think about it this way, friends. If we let him go back down there, he won’t still be up here.”
There was a long pause, followed by the unanimous decision to let Hawkers89 come back as a ghost. His ghastly form would be invisible to most people, but Mike Burns would definitely be able to see him. His ability to interact with physical objects was limited to one object at a time, meaning that even in order to perform a task as simple as carrying around a shovel, he’d have to focus on it and give up interacting with other objects. It was a pretty cool idea, you had to give him credit for that, but it was at least slightly [stupid].