5.17.2006
Pinched
Pinched. Everything seems pretty cool. Grito has not yet been destroyed by the Knights of Armek, the Monks of Progress, or the Undead Legions. Ronald and Gregolas are chilling at SO.
"Hey there dude-ios," intones Gregolas, without looking at you. He's intent on playing some game on an insanely huge TV. Looks like the goal is to... uh... drip colors of paint across a cartoon city? "Long time no see and all. Hey, you guys didn't swing by the chip shop before coming back to Casa Grande, didja? Fuckin' brilliant chip shop in town now. It's called 'Thee Chips Are Down', which is a fuckin' sweet ass name. It's perfect."
Master Apprentice Steve seems to still be running Ye Potione Guilde. "Uh hey there guys. If you wanna buy some potions that's cool. I bet you guys need some healing potions and stuff, huh? Uh, did you guys have some good adventures? Yeah, I bet, that's pretty cool." Steve seems to miss his 'adventuring days'.
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Okay Marivhon, you Hide In Shadows somewhere in Grito, and no one really seems to notice, or care. You still have your Hello Airport Guidebook, page still dog-earred where Vrill was excited about some legendary artifacts.
Memory tonic taken... that's a headrush right there. You're pretty sure that there aren't any details you're missing. You were in Terminal Z, went through the door, and now here you are in Grito. Well, maybe the only detail you're missing is just where exactly the door was that you came through. IQ check made, okay, you remember where it is. You sneak into an alley and head towards the trash in the back. A stout door is at the end, locked with a rusty padlock. You're pretty sure that's the door... looks like no one's used it in a long time.
"Hey there dude-ios," intones Gregolas, without looking at you. He's intent on playing some game on an insanely huge TV. Looks like the goal is to... uh... drip colors of paint across a cartoon city? "Long time no see and all. Hey, you guys didn't swing by the chip shop before coming back to Casa Grande, didja? Fuckin' brilliant chip shop in town now. It's called 'Thee Chips Are Down', which is a fuckin' sweet ass name. It's perfect."
Master Apprentice Steve seems to still be running Ye Potione Guilde. "Uh hey there guys. If you wanna buy some potions that's cool. I bet you guys need some healing potions and stuff, huh? Uh, did you guys have some good adventures? Yeah, I bet, that's pretty cool." Steve seems to miss his 'adventuring days'.
...
Okay Marivhon, you Hide In Shadows somewhere in Grito, and no one really seems to notice, or care. You still have your Hello Airport Guidebook, page still dog-earred where Vrill was excited about some legendary artifacts.
Memory tonic taken... that's a headrush right there. You're pretty sure that there aren't any details you're missing. You were in Terminal Z, went through the door, and now here you are in Grito. Well, maybe the only detail you're missing is just where exactly the door was that you came through. IQ check made, okay, you remember where it is. You sneak into an alley and head towards the trash in the back. A stout door is at the end, locked with a rusty padlock. You're pretty sure that's the door... looks like no one's used it in a long time.
