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Post by Buzzster Hooperham on Nov 7, 2022 12:23:24 GMT 9
"Oh hey Furrlicity Purrfection ! Nice ears!" Zac said, waving at the tiny catboy. Furrlicity's ears hadn't changed since last time they'd met, but Zac always liked to start off a competition with a complement. It lulled the enemy into a false sense of camaraderie that he could capitalize on later if required.
Zac climbed on top of his Rolycoly, his feet resting on chunks of coal as if they were motorcycle pedals. He grabbed rocky protrusions near the Pokemon's front, and leaned forward, imagining he could hear the roar of the engine deep within the beast. He leaned down to whisper into a hole in the coal that could be an ear. "Book it straight up, okay? Rattata is on our left and he's going to be slowed down by that berry juice. Bank hard on the first turn and I bet we can force him straight off the track. Okay?"
The Rolycoly rumbled in response, shuddering with what Zac hoped was excitement and wasn't just internal combustion or indigestion.
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The airhorn sounded, Rolycoly's tire bit into the dirt, and the pair of them shot forward, zipping straight to the front of the pack.
"Rattata on the left!" Buzzster said, grinning as his tactical prediction proved to be spot on. The purple rat pulled alongside and Zac tactfully leaned over to give it a quick kick, knocking it out of bounds. It crashed into one of the stick signposts, screeching bloody murder. "Hahah! They don't call me Ramsay for nothing!"
Next up was the powerups. Buzzster set his sights on a gleaming, golden Pokeball, and leaned in to the turn, aiming to swipe it from the ground. Only at the last second a lasso of sticky BULLSHIT whipped out from somewhere behind him, tangling around the orb and pulling it straight into the waiting arms of... "Yggy Br00ks ?" Buzzster shouted questioningly, as the blonde youth surged ahead on his souped-up Caterpie. "Great bug you got there, ya bastard! That one was mine! Your highly agile and skillful play won't win you this race!" Buzzster said, mixing compliment, insult, and threat to try and throw the kid off her game.
He sped along the straight, taking the next corner at top speed and snatching another Pokeball from the ground. "Aha!" he said, holding up the powerup. He waited for its power to flow through he. Any second now the engine would kick into a higher gear and he would blow his trash opponents away, like that time a hurricane tore the side door off his Chevy Impala and blew away six months of McBurger wrappers. "I've got all the bloody power now!" Buzzster shouted, unknowingly almost quoting a children's cartoon.
Only no power came.
Instead, the 'powerup' started ticking, flashing quickly through rainbows shades that more and more frequently displayed a dangerous RED. "It's a bloody bomb!" Zac said, swerving in shock and almost crashing into one of the guard posts. He twisted around and hurled the Pokeball behind him, only slightly aiming for Furrlicity Purrfection .
SUMMARY: Rolled for progress (+11) Rolycoly is booking it! (+5) Knocked Rattata off the track (+5) Yggy Br00ks stole my Golden Pokeball! (+5) Grabbed a Rainbow Pokeball but it was a bomb. (-5) Threw it at Furrlicity Purrfection
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Post by Buzzster Hooperham on Nov 5, 2022 18:23:14 GMT 9
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Post by Buzzster Hooperham on Nov 4, 2022 22:47:34 GMT 9
Zac had never watched Zombieland. He'd never even heard of Zombieland. However, he had an intimate knowledge of 'zombie' from the 70's, as well as a lifetime ban from Disneyland.
That would have to be enough.
"I'm not sure if I'd tap that even once!" Buzzster said, swinging a length of steel pipe at the nearest zombie. He knocked its jaw clean off and the teeth scattered across the ground like a pack of calcium-rich skittles. "Each to their own though."
But the zombie kept on coming. It grabbed Zac, intent on showing him the dangers of its remaining dentals. He let out a shout, stumbling back. "Petal! La Trixxia! These bastards are getting handsy!"
THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!
Sharp-edged leaves bit into the zombie's rotten forehead like origami ninja stars, staggering it. "Yay! I got him!"
The air crackled, and what remained of the living dead's head ignited. "Woo! Now that's what I call a fiery redhead!"
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Post by Buzzster Hooperham on Nov 2, 2022 11:13:21 GMT 9
Zac was along for the ride. He's barely even heard of a Pokéman before playing UNOVR, let alone played any of the games. The only reason he was here now was to reconnect with his beloved niece Bergamot Gristleborg, though he hadn't yet been able to find her.
"String, ya say?" he asked, pulling the beginner mistake of engaging with the talkative NPC. Unfortunately, Buzzster was of an age where talking shop about a potential DIY project was possibly the most interesting thing in the world. Maybe edged out by world championship snooker or a good nap, but hell if he was going to miss out on some quality man time.
He drew closer as the old man cracked open an ancient Pokeball, beckoning pawbrey pawtini to come and have a look at the coiled string and cork stuffed inside the worn shell.
"And what do they use now? Some sort of high-tech polymer I'd bet," he said, picturing a string but with lots of 1's and 0's running along it, like it was from The Matrix (2001). "They've got all sorts of newfangled tech these days, but ya can't beat the classics I say. Gimme one of those string balls!"
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Post by Buzzster Hooperham on Nov 2, 2022 10:36:01 GMT 9
Zac liked practical women. Women who had a good head on their shoulders and could improvise when a trick went wrong and someone lost a finger from a poorly-thrown knife. Women who could take the (now metaphorical) knives that life threw at you and, instead of suing about them, would fight off greedy venue managers who reneged on their promises and now wanted payment for all the free Hors d'oeuvres you'd eaten at the 'customers only' buffet.
Zac also liked beautiful women. Women with legs slightly disproportional to the standard anatomical model, and patience to match. Women with too-much makeup, bottom of the barrel standards, and top-tier boob jobs.
Olga BanHammer wasn't that second thing, but holy shit did she fit the first set of criteria.
Unfortunately, Buzzster was teleported away before he could ask for her pager number.
He found himself across from a disgusting zombie. They were jawless, and also in full clown makeup. Despite all that, she looked strangely familiar. "A zombie apocolypse? Hmmm. Good question!" Buzzster said in his haunting, ghostly voice, stalling. "Wow. Lots of variables there. I reckon I'd make a lot of money. A world full of zombies would certainly improve the average sense of humor at my usual gigs!" He laughed. "And they'd smell better too!"
Wiping away a tear, Buzzster took another look at the player across from him. Something was weird. He knew her. Was this someone he owed money to? "Is that you La Trixxia?" he asked Bergamot Gristleborg , ghostly voice coming out as barely more than a whisper.
The Pumpkaboos descended to take him away, but he dodged the first one. "No! That wasn't my question!" The second picked him up telekinetically and he shouted out his real question just in time. "After JFK faked his death, where do you think he escaped to?"
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Post by Buzzster Hooperham on Oct 25, 2022 12:00:48 GMT 9
Zac caught the question just before candy started to spray from Tuesday's mouth. He picked some kernels of candy corn from the pile, chewing on them as he mulled over the answer. "Well, my ex-wife once described as a 'bottom of the barrel scraping mother forker', or close enough, and I'm not above a bit of spooning, but I'd definitely have to go with 'knife', if we're talking about preference."
Zac brushed his hands together, dusting the floor in candy corn crumbs. "There's not a lot you can't do with a knife. You can cut up apples on a picnic date, you can fight off territorial rats, hell you can even remove an appendix, assuming the librarian isn't looking." A whole toffee apple shot from Tuesday's mouth and Zac grabbed it mid-air. "Speaking of, you wouldn't happen to have a knife on you right now, would you?"
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Before he could share his Autumn bounty with the heterochromatic catgirl Zac was whisked away to his next date.
"My turn, ay? Sure," he said, taking a too-big bite from the apple. "If you were trapped on a desert island," he started, pausing to get a chunk of toffee out from between his teeth, "what inanimate object would you talk to to keep from going insane?" 1-10
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Post by Buzzster Hooperham on Oct 21, 2022 11:14:22 GMT 9
Zac stumbled onto the race track, just like he had last year at the Daytona 500, but that was where the similarities ended.
At Daytona he'd had to bribe a security guard, scale two chain link fences, and wear a fake moustache to disguise himself as the ghost of Dale Earnhardt. Here, he'd fallen through a thicket of blackberries and gotten covered in mud.
Last year, the track had been five lanes wide and had filled the Florida air with the roar of engines, and getting onto the course had almost gotten him hit by a FedEx sponsored stock car going close to 200mph. This time it was drawn in the dirt and marked with tiny painted leaf flags attached to sticks, and he almost stepped on a Weedle.
"Well well well," he said, pulling blackberry thorns out of his jacket as he approached the starting line. "Looks like the ol' Ramsay charm works its charm once again."
With each step, though, the tiny checkered leaves seemed further and further away, and the Pokemon on the track seemed larger and faster.
"VIP in every way that matters," Buzzster continued, not noticing his change in size until a Pidgey ran past and tried to bite him, perhaps mistaking him for a blackberry scented insect in a pinstripe suit. "Ah! Get out of it you giant mongrel!" Buzzster swatted at the Pokemon with his briefcase and jogged the rest of the way to the starting line.
There, other Pokemon were lined up, patient and ready for their turn to race. Buzzster wandered through the field of waiting Pokemon, checking their teeth, inspecting their appendages for wear and tear, and looking for a partner that had that telltale glint in their eyes. The shine of a true champion.
"Sorry mate," he said, passing by the Shellder. "Need something with legs."
"Now this! This is a champion," he said, resting a hand on the lustrous, purple fur of the Rattata. "You and me mate, we're gonna take it all the way to the top of the racing world!" The rat turned to look at him, and Zac was hit with a memory of when a rat bit him in his unmentionables. "Uh, actually, on second thoughts I'd better check out the rest of the field." He quickly squirted some blackberry juice onto the Rattata's back legs, hoping that the sticky liquid would slow it down.
"Damn. Woulda loved to have that rat," he mumbled, wandering through the rest, until his eyes met with what he knew was the best of the best.
The crème de la crème of the racing pack may have looked like a mound of rocks balanced precariously on a single wheel, but Zac didn't care about appearances. He knew potential when he saw it. "You're it, my friend. I can tell. The only one here with a true Racer's Spirit! Not to mention wheels! Uh, wheel!"
The Rolycoly trundled forward and bumped into him when it tried to stop. "Oh yeah. I can feel it already. Can you feel it? Mate. This is IT. This is the business."
Zac has chosen Rolycoly
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Post by Buzzster Hooperham on Oct 4, 2022 12:25:10 GMT 9
Zac nodded along as Ruby talks, his mind churning through the possibilities. "Construction workers sometimes leave their food lying around too. That can be helpful in a pinch," he added. "Junkyard isn't bad either, but watch out for rats in old boxes. One gave me a nasty nip once. Left one hell of a scar too! Can't show you though. That's a 'wedding night' scar, if you catch my drift."
As Ruby mentioned the idea of heading to their Mom's house, Buzzster's eyes lit up. It was a worrying look, as if he was about to pull something from somewhere, or saw someone in half for a hat full of quarters. "Great idea! Man has never known such a concentrated source of junk as what accumulates in an old garage."
"Teams?" Buzzster repeated, looking around. He gravitated to the shadiest looking player, squinting to read their nametag. "Finnegan Fjord ! You and me buddy. Let's raid Mom's house like she's out of town on business." He headed off in the direction of the communal starting home.
Five minutes later and Zac was pulling up the garage shutter. Light flooded in, illuminating a graveyard of household goods, boxes of memories, and even some old Christmas decorations. "Jackpot!"
Zac sent out both of his Pokemon: La Trixia the Vulpix and Petal the Chikorita. "Okay. Here's the plan. La Trixia, you're The Distraction. Get into the house and keep Mom busy. If she's coming send us a smoke signal."
"A smoke signal?"
"Set something on fire," Buzzster explained. "That should give us a few minutes to make our escape." He opened the door into the main house and Vulpix scampered inside, looking for Mom. Buzzster turned to Petal. "You're The Safe-Cracker. My hands are my money makers. I need a light touch for work so I can't go chipping my nails or scuffing up my pads. We need you to pry open all the goodies around here. Starting with this."
Zac walked over to an old lawn mower. "This beauty is the Husqvarna YTH18542. Any motor strong enough to power this much metal will be perfect! Now let me see what I can do."
He rested a hand on the faded orange shell, focussing all his Gardener powers. After a minute of tense waiting, a single daffodil popped out of the exhaust pipe. "Okay. No dice there. Petal! Get your vines in there and see what you can do!"
Chikorita approached the beast. The buds on her neck extended, snaking in through the exhaust port of the mower. "I can feel something...STICKY!"
"That's fuel residue. Perfect. Now can you.." Buzzster paused, searching for the right words. "Break it a little?"
Petal nodded, and there was a slow creeeeeeak from inside the machine before CRACK! The casing bent, as something inside was fatally displaced.
"Perfect! Now we can take the case off, disassemble it and bring all the bits back!" he found a wheelbarrow in the corner. He could feel the splinters on the ancient handles, just waiting to dig into his pristine skin. "You get to work on the mower while I find some gloves," he said to Petal. "Finnegan Fjord !" he called across the garage, "find anything good yet buddy?" Points: Luck Points = XYAwt8SW1d6x10
Skill Points = 30 +10 for using Vulpix as a distraction +10 for using Gardner Powers to try and help +10 for using Vine Whip to take apart the mower Teamwork Points = 10 +10 working with Finn! Total = 90 40 into Mechanical 50 into Electrical 1d6
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Post by Buzzster Hooperham on Jul 14, 2022 1:41:05 GMT 9
"Fossil Revival Machine? Sounds like part of my daily facial routine!" Buzzster said, laughing at his hilarious joke and giving Finnegan Fjord a conspiratorial elbowing as the little doctor continued her well-informed explanation. He leaned in close and slipped on his reading glasses as she revealed her blueprints.
"Well ain't that somethin' and a half," he said, nodding at the cute little design. "Love the wheels! Looks like a snow machine! Are you sure this this isn't what killed the dinosaurs?" He laughed again, filling the meeting with his booming excitement.
"Count me in too! I've got a feeling this is something big," he said, rubbing his hands together. "And if you can Dr. Hammond us up a dino or two with just a few pieces of locally-sourced scrap then that's a better bloody magic trick than any I've ever done!"
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Post by Buzzster Hooperham on Jul 4, 2022 13:32:31 GMT 9
"Howzit goin professor!" Buzzster says, entering the lab with boundless enthusiasm. He walked right up to the grey-haired professional and cocked his head, as if he was seeing something strange just past her left ear.
"Huh. That's odd," he said leaning a little to the side, trying to see past her. "I could have sworn." He shook his head. "Nevermind. Anyway, I've got a little- AH!" he shouted, suddenly, as if he'd just seen a ghost. "There it is again! Don't worry, I'll get it."
Zac reached past the professor and drew 20ft of colored scarves out from behind her ear, exaggerating the motion as if he was pulling against a tremendous force. "Oof! Almost...bloody...got...it...one more!" he pulled one last time and with a comical pop the end of the scarves came free, revealing that there was a Pokeball tied to the end of the scarves. "So that's where it was!" he said, putting the ball down on Ash's desk. "Found a Vulpix in the Birchwild Grove. Weird place. Lots of innate magic. Must be on a leyline," he said seriously. "Must still have a little magic left in her because she keeps disappearing! Last week I pulled her and her whole bloody family out of my hat! Almost ruined dinner. Can you believe that?"
Zac showed Vulpix (Birchwild Grove) to the Professor
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Post by Buzzster Hooperham on Jun 21, 2022 21:27:55 GMT 9
Zac struggled out the other end of the log. "Lot bloody longer than I'd figured from the look of it," he said, panting. He'd crawled for the better part of a mile and his arms were raw and ragged. Somewhere along the way he'd reached a fork in the log, and had used La Trixia's fire to see the internal signage more clearly. He'd followed the directions for greem junction, of course, ignoring the sign that said Fantastic Clearing, and now here he was.
Somewhere along the way he'd taken off his coat jacket. The extra elbow padding had been nice at the start, but by the end he'd been cooking in the suit. He stood up, covered in wood-rubbings and moss-stains, and looked around his destination. A small sign in the middle of the clearing proudly proclaimed Welcome to Green Junction.
Greem junction was a lot of things. It was an overgrown clearing at the edge of a cliff, full of mushroom-claimed stumps. It was a meeting place for a dozen overgrown trails that all apparently pointed to Mediocre Clearing and it was apparently the spot where two-dozen Murkrow had set up nests in a burnt-out tree.
He'd been expecting some sort of vibrant village, or maybe a jolly market like at the ren faire, but instead it was all just foliage. He was also certain that his eyes were playing tricks on him, because the whole place seemed to be covered in a thin, green-ish filter. I guess that's the greem, he thought, rubbing his eyes.
"Go away!" cried one of the Murkrow, its hat bobbing in indignation. "This is our place!" said another, perched on the edge of its next. "Go!" "Squawk!" "Go!"
"Whoa, whoa, fellas," Zac said, putting up his hands. "I'm just bloody trying to find my way out of here! I'm not causin' any trouble, am I?"
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Post by Buzzster Hooperham on Jun 21, 2022 21:13:37 GMT 9
Zac laughed at how easily Furrlicity Purrfection spat out the name of her amazing, male, Pokemon. The little guy had just about broken the Vulpix in two with one hit! "Maybe it's easy if your a bloody rapper, but I'll stick with something simple for now. Maybe I've still got to 'level up' a bit before I can go buck wild with my names," he said. "Speaking of," he nodded at Furrlicity's little deer, "that buck's sure got some bang to it! What a little champion!"
The Vulpix disappears into his Pokeball and Zac rolled the sphere over his fingers before making it vanish. "The flower thing? You mean this?" he asked, pulling a vibrant bouquet of wildflowers from behind Furrlicity Purrfection 's ear. Buzzster handed him the flowers, grinning wildly. He stepped back, and quickly rolled up his sleeves, displaying hairy, but trick-less, arms. "Or did you mean this?" He clapped both hands together, creating a spray of flowers that rained down like confetti. "How was that, ay?"
Chikorita cheered, and clapped as best she could. "Woo!"
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Post by Buzzster Hooperham on Jun 16, 2022 21:41:42 GMT 9
Cream slammed into the Vulpix, sending the luxurious red fox flying right into a thick birch. She hit the trunk, then the ground. She was barely moving, a perfect sitting target for Chikorita. "Not too sporting, is it?" Buzzster asked Furrlicity Purrfection , "but the show ain't over until you've mopped the floor, ay? Go on then! Get 'em Chikorita!" Buzzster said, but his Pokemon hesitated.
"I think she's had enough," Chikorita said. "Besides, I want a name. Did you hear the fancy name she's got?" asked his starter, pointing her leaf at Furrlicity Purrfection 's extravagantly named Deerling.
"Oh. Is that, like, normal though? Seems kinda hard to remember. What if I name you something easy to remember, like Bud!"
"I don't like that one bit.
"Well how about leaf?"
"You're just naming parts of my body!"
"Uh. Petal?"
"Well now that's even worse! I don't have any petals! You're making me feel self-conscious!"
"No!" Buzzster said, hands up. "It's, like, uh, aspirational! And look!" He leant down and placed a massive, calloused hand on the side of the little Pokemon's neck. One of the buds on her neck bloomed into a gorgeous, pale-purple Gladiolus. It looked like a floral pendant, and the thick stamen gleamed with pollen. Buzzster hadn't gotten a handle on any of the UI for this game, but his passive ability? Well he'd been messing around with that all afternoon.
"There we go! One bloody beautiful flower! What do you think?"
Chikorita looked down, trying to see her neck clearly "Whoa! Yeah! Okay call me Petal!"
Their naming ceremony was interrupted by a spit of flame from the base of a nearby tree. The flames singed Zac's jacket and left a blistering black mark along Petal's side. The pair looked over to see Vulpix struggling to stand, its eyes aflame with indignation.
"Sorry, did I interrupt?" she asked, in a posh accent. She spat another ball of fire and Zac and Petal moved back.
"Oh yeah. That's just like La Trixia," Buzzster mumbled. "Petal, can you finish her off?"
Chikorita was already running at the enemy. She dodged another shot or flame and slammed head on into the Vulpix, knocking the little fox head over tails, and out cold.
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Post by Buzzster Hooperham on Jun 16, 2022 10:39:08 GMT 9
Zac walked the worn, warm trails of Birchwild Grove. His feet crunched satisfyingly on the dried maple and apple leaves, and his eyes were open, almost painfully, as he tried to take in every pixel of the game's intimidating detail.
"This is a step or two up from Space Invaders, isn't it," he said to his Chikorita, who he was holding in his broad arms. "Less shooting too, at least so far." The little Pokemon frowned, not sure what to make of his weird comments.
He spotted a man up ahead and walked towards them. "Hey there!" Buzzster called, moving Chikorita into the crook of one arm so that he could stretch out the other for a professional handshake. "Name's Zac! Nice to meetcha!"
Something rustled nearby, and there was a flash of gorgeous red fur as something leapt out of the grass to attack them! It was a Vulpix, not that Zac knew that. All he saw was the same fur that his assistant used to wear when he'd been doing shows at the Plaza Oro Grande. "Ha! You look just like La Trixia!" he said. "This one of your Pokemons?" he asked Furrlicity Purrfection.
The Vulpix shot a jet of fire at him, and Zac screamed, jumping back. "Whoa! Must be one of those wild ones that the duck was telling me about. Chikorita! Attack it!"
Chikorita leapt from his arms and fired a volley of leaves at the fox. The bladed foliage slashed through the underbrush, decapitating mushrooms, carving up the bark of a tree, and some even hit Vulpix!
"Bloody ripper of a shot!" Buzzster called, encouragingly.
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Post by Buzzster Hooperham on Jun 12, 2022 10:47:16 GMT 9
Zac brought up his map. It was a mess of squiggly lines that wove through the zone, tangling and untangling like knitted spaghetti. "Huh," he said, brows creasing. He'd been lost in the woods for almost an hour, and had only just stumbled upon a set of wooden signs.
The three signs shared a signpost, and each of them had one tapered end to help point the way to their promised destination. The lettering was big, bold. As if the person who had painted on the letters had been incredibly sure of their directions.
^ | ANTIGRAVITY PITFALL proclaimed the sign pointing directly upwards. Buzzster looked up, but all he saw was the afternoon sky, peeking through the crowded Autumn leaves.
<-- THE MIGHTY SNEELUS said the sign pointing left. Buzzster assumed that a Sneelus was some type of Pokemon. He only had his starter, so he wasn't too intent on some big battle just yet.
The last sign was attached right at the bottom of the sign, and it pointed straight down at the ground.
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Zac huffed out a breath, and was about to try his luck with the Sneelus when he spotted a fourth sign. This one was nailed to the outside of a hollow log. GREEM JUNCTION --> said the sign, pointing into the darkness of the log. "Now that's more like it!" said Zac, feeling a surge of relief. A junction usually meant traffic. People, stores, assistance.
He got on his hands and knees and crawled into the log in search of GREEM.
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