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super sweet best pal posted:3C
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2C Not that I expect it to get anywhere.
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1D I mean, gotta have a limit at some point and this seems like a good place to develop some of those skills.
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May 3, 2018 17:49
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May 3, 2018 18:04
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AJ_Impy posted:Have you seen people like me before? Have you travelled to where I might be from? Jub looks you over carefully, taking time to scrutinize your features in the firelight. He thinks for a moment before simply saying “I have not.”
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May 3, 2018 18:05
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2D What is an Axebeak?
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AbysmalPeptoBismol posted:What is an Axebeak? “A large bird, tall as a man. They eat leaves from what I hear from Bah Te’. Apparently they do not like to be surprised.”
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Telsa Cola posted:“A large bird, tall as a man. They eat leaves from what I hear from Bah Te’. Apparently they do not like to be surprised.” Cassoary. We're on the northeast coast of Australia. We need to leave, right now.
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Outrail posted:Cassoary. We're on the northeast coast of Australia. We need to leave, right now. I just realised, we're the white kid in far cry 3...
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super sweet best pal posted:3C Agreed
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dont be mean to me posted:2C I'll throw my vote uselessly behind this one!
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May 4, 2018 18:07
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Current Vote Count 6 votes for option 1 4 votes for option 3 3 votes for option 2 11 votes for Choice C 2 votes for Choice D Vote ends tonight at 10:00.
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May 5, 2018 01:13
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May 5, 2018 01:22
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1C "What are the shells you hammered on going to be used for?"
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John_A_Tallon posted:1C His eyes light up a little bit when you ask. “They are for finding stones and animals, and to repay a debt.” His eyes dim and he looks down at his stained clothes and mumbles something about careless fools not needing any help. Telsa Cola fucked around with this message at 01:48 on May 5, 2018 |
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Telsa Cola posted:His eyes light up a little bit when you ask. "Pretend I'm a seven year old stranger who washed up in your village and doesn't have any contextual information for pseudomagical divination or the social mechanisms of shell dynamics. What the gently caress are you babbling about old man?"
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Outrail posted:"Pretend I'm a seven year old stranger who washed up in your village and doesn't have any contextual information for pseudomagical divination or the social mechanisms of shell dynamics. What the gently caress are you babbling about old man?" You press Jub further on the matter, insisting that he is not making any sense and ask for some clarity. He frowns slightly and says "The shells are used for Wayfaring. I will not say more, the lessons will show you the rest." Tell me about where we came from, mother. In the beginning there was the First.  The first walked the world alone, hunting the Elder Animals and harvesting the bounty of the earth. After a time, however, the hunting of the animals of the land offered the First no further enjoyment. The ripe fruits of the land were like ash in his mouth. The First was lonely. So the First decided to create a companion. The First set out, searching for the treasures of the land. After many trials and many winters of searching the First sat down with his prizes and began to create his companion. Using the furs of the Elder Animals he gave her the softest skin and finest hair. From the Wind's stolen song he gave her the sweetest voice. With the stolen treasures of the earth she was given eyes of crystal. When the First finished his work and looked at his companion he was pleased.  This as you know, was the Second. The Second breathed new life into the First and together they roamed the world. After a time they had a child, and this child was the first of the People. The First and the Second found they were happy with the child and created many many more. Gathered into the First Tribe and under the guidance of the First and Second the People prospered and multiplied. The People liven in harmony with one another and as the land gifted us it's wondrous bounty, food grew and grazed within easy reach. The People were happy.  But the People's happiness would not last for long. The Elder Animals, jealous of the lives of the People and seeking vengeance against the First and Second for the many many hunts joined together and attacked the tribe. The First Tribe fought for many many days, but in the end the Elder Animals were victorious and scattered the People across the world. The smartest, fastest, and strongest of the people survived the following winters and it is them who formed the many many tribes of the world, including ours. As for the the First and Second, they were imprisoned in the Deep Below by the Elder Animals, far from the People's eyes and thoughts. And that little one, is how the People, and our tribe came to be. Now rest child, we have a long day tomorrow. Update will continue in the next post, apologies about the delay!
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You tell Jub that you feel well enough to accept his task, eager get some fresh air after being cooped up inside for a day. His only response is a soft snoring, it seems he fell asleep sitting up while waiting for your response. Sighing, you get up and grab a drink of water, mouth dry from your breakfast. By the time you finish drinking your fill the first rays of sunlight appear, making their way through the various gaps and holes in Jub's hut. Grabbing the four leather bags from the bedside you leave. You stop for a moment to take in your surroundings, breathing the strange and salty air.  To your immediate right is a group of four huts, a large fire pit is smoldering in the middle of the group and you can hear the first stirrings of motion within the huts as the residents begin waking. To your immediate left lies two huts, laid side by side, along with another fire pit. It appears the inhabitants of these huts have already risen and left. Then you notice the ocean.  It goes on and on and on, so large that you can not see the opposite shore. It is smooth and featureless, with exception of the odd crest and bump as a wave rolls in. You stare amazed at it. Finally after several minutes of gaping you shake off your amazement and move towards it, eager to get your task done. Closer to the water's edge you pass by an enormous fire pit, charred tree trunks still piled within it. Between it and the ocean is a large mound made entirely out of shell and animal bones, an enormous crab is perched on top. It stares at you as you move along.  Finally you reach the shoreline, the feeling of wet sand compressing under your feet is a strange sensation for you. Looking down you notice the indentations Jub told you about.  Many many, indentations. At least you wont have to hunt around for the them. Kneeling in the wet sand you get to work, sand flying as you try to catch the clams before they escape your reach. The first few attempts go poorly, the clams are faster then you expect and slip through your grasp. After the first few erroneous attempts you learn a further lesson when you grab a clam too firmly and the shell cracks and cuts your hand. The resulting small, yet painful cut teaches you a lesson about care and control. Things move along more smoothly after this, however, and you soon develop a makeshift rhythm to your digging. Time passes, clams are caught, and the sun continues to rise.  After what seems like hours you are almost finished with your task. Three of the four bags are full and you are working on finishing up the fourth. However you have run into a small problem, the tide came in slowly but surely while you have been working, surprising and soaking you more than once. You have already dug the remaining "dry" areas of the beach within the village boundaries and you are uncertain about where else you could find clams. Frustrated you look around and consider your options. What do you do? A: Stop working and take the three full bags to Jub. Tell him that you were unable to fill the fourth bag because of the tide. B: While working earlier, you noticed the indentations continue outside the village boundaries. At the time you thought it best to stay within the cleared area, now you just want to be done with it all. You go outside the village boundaries to get the last bag filled. If you work quickly you should be able to be finished fairly fast. C: You remember the pile of shells you passed while walking to the shoreline. You grab shells from the shell mound to fill the last bag. Hopefully the crab wont be an issue. D: Take more time and slowly work over the remaining dry areas,looking for spots you missed. E: Something else. Write in Vote will close Tuesday at 8 pm
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D. Be thorough.
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B, let's go exploring
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C Be bold, be brave!
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The crab is obviously the village's guardian. So D to be thorough, but give a few clams to the crab as we return as an offering.
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Jub didn't give us a warning about going too far, so B exploration it is!
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Outrail posted:Cassoary. We're on the northeast coast of Australia. We need to leave, right now. It is actually kind of interesting how Australia’s wildlife has been pretty crazy throughout history. The only other place that comes near in my opinion is South America, which makes sense I guess.
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B Let's brave the danger!
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May 7, 2018 02:24
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D Let's not be like Bah Te's youngest and stay away from the dangerous wildlife.
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Telsa Cola posted:It is actually kind of interesting how Australia’s wildlife has been pretty crazy throughout history. The only other place that comes near in my opinion is South America, which makes sense I guess. The real question here: Will we be responsible for creating the first-ever Chocobo racing circuit and casino? You have my attention, Axe Beak.
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Be bold.
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D Be careful
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Not Alex posted:Be bold. But before leave the full bags in the hut, don’t wanna risk losing them.
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Mr. Nemo posted:But before leave the full bags in the hut, don’t wanna risk losing them. Good idea! I second this amendment.
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Voting Ends in seven hours Current Vote Count D: 6 Votes B: 5 Votes C: 1 vote Its pretty close currently!
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