Examine Notebooks
Examine Notebooks
>Read the journals
You browse through them, only finding a few good pages here and there, sometimes mentioning a secret or two, others about this guy she likes. Mostly it's just shitty fanfiction about her favorite characters and shipping. The writing is utterly atrocious.
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You captchalogue them into your JENGA MODUS. They're not really that important of an item, so the card rests nice and cozy right on top.
>Acquire blunderbuss
That's the one thing you cannot do. She wouldn't notice a few missing journals, but that big-ass weapon in the corner? If it were to dissapear, she'd go ballistic batshit on you in a second. It's better left unused.
>Open chest
Now that, you can do. What better way to tell a sibling you love them than going through their belongings? Let's see what sweet loot you can find...
...If you can navigate your way through these stuffed little bastards...
Waitaminute.....waitaminute....WAITAMINUTE.....Thi s is your stuff! You thought every last one of these items had gone missing in the past few months! That sneaky little bitch, hoarding your awesome gear all to herself. This has definitely weakened your family as a whole. You, Sis....
...And Lil' Izzy.
>capthalogue Lil' Izzy
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>captchalogue Lil' Izzy
Why the hell not? At least it stopped her barking. You know you'll have to let her out eventually....but you're too pissed at the moment to really care. You also captchalogue the BAG OF HOT TAMALES, your vintage DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS SET, and your classic FOREIGNER CD. With your possessions rightfully yours once more, you feel much happier.
>Allocate Strife Specibus
You equip the PLASTIC SWORD as your main form of strifing. Man, this thing brings back a helluva lot of childhood memories. Practically got you into epic fantasy in the first place.
>Look out window
Maybe there's something interesting on your front lawn.
Lawn: Be zero-scaped.
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He's almost dirt broke, buying an awesome vinyl would leave him penniless, just like with all the other junk he's purchased.
>Lawn: Be covered in tacky lawn ornaments
No good goddamn lousy flamingos, they are the bane of your existence. The lawn gnomes are cool though. The little fellas don't really bother you.
Oh look, the little red flappy thing is up.
> Retrive mail, as it is most likely that SBURB disc that ST spoke of.
This is not a signature.
>Equip anti-flamingo defensive items
> Retrieve mail, as it is most likely that SBURB disc that ST spoke of.
You'd like to do that, but you really don't feel like going through your entire house just to get to the front lawn. Seems like one big chore.
Jump out the window. It's much faster.
A BRILLIANT idea just hit you! What's the harm that could come from leaping out of a two story building?
Apparently, this was a terrible idea.
You land on the supposed lush grass below with a slam. It is not lush. It is not fertile. It is painful. And you didn't even hit one of the flamingos, you had hoped you would have taken out one of the bastards. Unfortunately, while you cringe in pain at your possible broken ribs, a shadow comes over you...
Cripes, it's this degenerate.
....What was his name?
>Gerald Apeshire
> Bernard Clidestopp
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> Ace Sawdick
This is not a signature.
>Gerald Apeshire
You...suppose that's his name. He doesn't really talk a lot. You see him wandering around your neighborhood sometimes, and in all honesty, it's kinda creepy. Why he decided to come bother you right after falling a two story drop is a mystery. What? he came to help you? Nopers. He's just...standing there.
Okay, this guy needs to seriously get out of your way.
> Show him your stabs, that'll teach him to block your way to mailbox with red flappy-arm-dealy thing up.
This is not a signature.