>>6061165>hey don't feel too bad. This one time, i had a business built up and then it got drone striked. It takes you a second to realize that the Merchant is referring to a mere 48 hours ago.
>nothing's for certain, it could always go wrong.He sings this last bit, and doesn't elaborate.
But breathing and focusing help you get to the task of repairing your shoes (6-5). Really, they're better than new. They've got extra adhesive around the seams, and so the soles shouldn't trip you up again. In fact, the shoes seem more than normal, as if they have a supernatural quality. You can almost imagine what it would be like to hear your mother say something about them being fantastical, possessing the quality of a wizard's spell. She might also relate that you could be trasported to any location with such shoes. The location being the object of the question 'where'? Yet that location could in fact be any such one of these 'wheres'. And that's she'd have to say in regards to such a topic.
Moving on.
The Merchant has gone off alone for a moment in the back of the truck.
The sentries are examining their gear and their loot, and marcie is looking out the rolling door window at a ghoul in a straw hat. The thing does not lok in, or reach towards any of you, but paces a few feet from the door in the baking sun, and could almost be taking a break from ghouling, if it were a job, and not a lifestyle. You could see yourself having coffee every morning and greeting this ghoul on the bus. You imagine that this ghoul might be the kind that drinks wine in the evenings. Cheap 4 dollar wine in a box, like a lonely social worker.
Perhaps you'd talk, asking the time, and this ghoul would want to have you over to tea, snd would go on about interior decorations, dried twigs in glazed vases on a shelf in the living room, a copy of the world Atlas, sitting on a glass top table would be water stained from a coffee cup. And you'd be worried about damaging this nice book, and then the ghoul would start scratching at the paint on the walls, and glowering at you.
But did this happen, or did you dream it?
You feel lightheaded. The ghoul is looking around sideways now, and you lean into the ditry conrete, hard, and try to focus on what it might do next.
Your eyes and head hurt. You're sweating and light headed. Your vision is getting dim, despite the bright lights.
>yooouu aallriightt?A man in a mask is talking to you. He has
No eyes
His face is plastic and he has round places over his nose. Glass places.
He is a man with a question.
Are you alright?
[What is your decision?]
?[What is your response]?
[What does uncooked canned food do in the summer time for several years]
>are you alright mike?The room is upside down now. Somehow you are on the ceiling, and the floor has come with you.
You have 4 actions
You can accuse the fences, vomit, make the bed, repair the bushes, or go fishing.
[Your digits don't correspond to any concievable outcome, no matter what]
