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Rolled 18, 1 = 19 (2d20)
Before getting back to camp you head for higher ground, where the trees are sparser.
By day this place will get moar sun, so's no Gobby cubbies here; it being a chore to climb with nothing to eat or ræp on top will also keeps looky-loos away.
Just to be safe you get Moar Oww out to help you scout.
<span class="mu-i">• None living moving in these woods. • </span> he says, after making a short round.
You get out Wagon to shift some rocks together for a backing and build Seafood's shrine.
Pretty simple: you draw with paint and tailor's wax on a wood plank what Seafood <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i">feels</span></span> like to you: big jaggy killies, and a biggy fire everwhere, and a <span class="mu-r">Sord Klowd</span>.
Then you light up a bunch of candles on old bottles, and a nice roll-up on a piece of bark with some Greeny giblets on, and you get to prayen.
"<span class="mu-r">Oooo Seafoods, oooo Sweetfudds, yer roit Bosser Bosser, killykilly krumpykrunchy, shamwow be yer name. Plz gives uz diz day arr daily zappies...</span>"
You keep at it until Time and a half, when yer Trinkkittz feel heavier. To disguise the shrine you have wagon heap moar rocks on until it's buried without being rekt. Best you could do.
Next, Gui Li. You've started feeling her lurking again. Haven't seen her, but you know the feel. She wants her dues.
The last Marital Home got rekt from you whoopen her azz, so you build a new one, longer in the front, since you're going to put the spiffy shitty spear - your Good Bad-Gift - on it as an offering. a biggy wifey plank for a base, boxform structure, stereotypical triangle roof wivva chimney, and in the "courtyard", two Y sticks for a weapon stand.
The spear goes on the two Ys and topples, so you add a third, and make the other two larger. When it's balanced you set out the Oaf Dishies n say the fing.
This is the quickest youve ever seen her appear; you don't even have time to get bored. The mutual feeding happens quickly; she wants to get practicing with her new <span class="mu-r">toyyyyy</span>
Nope: you exploit her impatience to have many many Ceremonies in a row, enough to last a couple weeks. She slavers, unable to understand why you keep calling her back, unable to disobey her own urge finish it quick so she can go <span class="mu-r">playyyyy</span>.
>Yerr we'll see bart dat
>Mma wear ya like a hat
>bich
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You pick out where the Foit Pits are and navigate with those as landmarks, sauntering into the Gobby part of the sprawl.
Where your pit and tent had been is now a junk and poopy hole. Tent's gone, no use looking.
You need a new hovel.
You pick one nearby, two Gobbos inside, two outside squabbling over a lizzid onna stikk.
"<span class="mu-r">Nice place. I'll take it.</span>"
They weren't smart enough to immediately fuggorf when you arsked noice, so you gibbem, make them squee. They die bad.
You go in and flop on the snuggly pile, munching yer noice toasty lizzid onna stikk, and go zzz.
When you wake up your free Droogz are lounging at the door.
You kit them, let em eat yer killz, n wait for sumn ta happn.
