>Infected /tg/'s solo thread>Post got deleted 5 minutes laterLesson learned. Add some on-topic comment when you infect other boards.
>>5294552<span class="mu-s">Turn 3</span>
Diplomacy Roll: Critical Success [2] >>5296941
Critical: Let's make this nice and violentI had posted the wrong link for Draconis Infernum (Singaporean goblin metal).
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MfPWyZPlx9YSatisfied with your new home, you walk back to the north, through the tunnels, and reemerge to the surface. You made your best effort to catch food by yourself, but this is much too difficult. The humans have destroyed the jungle and covered the entire peninsula with their city. And now, food is scarce. They import food from foreign nations, but savage creatures and wild animals do not have this luxury. For the natives, theft is the only option left to obtain sustenance.
You walk around the neighborhood, waiting for an opportunity to steal something. The hunger makes you feel weak and irritated. People better not piss you off, or you might kill them and eat their blood. In Arab Street, you walk in front of <span class="mu-i">Aladdin's Jewels</span>. Yourself a trained jeweler, you appraise their items as being of substandard quality. In front of the store, you see a fat woman looking at her cellphone. Her fat calves are compressed inside flesh-colored compression stockings. This looks exactly like two fat, juicy sausages. You salivate as you imagine the taste of the tender meat grilled on a skewer.
<span class="mu-g">"Hey, lady! Nice phone you'ze got!"</span>
She screams and runs in the other direction. You are used to this time of reaction, so you shrug it off. You take a turn left, and walk into a very narrow street that's in front of the mosque. Here, you feel more comfortable. The floor is littered with trash. You chuckle, knowing the ignorant people who trashed the street could be fined any moment!
>>5294810 A man with a motorcycle helmet is looking on his cellphone. He's holding a Grab Food package, and seems to be searching for the delivery address on his cellphone.
<span class="mu-g">"Ayo! Dis baggy iz mine! Gif it to me, mothafucka!"</span>
The man lifts both his hand defensively in front of him, dropping the bag on the floor. With each step you make toward him, he makes a step back, until he bumps into his motorcycle. You grab the bag swiftly, and look what's inside: a huge burger, with cheese and caramelized onions, and fries covered with melted cheese. You eat the meal while you are walking toward Mr. Raashid's house.
