>>19696934Classified.>>19696829Signs, for the most part, are stupid things and have little to no use aside from being used Trainer's Tip dispensers that..well, give you tips and such.
However, there is something about this signpost in particular that tickles your fancy, fancy of course being your dick. How old, crooked, and worn it is. The fact that its words are painted with blood is just an additional attribute. Serena notices this odd fascination as well, though she doesn't have a boner about it.
Turning from the sign to your party, you give the girls a nod, and they nod back. A silent pact to shut up until they meet someone or another signpost that tells them that they can talk again. To further encourage the discourage of speaking, the three of you literally zip your mouths up.
Mamoswine continues down the trail with your confirmation, making little to no noise as he makes his way through the path.
Everything is going smoothly until a group of hazardous little buggers pop up out of the ground. To make a bizarre comparison, they remind you much of the spike traps that the police use to stop fugitive vehicles.
About five pop up, a group of partially-adorable little cold spikes, a multi-person hazard enough to block the trail up ahead and give Mamoswine ice splinters for weeks.
They mouth their names, as most Pokemon do, but no actual sound comes from their lips (if they even have any, you can't really tell..).
Either way, you haven't seen these little buggers before, and they seem adamant on keeping you from proceeding. Perhaps you did make a wrong turn at Albuquerque.
A) Scan them! Science is amazing!
B) Trample them. Who cares about splinters and entry hazards?
C) Dismount and approach with caution.
