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discedo_logs2010-05-30 08:08 pm
kongeriget) wrote in discedo_logs2010-05-30 08:08 pm
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You have died of Dysentery...
Who: Anyone on the camping trip
Where: THE WIDE PRAIRIE—that is, the campsite, day one.
When: This very evening!
Rating: ... Uhhhh. Let's go with PG?
Summary: The camping trip has reached the evening's resting point. Nothing like roasting Chocobo under the stars, right? Right? Also, there's beer and America thinks it's the westward expansion. This will probably not end well.
the log:
Let me paint the scene. The grass is scrubby, knee-to-waist high. Higher if you're a short person. The sun has set and the moons have risen, one of them close to full. Stars fill the sky. No one has any tents, but an area's been cleared out all the same, grass pulled up to make a safe area for a campfire.
The bloody corpse of that Chocobo Eater over there serves as something like a natural barrier. At least, the smell should keep monsters away. Maybe. Back to the campfire! A dead chocobo has been chopped up and is roasting in bits over the fire, and stones have been found to make a couple of seats. Tarps and sleeping bags have been laid out, and packs and weapons are huddled in a corner over there.
The night is warm, with a pleasant breeze. It's actually kind of nice. And most of the group, it can be assumed, is sitting around the fire, relaxing their feet after a long day's walking.
Mingle, folks! Mingle! Build CR! Break fourth walls! Die of dysentery!
Where: THE WIDE PRAIRIE—that is, the campsite, day one.
When: This very evening!
Rating: ... Uhhhh. Let's go with PG?
Summary: The camping trip has reached the evening's resting point. Nothing like roasting Chocobo under the stars, right? Right? Also, there's beer and America thinks it's the westward expansion. This will probably not end well.
the log:
Let me paint the scene. The grass is scrubby, knee-to-waist high. Higher if you're a short person. The sun has set and the moons have risen, one of them close to full. Stars fill the sky. No one has any tents, but an area's been cleared out all the same, grass pulled up to make a safe area for a campfire.
The bloody corpse of that Chocobo Eater over there serves as something like a natural barrier. At least, the smell should keep monsters away. Maybe. Back to the campfire! A dead chocobo has been chopped up and is roasting in bits over the fire, and stones have been found to make a couple of seats. Tarps and sleeping bags have been laid out, and packs and weapons are huddled in a corner over there.
The night is warm, with a pleasant breeze. It's actually kind of nice. And most of the group, it can be assumed, is sitting around the fire, relaxing their feet after a long day's walking.
Mingle, folks! Mingle! Build CR! Break fourth walls! Die of dysentery!