>>39899042
Places I say things (like imminent threads): https://twitter.com/Predhack

The story to now: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Re:%20Lizard%20EX%20Quest

Character sheet: http://pastebin.com/dLa1ayJX

Now while you guys vote I"m grabbing some cereal. Cuz showers take too long when they're warm and accommodating and will eat up most of the time you gave yourself before thread.

>>39899042
>>Actually those big fuzzy rats were good sized for eating
woot! Lizard quest!

>>39899042
>Head into the swamp, hunt what comes

Time for lizards!

>>39899042
>Actually those big fuzzy rats were good sized for eating

>>39899042

>Head into the swamp, hunt what comes

What could possibly go wrong?

>>39899042
>>Actually those big fuzzy rats were good sized for eating
Sup Lamb

>>39899042
>>Head into the swamp, hunt what comes

>>39899042
>Actually those big fuzzy rats were good sized for eating

Maybe we can find another spikey rat.

>>39899042
>our bird murder is actually having an adverse effect on the local ecology

>>39899042
>>Actually those big fuzzy rats were good sized for eating

>>39899042
>>Head into the swamp, hunt what comes
might find a new hunting ground for those bird assholes.

>>39899190
Oops?

>>39899308
You mean yay. Fuck birds. Fuck them forever.
>Jin is now the BBEG

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>39899042
That's a lot more responses than the first post usually gets... I think rats took the lead there.
>writing

>>39899190
Like within a mile of your house, yeah

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Those rats were rather large and would probably make a decent meal. ANd they owe you for that free ride you gave them a week or so ago. And if you happen to find something else or even birds, you can just eat those. It all works out

Following the smell you lead your sister into the swamp. The scent is fairly strong and it doesn't take you long to reach it. You remember how auntie always told you to relocate after quickly cleaning your kills so that other predators in the area didn't show up to take a shot at your food. In this case it turns out you're the secondary predator.

You find a trio of fuzzy bodies crouched around the remains of a couple of those nutria you were looking forward to. As you approach the fat grey bodies turn toward you. Ah, you remember these from your iguana days. Thieving rats they're called. There are certainly a lot of rats in the world. You check your brain for anything extra swimming around in there and find that they're called 'raccoons' not rats. That doesn't seem right but you can live with it.

The three raccoons in front of you start hissing and growling at you and your sister, jealously hovering over their kills. Two of them are normal sized raccoons, maybe a bit on the large side, but the one in the center is almost the size of your younger sister and much more dangerous looking besides. Considering your sister is now the normal size for a non-big lizard that's a big raccoon.

>Take two, let sis have one for her own little one to beat on in safety.
>Take the big one, it's probably the only threat to sis.
>Let sis take the big one, you'll keep the little ones off her.
>Ask sis what she wants.
>All for one. That's you. You're the one.
>Suggest letting them have their food, find something else
>other?

>>39899332
Give it a few years. Soon enough, the only thing flying through the skies of this world will be the heavens and the clouds. The rot of a million million dead birds will dam up the rivers and stain the earth red. Bird are evil, and their day of reckoning is upon them.

>>39899674
>>Take the big one, it's probably the only threat to sis.

>>39899674
>Take the big one, it's probably the only threat to sis.

>>39899674
>Take the big one, it's probably the only threat to sis.

>>39899674
>>Take the big one, it's probably the only threat to sis.

It's hivemind day!

>>39899674
>Ask sis what she wants.

>>39899674
>>Take the big one, it's probably the only threat to sis.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>39899674
Alrighty.
>writing
roll 3d100

Rolled 43, 37, 32 = 112 (3d100)

>>39899900
>Lamb rolled a die
PANIC!

Rolled 52, 6, 3 = 61 (3d100)

>>39899900

Rolled 72, 24, 27 = 123 (3d100)

>>39899900
FOR MOTHER!

>>39899900
>>39899900
74 37 32
Yeah that's something.

>>39899945
HQQ was yesterday. Our mother wanted us to eat dinner

>>39899945

Not in this quest, apparently.

Though your first roll was good so...

By the way, I'd like to consider a theory with you all. A theory about improbability.

It is very rare to be a lizard of sun magic, this is one of the ""special"" magic types people usually don't have. Now, this said, lets go into the fact that it is also incredibly rare to have our level of mana capacity, being able to store more mana than we are physically capable of supporting without horrifically dying.

These are both two pretty impressive coincidences, which brings me to my third point.

We are a reincarnate, someone whose memory has survived the ""Factory reset"" process that most creatures undergo after death. The chance of this happening is extraordinarily low, this probability, being as low as it is, actually makes way for other lesser or equally improbable events to occur, as you've already made it well into the realm of near fantasy at this point. This means we may have all sorts of weird shit happen to us during our travels purely because the chance of us existing as we do is so utterly improbable as is.

>>39900156
Now, with us being so improbable we should try to create an improbability drive, to magnify our improbabilityness, this might bring us into becoming god, which is completely improbable.

>>39899977
"I'll take the big one you can have the littl-"

Your sister doesn't wait for you to finish and apparently disagrees with your call as she rushes the biggest raccoon. She swings a stick you failed to notice she picked up at some point and manages to graze its china with a powerful upswing, forcing it back. She follows and you see the little, relatively, raccoons turn to leap on her back.

She may have gotten the targets you intended wrong but that means you'll have to switch with her until you can get everyone pointed at the right prey again. You sweep forward, more sluggishly than you expected and pin the first raccoon. You tail sweeps out to catch the other and toss it away into the bush.

You cast an eye to your sister and see that the large raccoon has grabbed the other end of her stick and they're now using it to try and unsettle each other while they exchange snaps of their jaws. Your sister is taking this slightly worse and is nearly pinned by the stick with the weight of the raccoon on her, and she has a few light bites on her face.

Bending down you decide to end this raccoon quickly and reach out to bite it when something furry and angry lands on your head and starts scrabbling at your face. Before you manage to get your eyes closed a mammalian finger pokes you in one and you rear up reflexively. Immediately the raccoon under you joins what you assume is his friend and jumping onto your face.

>Focus on your raccoons, sis is clever. She can pull this one out
>Blindly charge the big raccoon
>The way you see this they've just given you ammunition.
>Other?

>>39900156
But you are horrifically dying. You just managed to treat it before your body decided it was actually a small sun and self immolated

>>39900168
But you already did that.

>>39900214
>The way you see this they've just given you ammunition.

>>39900214
>The way you see this they've just given you ammunition.

>>39900214
>The way you see this they've just given you ammunition.

>>39900214
>>The way you see this they've just given you ammunition.

>>39900156
I'm sure there's a fallacy in there somewhere, but I don't care because I like the idea of Sunny having a retardedly huge mana capacity just because her brain isn't wired right to vent mana properly and instead acts like a vacuum.

>>39900214
Weapon loaded
roll 3d100

Rolled 87, 6, 88 = 181 (3d100)

>>39900378
Shine Sunniva!

Rolled 78, 58, 49 = 185 (3d100)

>>39900378
Blood for the blood god!

>>39900156
Nah. We only have the mana capacity because we stretched our body to the limits - and were in the process of stretching it /beyond/ the limits, resulting in fried lizard.

We got sun affinity because we're SUPER BASKING LIZARD.

Rolled 98, 46 = 144 (2d100)

>>39900378

Rolled 63, 41, 45 = 149 (3d100)

>>39900378

>>39900462
You fucker! You just had to roll a 2d100 instead of a 3d100 didn't you!

>>39900462
I'm in a generous mood to everyone but my cat today. If this anon wants to roll his last d100 I will accept the roll. But if some other anon decides to roll it for him and we get more than a single 1d100 roll, then I'll just take the 3d100 that came after his fuckup

>>39900462
Please anon you are our only hope!

>>39900514
Anon is busy bringing shame to his ancestors. I'll roll for him.

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>39900645

I... I... I will commit sudoku now.

Whatever I'm writing

>>39900711
Claws sink into raccoons as you chose the perfect moment to pry them off of you, avoiding anymore claws in your eyes. Your sister is still struggling under the raccoon though so you first thing that comes to hand at it. Which is a raccoon since you claw was already occupied with it.

Raccoons, it turns out, make very poor throwing weapons. Your throw goes wide of your target and fails to do more than let it know you're still in the fight. You cock your fist back and let go with the other raccoon to find it has clamped its teeth down on your fingers. YOu flail you hand around wildly and the raccoon comes loose. A quick inspection finds that the raccoons teeth weren't sharp enough to go through your scales. Still hurts though, stupid raccoon.

Your sister has worked her way free of the pin she was in but at the cost of her stick, which is now in the big raccoon's mitts. She looks a bit winded but still angry and violent. You see your two new raccoon friends running back toward you for round two.

>Suggset switching now that she's lost her stick
>She can have the big one you need to learn these little ones a thing or three
>LIZARD RAGE: SET GLOW TO MAXIMUM OVERLIGHT
>You really REALLY want to make that hit someone with someone else thing work. And those two little guys keep volunteering. BATTER UP
>other?

>>39900935
>>She can have the big one you need to learn these little ones a thing or three
>

>>39900935
>LIZARD RAGE: SET GLOW TO MAXIMUM OVERLIGHT

BURN WITH THE FORCE OF AN EXPLODING STAR!

>>39900974
>She can have the big one you need to learn these little ones a thing or three
>>LIZARD RAGE: SET GLOW TO MAXIMUM OVERLIGHT

>>39900935
>>She can have the big one you need to learn these little ones a thing or three
>LIZARD RAGE: SET GLOW TO MAXIMUM OVERLIGHT

>>39900935
Roll 3d100

Rolled 76, 41, 21 = 138 (3d100)

>>39901082
HWG

Rolled 61, 28, 88 = 177 (3d100)

Rolled 55, 83, 86 = 224 (3d100)

>>39901082
kay

Rolled 41, 49, 92 = 182 (3d100)

>>39901082

Rolled 69, 64, 27 = 160 (3d100)

>>39901082
'aight

>>39901082
76 83 86
>writing

>>39901204
>86
88 you mean right?
>>39901112
this guy rolled an 88 for his third roll

>>39901298
That's right, we need to explode 2% harder!

>>39899062
>Actually those big fuzzy rats were good sized for eating

>>39901417
You are so fucking late.

>>39901435
i regret nothing!
>>39900935
>She can have the big one you need to learn these little ones a thing or three

>>39901500
Still late, we already voted and rolled.

Victory is mine!

>>39901298
You screech at the night in, to non-lizards, is an angry tone. The raccoons stop and look at you in fear for a moment. To lizards you were yelling "Don't look at me if you like your eyes!"

Light floods out of you like water through floodgates as you crank your glow up past what you've determined to be sustainable. You hear a chorus of angry raccoon noises as they're blinded by your magnificence. Then you're upon the tiny bastards.

You grab them by their tails and pick them up and swing them to smash into the ground like a bag of dead cats. You think. You don't have a lot of experience with bags of cat corpses. Halfway through your swing though the raccoons turn projectile and fly off into the swamp. Glistening beads of red blood drifting after them. You stare after them in confusion for a moment, wondering what just happened.

Then you hear a choking gasp behind you. You turn to find your sister has mounted the big raccoon and is choking it with the assistance of the stick. The raccoon claws at the stick and thrashes but isn't able to unseat the lizard on his back. Over the next minute you watch the raccoon slow down and finally stop before your sister cranks its neck with the stick snapping it loudly. Its neck, not the stick. That's a quality stick.

You sister looks up and then blinks at you.

"What are you holding?" she asks.

You examine you hands and find them still clenched around a pair of tubes of fur covered skin. They look like the tails of the raccoons that you just threw unintentionally. That kinda explains the howls of pain from the swamp.

>EW. Drop the tail skins
>I wonder if we could make something out of these...
>Nom?
>Anything to say/ask sis? <specify>
>Other?

LIZARD GLOW ON COOLDOWN: TIME TO RECHARGE CAN BEGIN 10 HOURS

>>39901298
>>39901336
That roll wasn't even for exploding. There wasn't a roll for exploding. There was a roll for effectiveness

>>39901554
>I wonder if we could make something out of these...

>>39901554
>I wonder if we could make something out of these...
>clean big coon, and take home

>>39901554
>I wonder if we could make something out of these...
So sis why the big one if I may ask? Also do you feel better?

>>39901554

>I wonder if we could make something out of these...
>Feel better now, champ?

>>39901554
>I wonder if we could make something out of these...
>Anything to say/ask sis? <feeling any better?>

>hat roll wasn't even for exploding. There wasn't a roll for exploding. There was a roll for effectiveness
Lamb, our little lizard is like a bomb, when you're unsure, assume it's going to explode.

We really need to work on using magic right, and create our own spells. I want to throw suns at enemies, spirit bomb style.

>>39901554
We'll find a use for them. Are you done choking things to death?
>writing
roll 1d100

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>39901745

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>39901745
for the lizard bomb

Rolled 56 (1d0000000000000000000000000000000100)

>>39901745

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>39901745

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>39901745
Luck, if you ever were a lady to begin with, then luck be a lady with me.

>>39901788
>(1d0000000000000000000000000000000100)
wat

>>39901788
...huh. That's a new one.

>>39901745
You try and push some of the mana in your pool into a tiny sun spell to light the area and growl in frustration as it unravels as the amount fails to stablize. You at least know what went wrong this time though. You keep accidentally spilling extra mana in at the wrong spots since you can't really isolate the mana for casting and the stuff that just sits in your pool. Casting is much easier when you have more recently vented mana.

"Are you feelings better?" you ask your sister, ignoring her questioning expression as to why a tiny little puff of flame appeared and disappeared by your right superior temporal fenestra.

She ponders your question for a moment before turning around and smashing the big raccoons skull with her stick with one last whack. Placidly she returns to you and nods. "Yes."

Shrugging you start cleaning the raccoon. You hand sis the teeth, since she killed it. You're rather annoyed your victims escaped, though by the howling and growling you hear in the darkness of the swamp they didn't fly too far and they aren't moving anywhere quickly.

"Why did you takes the big one?" you ask as you work.

"Why did you wants it?" she shoots back.

"Because it was the only one big enough to really gives you any trouble," you answer honestly.

"That's why," she nods.

"That doesn't seem particularly smart."

"You're the last sibling allowed to say that," she tells you.

"Din."

"Second to last sibling allowed to say that," she corrects herself without missing a step.

You both giggle at that and she helps you finish cleaning the raccoon.

"That's a really good stick," you comment.

"Mom made it. She broke it off a tree the rest of us couldn't even bend. She says it's super hard, but we need to get one of the Mixers to give me some stuff to make it stay good," Min tells you, looking at the stick fondly.

"Mom made it? I didn't see it at the house..."

"It was leaning against the window," she tells you, "I didn't hide it."
[1/2]

>>39902054

Huh. You may need to pay more attention. You finish cleaning the raccoon and let your sister wrap it up in some thready plants she uprooted from nearby. The raccoon tail flesh socks draw your attention again and you ponder what to do with them.

>Want to stick these on the ends of your stick? It'd look cool.
>Maybe... META-IGUANA IDEA: NUNCHUCKS
>Or something else? <specify>
>Time to head home
>Track down those raccoons, they just won't shut up
>More hunting. Give some of your and Min's cuts time to seal up so mom doesn't yell at you. Or talk to you in her normal speaking voice, both those things suck.
>Try to magic up another tiny sun for light, your glow won't turn back on after you did the flash thing
>Other?

>>39902069
>Maybe... META-IGUANA IDEA: NUNCHUCKS
>Track down those raccoons, they just won't shut up
>More hunting. Give some of your and Min's cuts time to seal up so mom doesn't yell at you. Or talk to you in her normal speaking voice, both those things suck

>>39902069
>>Maybe... META-IGUANA IDEA: NUNCHUCKS

>>39902069
>>Maybe... META-IGUANA IDEA: NUNCHUCKS
at first I thought the idea of fluffy nunchucks would be useless, then the image of a nunchuck wielding lizard entered my mind and now I'm all for it

also
>Try to magic up another tiny sun for light, your glow won't turn back on after you did the flash thing
>Track down those raccoons, they just won't shut up

>>39902069
Let's grab those screeching babies.
>writing

>>39902242

The first place my brain went with the meta idea was Kung Pow. "I need gopherchucks!"

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>>39902242
If mom knows where to get really really hard wood you could probably stick some of that in these raccoon tail things and then tie them together. You vaguely recall a weapon like that in the lightbox when you were an iguana. It looked really cool til someone punched the elf using them in the face. You'll have to avoid getting punched in the face. Seems simple enough.

You pick up the big raccoon's remains and send your sis off toward one of the growling noises in the bush while you go to the other. The raccoon is pretty easy to find. It sits in the bush staring at you with wild eyes, biting the bony cartilaginous remains of its tail. Ah, wow that must hurt like the three headed devil. You have never quite hurt enough that you wanted to gnaw a limb off.

It doesn't take long to finish the poor thing off. You kinda feel bad. Killing things is one thing. Hurting them and leaving them to suffer is entirely another, less desirable thing. You hear the other raccoon stop shortly after yours so you assume your sister found it. Throwing this one on the pile you meet your sister halfway, okay three-quarters of the way but you have long legs, and collect the other.

The walk home is largely uneventful. You're pretty sure most large predators that are capable of lizard hunting avoid going anywhere near your house for obvious 20 meters of hungry reasons. As you get close to home your sister is distracted by the light atht the morning lizard takes away every night. He apparently came by after you left and set it up.

"What is this?" she asks looking at the paper light.

"A lantern?"

"How does it float?" she asks.

That strikes you as an odd question. It obviously doesn't float, it's held up by that string. Then she tugs on the string and you world goes end over end as the little paper lantern dips in the air then floats back up until the string stops. HOW DOES IT DO THAT?
[1/2]

>>39902542
[2/2]
"I don't knows," you say wonderingly, joining your sister in staring at, and occasionally tweaking, the lantern, "I guess we'd have to asks the lizard that takes them in the morning."

"You've seen this before?"

You nod and tell her about the morning lizard who shows up around dawn to take the lanterns. Min seems keen to meet him and claims she intends to wake up earlier so she can meet him. You have your doubts about that. You've never seen anyone in your family wake up that early unless they absolutely had to.

"ARE YOU GOING TO SIT OUT THERE ALL NIGHT PLAYING WITH THE LANTERN OR ARE YOU GOING TO COME INSIDE," Mom asks from the house. Her mom powers somehow deducing that you'd returned. Or possibly she heard you talking. You head inside and find the family is still tossing bits of meat onto the grill, though most of them are being eaten by mom. You're still in time for dinner. You spend the rest of the night before sleeping telling them about the raccoon, and the lantern. Your other siblings apparently didn't notice it and have to leave to take turns tugging on the string and making terrified noises as their world is upended. Mom doesn't know how it works either but the lantern lizard apparently makes all sorts of weird things so no one really questions it. They just pay him to put up and down the lanterns.

The next morning dawns and you wake up feeling alive and ready to go. Much better than last night. You felt terrible last night compared to this. You stretch and warm yourself in the first weak rays of light and get ready to exit for a morning bask.

>Wake up sis, lantern lizard will be here soon
>Auntie is home, wake her up and ask about fishman fighting
>Go outside and enjoy raccoon breakfast and basking til the rest wake up
>Other?

>>39902559
>>Wake up sis, lantern lizard will be here soon

>>39902559

>Wake up sis, lantern lizard will be here soon
Then
>Go outside and enjoy raccoon breakfast and basking til the rest wake up

>>39902559

>Wake up sis, lantern lizard will be here soon

>>39902559
>>Wake up sis, lantern lizard will be here soon
then
>Auntie is home, wake her up and ask about fishman fighting

>>39902559
>>Wake up sis, lantern lizard will be here soon
>Go outside and enjoy raccoon breakfast and basking til the rest wake up

>>39902559
>Wake up sis, lantern lizard will be here soon
let her know the wrath of the morning person.

>>39902559
We're burning daylight, time to get up.
>writing

>>39902696
You look at the massive pile of scales that is your family. You're not warm anymore so they neither pile on you or avoid you. Instead mom is a popular target for the nightly pile. You take a moment and managed to find Min. You then waste five minutes trying to wake her gently before you just yank her out of the pile and throw her out the window. You hear her splat in the mud outside followed by distressed lizard noises. You follow her out and hear mom say something about using the door. She still looks asleep and assume she's just sleep talking.

Min gives you a cold look as you tiptoe through the mud outside. Your old rock is sadly too small for a proper bask now, you'll need to find a new spot. That can wait until you get your sister distracted with the lantern lizard. You sit with her in the dawning sun for a while, ignoring her complaints that you could have woken her more gently and enjoy the morning sun. You feel better than ever and use the opportunity to vent mana. You naturally accrue less mana when sleeping so you're empty by the time the lantern lizard crawls up to the lantern and starts breaking it down. Your sister is upon him before he knows what's happening.

"How does that float?" she asks. You smack your head with exasperation and intervene.

"Hello, this is my sister Min," you say, introducing her. "Min this is..." You blank out and realize you don't think you've been introduced to him properly.

"I am Kota," he says, amused, "And you are?"

"Ah, I'm Sunniva," you tell him.

"How does that float?" Min asks again, apparently ignoring your interruption.
[1/2]

>>39903022
[2/2]
"The lantern? There is a fire," Kota answers, showing her the small tin of something brown that he extinguished, "This burns and makes hot."

"Ah," Min says excitedly, "And hot goes up!"

"Yes," he answers, equally enthused, "So it fills the top with hot and it goes up."

You're pretty sure hot comes down from the sun but you're not going to argue with them. Min sees your expression anyway and starts reminding you of places where you saw that hot goes up and you're forced to accept she's correct. The two of them then get back to their conversation and quickly leave you behind as they talk about making things. Apparently Min notices things about things that you didn't even think to question.

>Try to follow along
>There's sounds in the house, maybe Auntie is up
>Breakfast time
>Other?

>>39903040
>There's sounds in the house, maybe Auntie is up
Killing fishes. Also we got a tinker sister!

>>39903040
>Try to follow along
might give us ideas for later.

>>39903040
>Try to follow along

>>39903040
Listen to the wordy lizards
>writing

>>39903040
By god, we could be a hot air balloon!

>>39903257
This is it! This is how we shall turn our gaze skyward and declare war on birds in there home domain!

>>39903361
while we shine like... no, AS a second burning sun

>>39903242
The conversation quickly outstrips what you know about the subject. Apparently Min has looked into some stuff herself and you're just behind on vocabulary for some technical terms. You do learn about a bunch of materials they use in making things. Apparently the black stuff in the lantern comes out of the ground in some parts of the swamp. Kota collects it and uses it for stuff. It's really flammable but hard to gather. And it only appears in areas where the bad air is.

Auntie has mentioned bad air in the swamp. It tends to make lizards dizzy and you need to get out of it quickly or it'll knock you out. Kota spends a lot of time trying to make things to avoid the bad air. Though he still spends a lot of time knocked out.

After about a half hour the two talky lizards slip off to finish gathering lanterns and you're left in a daze. You head back into the house and peck at food. You ate last night and didn't do mcuh after so you're not particularly hungry. YOu're annoyed to find out Auntie snuck out while you were talking.

You listen as the family discusses their plans. Shun is apparently planning a trip up to the furnace place and is taking Din to keep him out of trouble. Din objects he doesn't need watching but agrees to go all the same. He ignores you completely. Koma doesn't say anything about her plans since she's still sleeping but Dad intends to drop her off at the healer before going to work with Jho. Jho apparently gets tutoring from dad when dad isn't busy.
[1/2]

>>39903452

"I'M HUNGRY," mom says sleepily when she finally wakes up. Everyone in the room freezes for a moment as a primal fear creeps up their spine at a large predator declaring their desire for food. After a moment though you all return to normal and Mom declares, quietly, her intention to hit the beach.

You ask again about the sahaguin but are reminded only Kuru and Auntie knew where the main fighting is. Mom invites you to the beach, since occasionally a fishman makes the mistake of coming this far into lizard territory. Othre than that she mentions all the places you could visit nearby.

>Go to the beach with Mom. There's crab and seagull even if a sahaguin refuses to show up.
>There's a mountain out back to the west of here. Maybe there's something cool up there. Certainly here plenty of noises up there
>Shun mentioned a hole he found out in the swamp but didn't explore. He said it was "weird"
>Other?

Last post for the night. I'll use the vote for next OP. Whenever that is. I don't know my schedule past Tuesday. Stay tuned to the twitter for info.

>>39903399
Sacrilege

>>39903483
>>Shun mentioned a hole he found out in the swamp but didn't explore. He said it was "weird"
Never not go to the weird glory hole!

>>39903483
>Go to the beach with Mom. There's crab and seagull even if a sahaguin refuses to show up.

>>39903483
>Shun mentioned a hole he found out in the swamp but didn't explore. He said it was "weird"

>>39903483
>Go to the beach with Mom. There's crab and seagull even if a sahaguin refuses to show up.
you know we never really have hung out with mom since we found her.

>>39903483
>Go to the beach with Mom. There's crab and seagull even if a sahaguin refuses to show up.

Cmon guys we can get some crab of our own!

>>39903483
Beach takes it. I've gotta run now. I'll be around again later tonight if anyone has any questions.
Thanks for coming!

>>39903780
Well thanks for running. Beach Thursday?

>>39903483
>Shun mentioned a hole he found out in the swamp but didn't explore. He said it was "weird"
Strange hole?
Get in that shit!

>>39904526
>Shun finding a strange hole
I see Shun has taken an interest in woman.

>>39903818
Definite maybe. Depends on work. Running at the usual time is damn near impossible as my sleep schedule slowly syncs with China time