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>>5646219
Your consciousness drifts in and out. In as your body tries to sputter to life sensing danger, and out as the waves form a white noise that sings a lullaby to your fatigued mind. Your vision is still blurred, the wind knocked from your lungs as the stormy waters enveloped you, who knows how long ago now. You try to reconcile, to remember why you ended up in the storm, but the waves…

Oh, they sing, with such powerful voice.

You cannot hope to be a match for them. But perhaps… In another life…

———

“…apa! Papa! He’s awake! He’s-“

Your eyes flutter open, and then awake with a start. There’s a girl calling out the window, her flowing red hair from the outdoor breeze briefly reminds you of the waves, but you refocus. You do not know her, and thus, you are wary. But… Why?

She scoffs, turning to you. “He’s already off to work… Can’t he take a break just this once when something serious is happening?” She says under her breath, before grinning wide. “Either way… They all said you’d never wake up! You’re lucky I kept insisting. I even gave up my bed to give you a place to lay out! How’re ya feeling? You can thank me later. Where are you from? I’ve been all around the island but I’ve never seen anyone with a beach tan like that…”

You open your mouth to speak, multiple times to interject, each attempt thwarted by her voice continuing to affirm and ask questions that you’re not fully sure the answer to…

What should you say?

>”Guh… Would you save it for when my head isn’t killin’ me?” The way she sounds, you know she means well, but this isn’t what you need right now. You can’t recall the origin of these feelings, but you feel it’s right to assert yourself, even if it’s improper… [Gain dialogue trait: Punk]

>”Ah, so you’re my rescuer, then? I’m sorry for the trouble…” Your first instinct is to apologize. You’re unsure why, because the moment you do you realize you had nothing to apologize for, and yet that is what feels fairest… [Gain dialogue trait: Poet]

>>5646221
>”Ah, so you’re my rescuer, then? I’m sorry for the trouble…” Your first instinct is to apologize. You’re unsure why, because the moment you do you realize you had nothing to apologize for, and yet that is what feels fairest… [Gain dialogue trait: Poet]

>>5646221
>>”Guh… Would you save it for when my head isn’t killin’ me?” The way she sounds, you know she means well, but this isn’t what you need right now. You can’t recall the origin of these feelings, but you feel it’s right to assert yourself, even if it’s improper… [Gain dialogue trait: Punk]

>>5646240
>>5646276
Got a tie here for the first vote of the quest. I’ll wait 20 more minutes for anyone to break it, if no one shows, I’ll roll a dice.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>5646347
Alright. Rollan for our first trait. Will we be a kind introspective soul or a goldhearted impatient fool?
>1 - Gain punk
>2 - Gain poet

>>5646388
Poet it is. Writing!

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>>5646240
”Ah, so you’re my rescuer, then? I’m sorry for the trouble…” Your first instinct is to apologize. You’re unsure why, because the moment you do you realize you had nothing to apologize for, and yet that is what feels fairest…

>Gained dialogue trait: Poet. This trait allows you to dazzle with wise introspection and soft-spoken words.

“It was nothin’. Honest!” She beams. “I was watching the storm further out from shore, it’s always so pretty to see it from safety… And then I found you barely hanging on, so I called for father and the whole town came running-“

You continue frowning. You can make out that you’re alive, and you do feel grateful, but something feels missing. You can’t place it…

“Anyhow… My name’s Marin!” She speaks, after quickly detailing the town’s shocked reaction to your washing ashore. “What’s your name?”

You open your mouth to form it, but… It hangs. “I’m… Hrm, that is troubling…” You mutter, something about it is funny, as if it’ll only take a moment to recall, but even after an eternity you still fail to do so. Marin looks concerned. “I don’t remember…” You say, sadly. You remember nothing but stormwind and rolling waves, you can recall concepts, you understand language, you must be somewhat educated, but you cannot recall any history. Trying to do so brings you only dull pain. But that nature you grasped earlier, your response is to cling to it with even more force, trying to force a compassionate smile, this is a strange predicament but not a permanent one, right? Either way, Marin isn’t convinced.

“You hit your head on some driftwood on the way in? You sure you don’t need more sleep?”

Good question. You test your arms and legs, and they move just fine despite a little bit of soreness. You do realize something in the attempt, however.

“Where’s my clothes…?” You ponder. You’re only in some undershorts.

“Townsfolk had to check if you were wounded anywhere underneath. I washed ‘em last night, brought them in dry a little while ago after waking up. They’re in that drawer!” She says, pointing to a bureau on your right.

“Appreciated…” You nod.

“I’ll leave you to getting dressed, then. You hungry at all?”

You begin to mouth a “no, thank you” but a low growl emits from your stomach at the thought of food. Instead, you ask, “What do you have?”

“I ain’t a master chef but I can make an omelette good enough. Take it easy, alright, stranger?” Marin says with a small giggle before practically dashing out of the room, still careful to shut the door quietly rather than let it slam behind her.

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>>5646412
[2/2]

You slowly shuffle from under the sheets, and immediately feel a discomforting presence around your neck and shoulders. Your red hair, redder than Marin’s even, shags about. Your memory is still very fuzzy, and you’re trying to stay calm in spite of that for now seeing as it’s early, but you can remember that you definitely keep it tied back whenever possible.

Sure enough, alongside a set of leather clothes sits a duo of hairpins and a matching ornament.

You glimpse your face in the small mirror as you get dressed, Marin wasn’t joking about the tan. Your skin is quite a bit darker than hers. But more distressingly, there’s a visible scarring across your nose and cheeks. It doesn’t appear to be recent, but you can’t even recall where you received it. Now that you’re alone with the thought, it is troubling. Where are you from? Certainly not this place. Perhaps someone is going to rescue you, someone who can fill in the gaps? Or perhaps they’ll fill with time like you initially believed?

You tie your hair into a single braid down your back, securing it with the pins, and emerge from Marin’s room into the quaint house’s living area. Marin is already hard at work sparking a fire and cracking eggs, she doesn’t notice your emergence immediately, but she smiles as she does.

“Looks a lot nicer on you when it’s not sopping wet, stranger!” She laughs.

“Were there any other belongings you might’ve held onto?” You ask.

>”Well, I found a sword scabbard on your body, but the blade was missing. Wonder where…” Marin ponders. (Swordsman)

>”You had these heavy gauntlets. We left them behind on the beach carrying you back…” Marin winces. (Brawler)

>”A book in a weird language. The librarian called it “High-Lee-Ann”, and confiscated it for study…” Marin looks sorrowful. (Magician)

>>5646426
>”A book in a weird language. The librarian called it “High-Lee-Ann”, and confiscated it for study…” Marin looks sorrowful. (Magician)

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>>5646426
>”You had these heavy gauntlets. We left them behind on the beach carrying you back…” Marin winces. (Brawler)

>>5646426
>”A book in a weird language. The librarian called it “High-Lee-Ann”, and confiscated it for study…” Marin looks sorrowful. (Magician)

>>5646426
>”You had these heavy gauntlets. We left them behind on the beach carrying you back…” Marin winces. (Brawler)
If one knows how to use words, they must also know how to use fists.

>>5646426
>”A book in a weird language. The librarian called it “High-Lee-Ann”, and confiscated it for study…” Marin looks sorrowful. (Magician)

>”A book in a weird language. The librarian called it “High-Lee-Ann”, and confiscated it for study…” Marin looks sorrowful. (Magician)

MAGIC IS MIGHT

>>5646541
>>5646532
>>5646516
>>5646429
Magic wins the vote. (There will be the chance to train the other fighting styles much later, though)

Writing! This next one will be the final update for the day. I’ll return tomorrow morning, 9:30 AM MST. Thanks for playing.

>>5646548
Forgot the trip

>>5646429
>>5646516
>>5646532
>>5646541

”A book in a weird language. The librarian called it “High-Lee-Ann”, and confiscated it for study…” Marin looks sorrowful. “I tried to stop her, I hope you know that.”

You blink. “It’s quite alright, miss Marin.” You wonder though, did that book have anything in it that might set your memory straight? Going and retrieving it might be your next goal…

“Please, just Marin! You’re like, my age, maybe just a little older. There’s no need to be formal.”

“Well, I am a guest…” You say, again unsure where in your memory these customs are even originating.

“Well have a seat and rate my cooking in a sec, then, stranger.” Marin laughs.

You do so, but there is some unease at her calling you “stranger” so much. It’s true, that’s what you are, and you don’t take offense to that, but…

You’d like a name. You’ve been clawing for yours since you woke up. But if you gave yourself a name, it could be quite the strange transition when your real name potentially arises…

What to do…?

>Say nothing. Continue going by “Stranger”, your true name is out there somewhere, and you intend to reclaim it…

>You need a name. If not your true name, then something you can at least cling to as yours…

>>5646582
Ah, forgot to clarify:
If you vote for giving yourself a new name, please include a write-in with what you’d like it to be.
Thanks, have a good night.

>>5646582
>Say nothing. Continue going by “Stranger”, your true name is out there somewhere, and you intend to reclaim it…

>>5646582
>You need a name. If not your true name, then something you can at least cling to as yours…
Lee Ann, because of the book.

>>5646582
Support >>5646601

>>5646582
>>Say nothing. Continue going by “Stranger”, your true name is out there somewhere, and you intend to reclaim it…

>>5646582
>>Say nothing. Continue going by “Stranger”, your true name is out there somewhere, and you intend to reclaim it…

>>5647113
>>5646623
>>5646585
Good morning.

Holding off on a name has won the vote. Writing!

Also all those TOTK previews are going out today. Looks good. I’m extremely dissatisfied with the reused music, and the new tracks don’t seem to be much of an improvement over BOTW’s lame piano interludes. I’m lucky to have pre-ordered my copy from a local game store that honored my original $60 order after the price change.

Onwards to updating the quest.

>>5646585
>>5646623
>>5647113
You remain quiet. Despite the discomfort of the situation, you feel that your real name must be out there somewhere. You managed to reclaim your life, next you’ll need to reclaim your name…

You’re lost in the determinate thought when Marin slams an omelette plate down in front of you, bringing you back to the weirdly peaceful reality. A moment later she sets a fork and knife down and moves back to the kitchen, likely to fix her own plate. You take a bite. The taste is rather plain, maybe next time you’ll pour a pinch of salt, but there’s literally no room in your mind to complain with how hungry you are. Not even as you bite into some of the more clearly burnt edges, she did say she wasn’t too great at this…

“Dad always says eggs are good for waking up, makes you tougher, it doesn’t quite make facing the day any easier, but it’s easy.” Marin says, sitting down and enjoying her own omelette.

>Meal: [Slighty-Crisp Omelette]
>Cooked by Marin. A simple protein readily available due to the abundance of both wild and domesticated cucco living around Koholint… It’s not very tasty, but it’ll do.
>Food Effect: “Plain Strength” (+5 DC in combat when fighting wildlife)
>Chef Effect: “Made with… Let’s call it Love.” (+1 Combat reroll when Marin is supporting, once per day.)

“So…?” Marin looks to you expectantly as she eats.

“It’s…”

>”It’s… N-not half bad! A very nice… Texture…” Your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. You feel it would be rude to make any kind of comment on the cooking, were you so bashful in your past life, too? (Gain dialogue trait: Shy)

>”It’s… a bit overcooked, and worse: flavorless. Some salt and butter while cooking might alleviate both problems at once.” You find yourself blabbering, forming a faint grin as you do so… “No offense.” (Gain dialogue trait: Smart)

>>5647525
>>”It’s… a bit overcooked, and worse: flavorless. Some salt and butter while cooking might alleviate both problems at once.” You find yourself blabbering, forming a faint grin as you do so… “No offense.” (Gain dialogue trait: Smart)

>>5647525
>”It’s… a bit overcooked, and worse: flavorless. Some salt and butter while cooking might alleviate both problems at once.” You find yourself blabbering, forming a faint grin as you do so… “No offense.” (Gain dialogue trait: Smart)

>>5647525
>>”It’s… a bit overcooked, and worse: flavorless. Some salt and butter while cooking might alleviate both problems at once.” You find yourself blabbering, forming a faint grin as you do so… “No offense.” (Gain dialogue trait: Smart)

>>5647525
>”It’s… a bit overcooked, and worse: flavorless. Some salt and butter while cooking might alleviate both problems at once.” You find yourself blabbering, forming a faint grin as you do so… “No offense.” (Gain dialogue trait: Smart)

>>5647533
>>5647552
>>5647586
>>5647588

Vote locked for smart trait. Writing.

>>5647533
>>5647552
>>5647586
>>5647588
”It’s… a bit overcooked, and worse: flavorless. Some salt and butter while cooking might alleviate both problems at once.” You find yourself blabbering, forming a faint grin as you do so… “No offense.”

Marin gives a slightly stunned expression before chuckling.

You give a puzzled look in response. “What’s so funny, something on my face…?”

“Oh! Uh, nothing. Well… Maybe you would look good in a pair of glasses…” She laughs. “But, thanks for the advice, I guess.”

You frown, she’s calling you out for your little outburst, you find it a little harder to find humor in the situation given there’s still a part of your mind screaming that this personality you’re leaning into may have no true origin. But… it might make sense. You did wash ashore with a bookbag instead of a weapon, after all…

>Gained dialogue trait: Smart. This trait allows you to hone in on logical thinking in your speech. It makes you an excellent planner, but it may come off as haughty to some, and far too talkative to others…

“Anyways, bookworm, I was wondering…” Marin hesitates, before grinning wide. “You got any questions for me?”

A few…

“Where am I?”

“My house, silly, thought that’d be obvious for you.” Marin giggles. “I kid. This is Koholint Island… Does it ring a bell…?”

You shake your head. “Mm… I don’t think so… I don’t think I’m from here.”

She sighs. “That would make a lot of sense… I thought it would be a grand occasion, another washing, but the rest of the older village folk are all concerned… Ah, you see, dad said this place was deserted long ago. No inhabitants, save for the Wind Fish…”

You set down your silverware, beginning to listen…

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>>5647665
[2/2]

“The legends say, the Wind Fish got real lonely, and so it began to circle its island with dense and terrible storms!” She lifted her arms to enunciate the story’s gravity, which you find slightly amusing in its amateurishness. “Eventually… It managed to wash people along its shores, who, having no choice, made the best of their time and forged Koholint into what you see today. The generations who came from foreign shores are long gone, you’re the first in… Oh I’m not even sure how long, you’d have to ask my dad… What do you think?” Her face holds an emotion somewhat between wonder at her land’s lore and sadness at your situation within it.

You breathe out. “Preposterous.” You begin. “I this “Wind Fish” is this island’s patron deity? What’s stopping it from just swimming away? It’s a fish.”

“Oh come on! It’s just a story, but… I like to think it’s true. Besides… Every so often some fool tries to set off in a raft with a heart full of adventure and winds up crashing back into the shore.”

Your breath hitches at the sudden realization. “You’re suggesting that I can’t-“

“Leave? …I mean, I’m not saying that, but… People have tried.”

The mood has turned sour fast. You aren’t sure what to say. Where are you from? Where were you going that put you into that storm? If you don’t make it back, is there even a chance you’ll remember? This girl has shown you kindness, but now you’re unsure if it’s mere goodness of heart or a way to soften the blow.

There has to be a way… A way to find home…

>”You believed none would ever find this place again, yet, here I am. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” (Gain dialogue trait: Motivated)

>”It’s not your fault, merely a cruel fate of mine. If only I could remember what that fate entailed…” (Gain dialogue trait: Cynical)

>>5647666
>>”It’s not your fault, merely a cruel fate of mine. If only I could remember what that fate entailed…” (Gain dialogue trait: Cynical)
Satan trips

>>5647666
>>”You believed none would ever find this place again, yet, here I am. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” (Gain dialogue trait: Motivated)

>>5647666
>”You believed none would ever find this place again, yet, here I am. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” (Gain dialogue trait: Motivated)

>>5647666
>”You believed none would ever find this place again, yet, here I am. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” (Gain dialogue trait: Motivated)

>>5647675
>>5647685
>>5647688
Locking in vote for motivated. This’ll be the last of the chargen stuff for quite some time. I’m staying up tonight working on a paper outline, so I’ll be updating a bit quicker from here, locking votes at an hour rate until close.

Writing.

>>5647793
Despite the discomfort, you barely hesitate when speaking your stance.

“You believed none would ever find this place again, yet, here I am. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

Marin’s smile rises once again, she seems endeared to your assertion, as if perhaps within her is some semblance of the same adventurous spirit that drives the actions of other natives to this isle who wish to leave and see the wider world…

“I’ll be rooting for you then, stranger!” She giggles. “I’m sure we can convince dad to let you stick around here until you find a place of your own… As for leaving? At least wait until you’re healthier. Maybe you’ll get your memories back!” Her laughter trails off, likely understanding that having the memories with no way home might be an even worse fate… But you’re unfazed, and your grin lights hers up once more. “Any other questions, human encyclopedia?”

“What do you do around here?” You ask.

“Like, my role? Or for fun?”

“Your role.”

She rolls her eyes in a playful manner. “Of course you’re not interested in fun… I don’t really DO anything. Not old enough to be trusted with a job, everyone knows me, but I’d struggle to say I have very many friends since the only other non-adults around are bratty little kids… Sometimes I do singing gigs at the café’s night hours. Kinda surreal, since normally I wouldn’t be allowed in at my age… Still not allowed to drink anything, though…” Her eyes widen at a thought. “I can play the harp AND the violin! My violin broke, though, so I can only play for a bit at the music shop on Toronbo Shores…” So she’s a songstress, in essence. “My dad, Tarin, he’s a plumber. Part of a big initiative to stop relying on that old well, instead, the water comes to you! At least, that’s what he says is going to happen. It keeps him busy a lot.”

You notice she hasn’t mentioned a word of her mother… But you’re not going to pry that, at least not just yet.

“But… That’s pretty much it. There isn’t much to do around here, at least not in Mabe anyway… The castle city is a lot more populated, but the road to there’s a bit long from here, and dad says it’s dangerous to go alone…” Marin gives an exhausted sigh.

You’re at least going to enjoy it here.

“Anyhow… That’s Koholint! My first tour around the whole island happened when I was six. It’s really wondrous, even if so many years has made me used to it… You’re up and going now, so… Anything else?”

You shake your head, and your mind wanders to your next objective…

>”You said a librarian confiscated a book of mine… Is the library nearby?” (Go and obtain the lost book)

>”I feel like I’d be much more assured if we sought out your father to secure a living space…” (Go out and look for Tarin)

>”How about you just show me around some? I need to get my mind off of this scenario…” (Tour of Mabe Village)

>>5647821
>>”You said a librarian confiscated a book of mine… Is the library nearby?” (Go and obtain the lost book)

>>5647821
>”You said a librarian confiscated a book of mine… Is the library nearby?” (Go and obtain the lost book)

>>5647821
>”How about you just show me around some? I need to get my mind off of this scenario…” (Tour of Mabe Village)

>>5647821
>"How about you just show me around some? I need to get my mind off of this scenario…” (Tour of Mabe Village)

>>5647821
>>”You said a librarian confiscated a book of mine… Is the library nearby?” (Go and obtain the lost book)

>>5648116
>>5647825
>>5647847
Vote locked. Let’s go get our shit back.

Writing.

>>5647821
>”How about you just show me around some? I need to get my mind off of this scenario…” (Tour of Mabe Village)
There's some very nice illustrations that were made of Link's Awakening in a German magazine, I'll try to see if I can find them later

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>>5649069
I know the ones you speak of. They’re really in such a different style than even western Zelda art for like the very first Zelda. I find it interesting that Marin’s supposed to have an uncanny resemblance to Zelda, but in the Switch remake I really don’t see it. The old German manual art gives her hair a bit more blonde to match. I wonder if that was just them generalizing because of the gameboy’s lack of color or if they caught that line and were influenced by it…

I got busy with a neighbor emergency last night, so the update is late. Coming within the hour though.

>>5648338
“You said a librarian confiscated a book of mine… Is the library nearby?” You ask.

“Yeah. It’s not as big as they say the Kanalet Castle library is, but it taught me how to read, so it must be good for something!” Marin jokes. “The librarian… He’s uh…” She pauses, searching for the right word.

“Eccentric?”

“No, he’s almost… Painfully normal?” She laughs. “He dresses kinda weird, and his face is all grizzled. He’s also doubling as Mabe’s town doctor.” Marin notices your face flush at that statement. “He didn’t perform mouth to mouth! Don’t worry! Mr.Kawashima’s a nice guy, just… Different. You’ll see.”

“Either way, that book could have some answers, so let’s get moving…” You stand, placing your dishes in the sink while Marin follows.

You hold the door open for her, allowing her to begin leading the way…

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>>5649077
It’s still the early morning, and most of the villagers appear to be just starting their days. Sluggishly walking out of their homes to assess that nothing had gone wrong in the night, and you feel a slight pang of guilt, for it was you who made them lose some sleep. Only slight, however.

Mabe village is built right above the beach. You can see and still faintly hear the rolling waves, moments ago to your mind they were a deafening roar, but now they’re white noise that might put you to sleep under more peaceful circumstances. Something you notice is that no one in this village looks like anyone else. There appears not to be any semblance of a common culture. This strikes you as a bit odd at first, but it would make sense. This island is, if Marin speaks the truth, a patchwork of castaways who have miraculously made something out of their tragedies. You wonder if you’re to become another stitch in its odd mosaic…

You don’t have time to reflect on that, as Marin suddenly grips your hand and starts dragging you in the direction of a larger building in the distance.

“That’s the library up there! Lots of times I go there just to see the big mural with the map of the island! Seeing if I can memorize the exact locations or imagining what secrets must be hidden in-“

Marin is speaking hundreds of miles per minute, but you’re mostly focused on regaining your footing after being suddenly pulled forth. But as you make the trip, out of the corner of your eye bounds a large dark blue figure. Marin is distracted, but you know that it’s going to make some sort of collision course.

You pull with the strength of your elbow, whirling around to grasp her shoulders and shoving with your legs to allow her to narrowly escape the terrifying beast’s charge.

You are not so lucky.

You’re sent flying a short measure, before rolling along the stone pathway. It’s not a terribly painful landing, but the impact is slightly disorienting coupled with the headache from your unfortunate sailing incident.

You look up to see the beast that did this, it’s like nothing you’ve ever seen, that you can remember anyway. It has razor sharp claws, large eyes, shuffling in place.

Amusingly, it barks, like a dog.

Despite the fear in your heart, Marin, unscathed, cannot help but absolutely crack up.

“Aha… ahahahah! Stranger, you should see the look on your face! Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite, he’s just happy to see a new face… Isn’t it lovely here?”

>”A riveting experience…” You can’t help but laugh a little, as well. Marin’s whimsical charms are rubbing off on you, you feel you’ll at least have a good time living here... (Poet)

>”Yes, yes, all very new and exciting. I feel like such a distinguished guest, now if you’d please, help me up?” You roll your eyes. The bizarre seems to anger you, you’re already adverse to this island…

>You say nothing, laughing up a hearty storm, what a thrill! (Motivated)

>>5652365
Sorry for the time I took to finish this update. Got a grade on one of my finals that hurt my motivation for a bit. Not detrimental, but my GPA is now only gonna be really close to where I want it to be, instead of right where I want it to be. But frustrating, but I suppose it’s on me for thinking a 3.49 VS 3.5 makes any difference. Still. I clawed my way for like four semesters to get here, I kinda wish I could put doubts of my academic pursuit to rest…

Anyhow. Took a minute, but writing this’ll cheer me up.

>>5652365
>”A riveting experience…” You can’t help but laugh a little, as well. Marin’s whimsical charms are rubbing off on you, you feel you’ll at least have a good time living here... (Poet)

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>>5652367
Forgot my trip!!!
Been enjoying all the TOTK leaks this morning. Still on the fence about holding onto my pre-order. Combat itself still seems really bland like BOTWs, but at least it’s INCENTIVIZED by fusion and building allowing you to get around durability.

>>5652365
>”A riveting experience…” You can’t help but laugh a little, as well. Marin’s whimsical charms are rubbing off on you, you feel you’ll at least have a good time living here... (Poet)
oh hey bowwow

>>5652382
>>5652370
Vote locked. This is a strange place indeed… (positive connotation.)

Writing.

so, can we call this quest dead already?

>>5658983
Seems like it, sadly.

I’m archiving the thread and starting a new one in 3 days. I had a whole bunch of trouble to deal with at work when I came home from school. So I just lost pretty much all my time. Thanks so much to everyone who played this thread. Next thread I’ll try to be more transparent if something goes wrong.