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Post by Sp00kyrex on Jul 3, 2017 2:12:44 GMT
>Troodon: Show this suit wearing SOB Who's boss. You completely fail to kill him and die yourself.
Congratulations. >MSPFA Reader: Mourn.Rip Miscellaneous Troodon.
pg.149-151 >Short guy: Abscond.As well prepared as you are, you don't really fancy standing around waiting to get mauled by incompetent animals all day.
You've got places to be, and this muddy hill is not one of them. >Short Guy: Examine knife.While not the largest blade *cough*short joke*cough*, it certainly is sharp and capable of doing the job required of it.
Though after your recent encounter it is now pretty bloody. You regret having failed to bring a small rag to clean the knife with. Oh well, you've got more back in your shelter should the need for more clean knives arise. For now you'll just tuck it away in your suit pocket. >Short Guy: Put away knife.Ok you do that, just as you said you would last panel.
You aren't sure what you were expecting. You just sorta closed up the knife, pulled open your jacket, put it in the pocket on the interior lining and closed your suit again. Nothing else happens. This is it.
The series of events transpiring on this page are truly wondrous and difficult in scope to truly comprehend. You aren't sure you'll be able to forget this pivotal moment in the story. It has truly planted itself deep your being, to the point where it is one with you and you with it. Will you be able to move on from this moment and continue with your endless search?
You aren't sure. All you know is that even if you do, this moment will never truly leave you.
As you climb the highest mountains, scour the dense and humid forests, and sweep the deepest oceans, you will always have this moment tucked away in the back of your mind. You know. That critical moment when you put a knife in your pocket.
That moment.
That very one.
Ok this is stupid.
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Post by HypergressiveAgent on Jul 3, 2017 4:48:48 GMT
Be the other guy
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Post by Wessolf27 on Jul 3, 2017 13:05:07 GMT
>Time to mosey. You got a crown to search.
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Post by Sp00kyrex on Jul 6, 2017 1:18:06 GMT
>Short guy: Flail around and squawk like a deranged rooster.You...
Why would you do that?
The thought is so stupid that you refuse to believe you thought of it yourself, or that you ever had the misfortune of thinking of it in the first place.
*POOF*
Thought gone!
Thought? What thought? You say begone to any future bad thoughts you may have or any you had inadvertently had in the past. >Short guy: Time to mosey. You got a crown to search.Ok you'll go back to searching, but you refuse to mosey. Moseying is for Texans and you ain't no Texan.
Uhh... wait what happened to the body? You guess this is what happens when you turn your back on such things. Scavengers start showing up and doing who knows what with the corpses.
You hope that whatever it is was small and insignificant. >Scavenger: Reveal yourself!Ok you do so much to the dismay of everyone here. ==>Oh wow would you look at that.
It SEEMS to be a crown! You know. Atop that giant behemoth of an abomination.
You don't need this kind of treatment. If you wanted to feel bad you could remember all the times you couldn't reach the cookie jar as a kid. And as an adult.
The moral of the lesson is that cookies are the bane of your existence.
Oh also the secondary moral is the fact that you are going to die.
That too. >Short guy: die.Yeah no.
You'll just take the "L" and look for a different crown. This one is too big for your britches anyways. >Be the other guy.You are now the guy who is suffering significantly more.
What will you do?
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Post by Wessolf27 on Jul 6, 2017 7:14:33 GMT
>Okay, why not get some fresh air and ditch the old lady for now, she's not going anywhere.
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Post by Camios on Jul 6, 2017 16:20:39 GMT
>Why not put a tarp over her cage? Maybe she respond like a bird and go to sleep.
>If not that, then it will at least muffle the clanks to no longer be so much of annoyance.
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Post by Sp00kyrex on Jul 7, 2017 3:56:44 GMT
>Skull guy: Take the damn cup already she has lost her cup privileges.You've unsurprisingly tried to do that multiple times already.
Unfortunately for you she manages to hide it from you every time despite there being nowhere in the room to realistically hide it in. You have an idea where she may be hiding it but at no point in the near or far future do you intend on frisking down an old lady for the purposes of locating a fucking mug.
You aren't even really sure that the cup was in the cell with her to begin with. You think she must have had it before you kidnapped her a couple of hours ago, because you sure as shit don't remember giving her a bloody cup. This woman is nothing if not prepared. >Skull guy: Why not put a tarp over her cage? Maybe she will respond like a bird and go to sleep.A fresh idea maybe, but this room is entirely devoid of tarps, blankets, towels, and rags.
The closest thing would be the covering of your wonderful chair. But you would sooner saw off your sole horn rather than mutilate your chair like some sort of lawless ruffian.
You will also say that you are opposed to using your clothes as a make-shift rag.
It's cold in here and you might get sick if you just waltz around naked. Your health and well-being is very important to you. >Skull guy: Okay, why not get some fresh air and ditch the old lady for now, she's not going anywhere.Ok fair enough.
It's not like she's going anywhere anytime soon.
She is locked up tight. No way for her to get out.
Your shit is SAFE.
Anyways, you better head on up to get some fresh O2 you know? Get some healthy Cretaceous era atmosphere into your skeleton lungs (also known colloquially as "skele-lungs" or "bone-breathers"). You anticipate nothing more than a relaxing temporary respite away from the mad bangings of an old bat.
Well up you go. ==>==>==>==>==>Ahhh...
Look at this.
The fresh air, the beautiful scenery, the lack of clanking noises...
It's refreshing. You doubt anything could spoil this moment. It it far too serene to be disturbed by any possible malevolent influences.
You are truly free. >Skull guy: Have absolutely nothing bad happen to you at all.You fail to resist the urge of having something bad happen to you.
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Post by Wessolf27 on Jul 7, 2017 6:20:31 GMT
>Be the aggressor
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Post by Sp00kyrex on Jul 10, 2017 1:28:23 GMT
>Be the aggressor.Why would you want to be the same guy twice in a row? C'mon let's spice things up and pick someone else, lest we fall into complacency. Then we'd get nowhere. >Fine, Geez. Check up on Caveguy then. Maybe he's doing better?That most certainly is not the case. The screeching emanating from that animal's vocal chords is too much to bear. You fear this may be the end. Goodbye cruel world. ==>...
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what?
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Post by HypergressiveAgent on Jul 10, 2017 3:26:39 GMT
T REX(?):Initiate ROUND 2
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Post by Wessolf27 on Jul 10, 2017 11:00:35 GMT
Look behind you!
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Post by Sp00kyrex on Jul 14, 2017 1:22:58 GMT
>Caveguy: Investigate suspicious silence.Suspicious?
Nonsense. There is nothing suspicious about the wonderful quietness which surrounds you. If anything it is a blessing. You think someone may be smiling down on you right now.
Why, you think you feel the tingles of good vibes flowing through you. Yes, everything is right with the world. All is as it should be.
Nothing is suspicious and worth investigation at least. >Caveguy: Actually investigate.Ok fine.
You begin poking and prodding your now quieted animal to see what may or may not be amiss.
It...
It doesn't seem very comfortable with this. ==>Hrmmm...
Whatever change has occurred must be more subtle than something that would be more blatantly obvious like an open wound or being eaten alive. Typically in this kind of scenario you would expect the Ornithomimid to have some sort of toothache or something similarly stupid like a splinter stuck in its toe. But you cannot find anything like that here.
How mysterious. ==>Oh hang on a second.
What's this? ==>It appears to be a large egg.
You do not recall such an egg being present before the onset of the great screeching horror.
This must be the source of the conflict! Well that's at least two mysteries solved right here.
Congrats on your astounding investigative capabilities. You are truly a model sleuth and all should take after your image. >Caveguy: Look behind you!Wow its fucking nothing! >Caveguy: Reward the beast for shutting up!That whole ordeal that just transpired (the fear-induced panic to look behind you) really took a toll on you. It's made you reconsider a lot of things regarding mortality and the general fragility of life. You think you think this may be what some call an epiphany.
You think maybe you have been too hard on your tame, as earbleeding as its screech was. You think you may even reward it for its prompt(?) silence. You decide that the reward of not having its eyes eaten out of its skull by yours truly as punishment for the torment it put you under is fitting.
You just had another epiphany. You are hungry.
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Post by Wessolf27 on Jul 14, 2017 16:39:22 GMT
>Egg + Fire = Sustenance!
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Post by skeleton on Jul 14, 2017 20:52:20 GMT
Cook and eat that egg right in front of it's mama just go for it man.
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Post by Sp00kyrex on Jul 19, 2017 22:56:17 GMT
>Caveguy: Cook and eat that egg right in front of it's mama just go for it man.You are eager to consume this nicely sized egg but you feel that it should be adequately cooked first. You have the gut feeling that eating this thing raw would be a bad move, albeit an impressive one if consumed whole.
Unfortunately for the cooking idea, you aren't too eager to just hold the egg over the fire with your bare hands to get the job done. You like not having uselessly burned stubs at the end of your arms thank you very much.
You also decide that when you consume the egg you will do it in front of the mother as recompense for her actions against you. An eye for an eye you decide. Or in this case, you suppose, an egg for ear trauma. >Caveguy: Cook the egg on a flatish rock to fulfill GOOD EATS.You would do that but you do not see any usable flat stones in the vicinity!
Only dirt and gravel. The one time gravel doesn't unequivocally improve a situation, you swear.
You do however think of an alternate solution on a rather similar path… >Caveguy: Open the cans retrieved from the tree with the tooth shank. ==>You... you aren't really sure this is edible?
Whatever, you weren't going to be the one eating it anyways. >Caveguy: But first tame the large dinosaur he/she could be useful.You decide this is as good a use for the contents of the magic cylinders as any.
You really hope this shit isn't poisonous or something. You don't think food is supposed to have the sort of jiggly elastic sort of physics it appears to be demonstrating right now.
Whatever. You scoop the nauseating contents of the can into its mouth to serve the dual purpose of possibly allowing taming of the creature and to free the object for its new purpose.
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Camios
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Post by Camios on Jul 20, 2017 7:48:15 GMT
>Why not now cook the egg inside of the can? The stuff inside the can smells slightly of meat, and it may give the egg added flavor.
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Post by Sp00kyrex on Jul 23, 2017 22:36:57 GMT
>Caveguy: Smell the meat can. Do it.Well you suppose it couldn't hurt. Maybe the food inside smelled better than it looked? Not everything is about appearances. Or physical consistencies.
Curiosity is a powerful thing, and evidently not something you have enough control over. You go ahead and sniff the can. ==>>Caveguy: Realize that that can is the best thing you have ever smelled.No.
You refuse to do that. This has, single-handedly, been the most disgusting smell you have ever smelled. You have experienced no scent nearly as reviling. If you had to compare this smeel to something, you would say it smells like your tame looks.
It is that bad.
You just hope it won't have any significant impact on the quality of your egg. >Caveguy: Consider egg.You consider the egg, dutifully and to the greatest extent of your ability.
You know what you wish to do with it, that being cook it in that can, but you have nearly forgotten the most critical step (besides eating it in front of its, quote, unquote, "mama".), that being how to get at the valuable eggy bits inside.
This is quite the dilemma for you, but you will take whatever actions necessary to crack this egg.
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Post by GreatKaiserNui on Jul 23, 2017 23:30:22 GMT
Maybe you could use a rock?
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Post by Camios on Jul 24, 2017 6:15:15 GMT
>Take a stone of adequate size, and begin tapping with more and more force until it cracks. Once it does, enlarge a hole at the place of the crack, and pour the egg either onto a large you will place on the fire beforehand, or pour a small amount into the can and eat it in reasonably sized portions.
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Post by Wessolf27 on Jul 24, 2017 9:13:12 GMT
>Why not cook it first before breaking? It's better hardboiled after all.
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Post by HypergressiveAgent on Jul 24, 2017 15:27:35 GMT
consider washing the can to get rid of that ungodly stench before you use it to cook the egg
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Post by Sp00kyrex on Jul 28, 2017 0:44:29 GMT
>Caveguy: Consider washing the can to get rid of that ungodly stench before you use it to cook the egg.Unfortunately for you, there is no water nearby to do this.
You are stuck with the stench. It will never leave you.
Until, y'know, you get rid of the can. But until then you're basically screwed. >Caveguy: Why not cook it first before breaking? It's better hardboiled after all.But... how would you fit the unbroken egg in the can?
You're no astrologer, but it seems to you that there may be a physical discrepancy in terms of the size of the egg and the size of the can. No, you have to break the egg, its just how this must done.
You dismiss the frivolous idea. There is just no way to make it work. >Caveguy: Maybe you could use a rock?You can't use a rock to break the egg for the same reason you can't use one to cook it!
THERE ARE NO ROCKS!
NONE.
JUST GRAVEL AND DIRT. >Caveguy: Why can't you just cook the egg directly on the fire? That way you could hardboil it.THEN WHAT WAS THE FUCKING POINT OF THE CAN?!?
NO NO no NO NO.
YOU HAVE TO USE THE CAN OR YOU WILL THROW A SHITFIT IF YOU DON'T. YOUR MASTER PLAN WILL NOT BE FOILED BY THE VILE SINKING TALONS OF COMMON SENSE.
FUCK COMMON SENSE YOU SAY. YOU'll DO IT YOUR WAY EVEN IF YOUR WAY IS ARBITRARILY COMPLICATED AND UNNECESSARILY OUT OF THE WAY. >Mama Bird: Protect offspring from your bumbling master.Such an option is out of your reach.
When one throws a shitfit this hard, there is no stopping them. You're gonna have to ride it out and hope for the best. You doubt your egg will survive the altercation.
You shed a tear in mourning of your soon to be lost.
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Post by HypergressiveAgent on Jul 28, 2017 5:01:41 GMT
>consider using you bone shiv to cut the can length wise, so there is more surface area with which to cook the egg on
>resolve to use the side of the can that had no contact with the meat
>use the hilt of your bone shiv to crack the egg open
>cook the egg. Fufill GOOD EATS
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Post by ten11 on Jul 28, 2017 5:49:06 GMT
>Light a fire, place the egg and can on it. The can will be playing a very important role, even if it seems to be doing literally nothing. Just trust me on this one.
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Post by Camios on Jul 28, 2017 14:29:16 GMT
>Make a small crack in the egg, big enough for some of the inside to fall out. Since it is so large, their will be extra to wash out the can. As such, you can then cook the rest of the egg in the can.
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