Watch as your home becomes rubble
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You sip your less than impressive tea while the workers make the final preparations. Large. Yellow. Bulldozer. It is prepped and ready. The engine rumbles. The driver has a hungry look in his eyes, a desire for destruction. He engages the engines forward gear and you watch the large yellow bulldozer approach everything you own (except your bathrobe, a flathead screwdriver, some pocket fluff, and a lousy cup of tea). The bulldozer blade finally makes contact with a bit of a scratchy metal nails on chalkboard sound and in a moment your house is rubble. The forshadowing of this is entirely lost on you (due to human's limited unidirectional perception of time). | You sip your less than impressive tea while the workers make the final preparations. Large. Yellow. Bulldozer. It is prepped and ready. The engine rumbles. The driver has a hungry look in his eyes, a desire for destruction. He engages the engines forward gear and you watch the large yellow bulldozer approach everything you own (except your bathrobe, a flathead screwdriver, some pocket fluff, and a lousy cup of tea). The bulldozer blade finally makes contact with a bit of a scratchy metal nails on chalkboard sound and in a moment your house is rubble. The forshadowing of this is entirely lost on you (due to human's limited unidirectional perception of time). | ||
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Ford Chimes in, | Ford Chimes in, | ||
| - | "Well, that went down fairly quickly. Aurthur I | + | "Well, that went down fairly quickly. Aurthur, I demand that you join me at the pub for some beers." |
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Will you | Will you | ||
*[[Follow Ford to the pub]] or | *[[Follow Ford to the pub]] or | ||
Current revision as of 12:35, 28 March 2014
You sip your less than impressive tea while the workers make the final preparations. Large. Yellow. Bulldozer. It is prepped and ready. The engine rumbles. The driver has a hungry look in his eyes, a desire for destruction. He engages the engines forward gear and you watch the large yellow bulldozer approach everything you own (except your bathrobe, a flathead screwdriver, some pocket fluff, and a lousy cup of tea). The bulldozer blade finally makes contact with a bit of a scratchy metal nails on chalkboard sound and in a moment your house is rubble. The forshadowing of this is entirely lost on you (due to human's limited unidirectional perception of time).
Ford Chimes in, "Well, that went down fairly quickly. Aurthur, I demand that you join me at the pub for some beers."
Will you
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| Health | {{{Health}}} | You have: A flathead screwdriver, pocket fluff, a lousy cup of tea 
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| MP | {{{MP}}} | |
| Level | {{{Level}}} | |
