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The rose bush becomes comfortable and heavy as you drift into sleep.... Your eyes slowly close and you can smell the pink buds as they would smell in midsummer if they ever bloomed....zzzz | The rose bush becomes comfortable and heavy as you drift into sleep.... Your eyes slowly close and you can smell the pink buds as they would smell in midsummer if they ever bloomed....zzzz | ||
| - | You | + | You drift off into the sky. The sight of filthy dogs worrying a dead possum barely registers as you float above the ground. From your rising vantage you can see your Babymamma. Pensive and topless, she lolls on the dirty sofa smoking a lit cigarette. The drunk manager becomes a tiny form hicupping in the sun. His sodden impreccations scarely reach your ears as the trailers diminish into flat rectangles. |
| - | From up here you can see the mountains roll on towards the horizon. There is something | + | From up here you can see the mountains roll on towards the horizon. There is something likable about them that you have never quite noticed before from the ground. They are like gentle green whales. A radio tower gleams above a cut in the southwest. Senator Bradshaw's new highway stretches north. A glistening cloud rolls into huge candy buttresses above you. |
| - | *[[Southwest]] | + | *[[Southwest to the radio tower]] |
| - | *[[North]] | + | *[[North to the new highway]] |
| - | *[[Up]] | + | *[[Up to the glistening cloud]] |
*[[Down to your crummy real life]] | *[[Down to your crummy real life]] | ||
| + | {{TrailerStatus|Equipment=No pants|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}} | ||
| + | [[Category: Legend of the Trailer Park]] | ||
Current revision as of 17:03, 30 March 2007
The rose bush becomes comfortable and heavy as you drift into sleep.... Your eyes slowly close and you can smell the pink buds as they would smell in midsummer if they ever bloomed....zzzz
You drift off into the sky. The sight of filthy dogs worrying a dead possum barely registers as you float above the ground. From your rising vantage you can see your Babymamma. Pensive and topless, she lolls on the dirty sofa smoking a lit cigarette. The drunk manager becomes a tiny form hicupping in the sun. His sodden impreccations scarely reach your ears as the trailers diminish into flat rectangles.
From up here you can see the mountains roll on towards the horizon. There is something likable about them that you have never quite noticed before from the ground. They are like gentle green whales. A radio tower gleams above a cut in the southwest. Senator Bradshaw's new highway stretches north. A glistening cloud rolls into huge candy buttresses above you.
- Southwest to the radio tower
- North to the new highway
- Up to the glistening cloud
- Down to your crummy real life
| Status | ||
| Health | 100 | You have:
No pants |
| MP | 0 | |
| Level | 1 | |
