Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>38749732
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

>>38749732
>Rats aren't good enough eating. More hunting
Got to get at least 1 bird a day

>>38749732
>>Rats are alright but they're not crabs. Beach hunting

Got to git dat delicious lobster meat

>>38749732
>>Why always the fighting? Let's just explore <specify>
Were basically giant geckos, lets climb around a bunch...

>Rolled 16 (1d20)

Paranoia intensifies.

>>38749794
>>38749732
Seconding, gotta kill them birds. Also, eat the special rat first

>>38749732

>Other?

Isn't that tree still on fire? We should do something about that.

>>38749794
I'm gonna back this the birds must die. But lets eat the special rat.

>>38749854
I'm sure it'll be fine. Smokey the bear died so he wont be complaining.

Friendly reminder that meta iguana status is a mystery to everyone including ourselves.

>>38749732
>Why always the fighting? Let's just explore the forest.

>>38749732
Looks like we still haven't gone over that whole "murdered by a bird thing" and why should we. Stupid birds. But where do we murder them?
>To the beach, the seagulls are numerous, probably
>The forest is full of trees. That's where birds sit right?

>>38750026
>The forest is full of trees. That's where birds sit right?

Maybe we can even raid a nest and have scrambled eggs.

>>38750026
>The sky is full of birds, lets go there!

I believe I can fly!

>>38750026
>>The forest is full of trees. That's where birds sit right?

>>38750026
>The forest is full of trees. That's where birds sit right?

>>38750052
So I guess we're doing infanticide along with genocide?

>>38750026
If it got popular support are we allowed to go hunting in the sky?

>>38750026
>>The forest is full of trees. That's where birds sit right?

>>38750026
To the trees!
Gimme a d10 then
>writing

>>38750165
You find a way into the sky and I'll let you go there. You don't find a way into the sky and I'll write imagery of a lizard clawing at the air trying to get into the sky without any understanding of the mechanics of flight.

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>38750208

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>38750208

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>38750208
Uhm... clawing the theoretical concept of the law of gravity into submission?

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>38750208
fug burds

>>38750208
What if we flap our arms VERY frantically? That'll get us enough lift yes?

>>38750208
The day isn't complete if you haven't killed and eaten at least one bird. And the forest is full of birds, so it's not like you'll run out anytime soon. You discuss your plan with your brother and he is amenable. Killing rats isn't particularly hard unless it menaces with spikes of metal and bone.

You climb up a tree to get a better vantage for bird hunting and for a moment consider trying to force the laws of gravity to ignore you for the purposes of bird vengeance. After considering your recent magical successes, or lack thereof, you decide to stick to moving from tree to tree. The branches are thick in this part of the woods and you easily pass between them, your brother following in your wake. The scent of familiar feathers leads you across the forest canopy. Below you pass a couple of perfectly normal many-eyed deer and an odd looking rabbit.

Eventually you find yourself in the area you murdered the ravens in yesterday. Apparently the smell was raven feathers. And the attempted murder you murdered yesterday has been replaced by a new quartet of birds poking around in the brush and in the trees.

>Okay two was hard, but you have an extra lizard today and weapons, let's do this
>Pretty sure auntie said something about NOT getting into big fights while injured
>Other?

If the first option:
>Fuck birds
>Stealth lizard engage
>Deploy decoy brother, then stealth
>Other strategic nonsense <specify>

>>38750208
We kill enough bird until we get enough feathers to build wings like Daedalus and Icarus.

>>38750446
>>Okay two was hard, but you have an extra lizard today and weapons, let's do this
>Stealth lizard engage
Kill one then run.

>>38750446
>Okay two was hard, but you have an extra lizard today and weapons, let's do this
>Stealth lizards engage

Sneak from the bushes and am-bush them one at a time.

>>38750446
>>Other strategic nonsense <specify>
We cleverly disguise ourself as a raven, spend several weeks perching around them to gain their trust... and then when they least expect it we brutally backstab them, gloating as they bleed slowly to death.

Lets go find easier prey.
>>38750446

>Pretty sure auntie said something about NOT getting into big fights while injured

>>38750446
>Okay two was hard, but you have an extra lizard today and weapons, let's do this
>Stealth lizards engage

>>38750509
Magnificent.

>>38750446
>>Okay two was hard, but you have an extra lizard today and weapons, let's do this
>Stealth lizard engage
Leave the brother a little behind, sitting hidden. Sneak in, stab and run leading them into an ambush.

>>38750446
We are the reason the birds left the ground.
I need 4d100

Rolled 17, 62, 21, 10 = 110 (4d100)

>>38750683

Rolled 24, 76, 1, 42 = 143 (4d100)

>>38750683

Rolled 89, 64, 11, 1 = 165 (4d100)

>>38750683
GO GO GO GO

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>>38750711
>>38750714
>>38750715
>89, 76, 1, 1
Oh maaaaaan

>>38750683
89, 76, 1, 1

So good news and bad news...
>writing

Also, I got bored and dumped the stat improvements from last thread in the character sheet. Meta-iguana is now Rank 1

>>38750764
You never told us what meta iguana meant.

>>38750764
Oh boy.

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>38750764
Rolling for anal circumference

>>38750849
We're totally fucked.

>>38750764
Silently conferring with your brother you come up with a plan of attack. You abandon treetop level in favor of the better ground cover and approach under stealth. Your brother disappears into the brush a few feet away to catch the birds in a pincer. You slide over and around standard forest offal with nary a sound. The image of a stealth lizard. Then you're reminded that your brother is spectacularly bad at sneaking by what sounds like every stick in the forest being broken accompanied by swearing. Chicken feet...

The ravens leap to full alert and orient on your brother, the bird in the tree diving into the bush your brother sound like he's in. Their attention even further off you the first bird's head is off its neck before the others have realized there were two things in the brush.

You get your macahuitl cleaves through the second raven and pins it down as the third disappears into the bush with your brother and the last raven. You clumsily fend off pecks from the injured bird and wrench the makeshift blade free and swing again, this time catching the bird in the neck. It's head isn't off but it's dead all the same, and you rush the bush with your brother inside.

The ravens are having their free pick of where to pick at your brother as he tries to struggle free of the thick woody branches he managed to get himself stuck in. He bleeds from several injuries, and as you enter the ravens catch sight of you and assume defensive postures. Their feathery forms just as poor for moving in the bush as you.

>Have sword will cleave <damages bush and bird equally>
>Get bro free expeditiously
>More discerning strikes directed at the feathered filth
>Other?

>>38750777
Didn't I? Oh well it has an entry now.

>>38751090
You were going to but I made a comment that amused you.

>>38751090
>>Get bro free expeditiously
Bros before birds.

>>38751090
>>More discerning strikes directed at the feathered filth
As long as the birds are busy with us, bro can try to get out himself.

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>>38751090
>Cleave and Smite

Try not to hit our bro in the process.

>>38751090
>More discerning strikes directed at the feathered filth

>>38751131
Sounds like me.

Don't worry about meta-iguana too much. It isn't going to effect things very often from what I've seen. It can only work in your favor.

Rolled 18, 80, 90, 80 = 268 (4d100)

>>38751090
>>Get bro free expeditiously

>>38751217
Dat fucking roll

>>38751090
>>Get bro free expeditiously

>>38751232
What a waste...

>>38751090
Family first!
Gimme 3d100

Rolled 99, 44, 79 = 222 (3d100)

>>38751327

Rolled 91, 23, 96 = 210 (3d100)

>>38751327

Rolled 32, 25, 65 = 122 (3d100)

>>38751327
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

Rolled 50, 95, 84 = 229 (3d100)

>>38751327
Here we go

>>38751373
Why did you have to write anything, dammit?

>>38751327
99, 44, 96
This diceroller is fun.
>writing

I have a question. didn't we set a tree on fire back with the rats?

>>38751532

Shh... don't worry about it, I'm sure its fine... I'm also sure that unprompted d20 roll at the thread start meant nothing

>>38751398
Bush branches refuse to let your brother loose at all and as he struggles the wounds the birds gave him are becoming more aggravated. You're also aggravated though, and the air reverberates with the volume of your hissing roar as you strike out. The bush parts at your passing failing to hinder you in the slightest as you press forward, then you're on the other side of the bush, one of the birds falling in a shower of blood and the branches of the bush dashed to splinters.

The last raven flaps and is clear of the bush, clearly determined to have nothing to do with the mad little lizard that is destroying the local flora. It gets a couple feet up before a shadow appears above it. Your brother once again demonstrates his ridiculous speed and in a blur dashes up a tree and into the air over the bird. The two crash like a pair of dogs overly excited to see each other and hit the ground with dull cracks. Your brother rises first, his jaws trailing red streamers as he rips into the bird. The feathery mass doesn't move again. Your brother looks at you breathing heavily. He's bleeding from a couple places but from the way he's standing nothing is broken.

>Are you alright?
>First aid
>Uh, okay, let's gather the bodies...
>You can carry these, he should take it easy
>You should help him back, that's more important than bird corpses
>Other?

>>38751818
>>First aid
>Uh, okay, let's gather the bodies...

We're cool... everythings cool.

>>38751818

>Are you alright?
>First aid
If he's good
>You can carry these, he should take it easy
You are fast bro damn

if not ok
>You should help him back, that's more important than bird corpses

>>38751818
>Are you alright?
>First aid

If he needs more medical attention than we can provide just leave the bodies and come back for them later.

>>38751846
Seconding, as long as he can help carry them.

>>38751818
>First aid
>You should help him back, that's more important than bird corpses

>>38751818
>>Are you alright?
>>First aid
>>You can carry these, he should take it easy

>>38751818
>>First aid

>>38751818
Alrighty
>writing

>>38751818
>Are you alright?
>First aid
>You can carry these, he should take it easy

Older brother is definitely going to protect everyone when were away.

>>38752060
Oh I need a d100

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>38752110
DICE

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>38752110

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>38752110

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>38752110

Rolled 38, 28, 6, 21 = 93 (4d100)

>>38752130
heh

>>38752110
"Are you alright?" you ask, looking your brother over.

"Uh." He looks at his own injuries. "Not really. I think I'll live."

"Hold still," you tell him. You begin spitting and slathering saliva on his wounds like you were shown. It doesn't work as well as it does with the white powder but he stops bleeding and there's a thing purplish scab over his injuries.

"Thanks," he says, then gets up to help you gather the birds before you wave him off.

"I'll get these. You be careful. Those scabs are not strong."

"Sorry," he blurts out. You look at him questioningly and he continues, "I messed it up."

You shake your head and start dragging one raven to another. "You are not sneaky but are very fast. We will plan differently next time. And you still killed one."

He seems somewhat consoled and sits quietly to watch you work. After a few minutes you've managed to gather the birds and bind them into a bundle. They're a bit heavy but you can handle it. If they were mammals you might have a problem. Which reminds you.

>Double back to where you cached the rats
>Straight to auntie
>Send him to auntie, you'll fetch rats
>Other?

>>38752547
>Double back to where you cached the rats
Bro if something is eating our kills run ok?

>>38752547
>send him to auntie, you'll fetch the rats

>>38752547
>Double back to where you cached the rats
I feel like we forgot about something their.

>>38752547
>Send him to auntie, you'll fetch rats
>Other?
didnt we forget something?

Rolled 28, 68, 75, 42 = 213 (4d100)

>>38752547
>>Send him to auntie, you'll fetch rats

>>38752547
>Send him to auntie, you'll fetch rats
Lets just play it chill guys...

>>38752547
>>Double back to where you cached the rats
At least get the metal one.

>>38752547
Looks like we're splitting the party.
gimme a d10

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>38752893

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>38752893
FER DE EMPRAH!

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>38752893

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>38752893

Were going to get a vaguely ominous interpretation of this from lamb while he writes that up aren't we?

>>38753011
What? I'm not doing anything ominous. That's much too easy. And 7 got it.

>>38752893
I am almost certainly
>writing

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If we find something eating our rats, it'll seriously start reminding me of something...

>>38753084
"You should head back to auntie. I'll go get the rats."

Your brother looks like he wants to argue but one of his injuries twinges and he agrees. He dashes off into the underbrush and you shoulder your bird load. After several minutes of walking your realize that the forest has been getting strangely quiet as you've walked. You pass through a small copse of trees and the spot you buried the rats in becomes visible. Very visible. Like on fire and burning merrily visible.

That's a lot of trees on fire. This can't be blamed on you right? You're pretty sure this isn't your fault. Also, it is going to be very hard getting to your rats in the middle of that blaze. At least they're probably well baked now.

>Put down the birds and test your fireproofness
>Let's just go back to auntie, shit be on fire yo
>We tiny lizard firefighters now
>Free range fire for free range ravens <cooking option>
>Use meta-igauna rare challenge!
>Other?

>>38753522
>>We tiny lizard firefighters now

>>38753522
>>Use meta-igauna rare challenge!

I just need to know

>>38753522
>We tiny lizard firefighters now

RESCUE RANGERSSSSS

>>38753522
>Use meta-igauna rare challenge
Mystery box!

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>38753522
>>Use meta-igauna rare challenge!

>>38753522
>>Use meta-igauna rare challenge!
this probably going to bite us in the ass but hey, nothing ventured nothing gained

>>38753522
>Use meta-igauna rare challenge!
Since when has /tg/ suffered from a mystery box?

>>38753522
Damn you Lamb, mystery box always wins
>meta-igauna

>>38753522
I lied
>writing

>>38753782
????!!!!!!!

>>38753522
EVERYBODY PANIC!

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>38753831
>>38753812
Chill little lizards, he lied about meta-iguana knowledge not being incredibly relevant

>>38753901
That too

>>38753928
In our defense, we were never taught proper fire safety, in fact, so far all we've been taught is fire is warm and nice to chill near. The concept that too much fire could be a bad thing is completely insane!

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>38753928
Oh. He lied about 2 things. Now I'm panicking.

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>>38754026

>>38754026
that 1 doesn't help any

Minor delays for muffin making. Please bask warmly

>>38754102
Mmm, muffins.

>>38754102
Be sure to bring some back for us.

>>38754102
Fire is warm and bright yes? We can bask in it fine! Everything will be A Okay.

>>38754102
Huh... now that you think about it... fire isn't especially scary, in fact, so far all of your experiences with it have gone quite well, you've slept by it, cooked food on it, and in general had a great time with it. So why not bask on it.

You scramble into the clearing to bask... and immediately regret the decision. ow, everything burns, oh god the pain!

You run out flaming into the woods, spreading fire as you go... eventually you succumb to your burns, after an extremely horrific death...

>Reroll character.

A lizard wandered into my home last night and crawled under the oven. I'm thinking of keeping it if I can catch it but I cant tell if it's a skink or an alligator lizards. Do they make particularly good pets?

>>38754479
HueHue get back to writing smut you lazy bones.

>>38754479
You do this a lot.
Not entirely sure why...

>>38754515
OH SHIT! ABANDON THREAD!

>>38754519
Because I am a parasitic tumour on the festering body that is 4chan.

>>38754537
Fair enough.

>>38754537
I can see it

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>>38753928
As you stand considering the pillar of flames that used to be trees you can't help feel a little bit responsible for this. Maybe you should even try and find a way to put it out yourself.

Before you can plan further the ground beneath you rumbles. Then it stops and rumbles again. You hear the foliage off to your right parting and when you look you see a large brown bear. Its steps are the source of the rumbling and the ground shakes a disproportionate amount for such a normal sized large bear. The bear seems dirty even from here, with little clouds of dust puffing off it as it moves. Splattered across its body in irregular patches are plates of what looks like dried mud or dirt, the largest of which covers the top of its head in a lumpy mound with a wide brim.

The bear contemplates the flames for a moment and you sense a deep sadness from the beast. After a moment it digs its paws into the ground before it and flings them up. The earth before it explodes by magic into a pillar of cloud of dirt and mud that blasts the burning trees. Then he repeats this. After a few more repetitions the trees are finally extinguished and the bear looks satisfied. Then it looks at you.

Its eyes narrow and you can feel its gaze piercing you and looking at the fire stone you carry. His disapproval weighs on you like a mountain. From this angle you recognize his hat. HE KNOWS

>Y- y- you can t- take him... maybe? If you pick this you deserve what you get
>OH GOD LIZARD! AUNTIE! HELP! Run for the cliff
>Bears can't swim, especially earth bears TO THE BEACH!
>Ditch the ravens, they'll only slow you down!
>Start another fire, it can only slow him and piss him off more!
>Other?

META-IGUANA CHALLENGE BEGINS, COMPLETE FOR TASTY REWARDS

>>38754594
...I've got nothing... The win has exceeded anything I have to contribute...

>>38754594
ASK HIM TO EACH US PROPER FIRE SAFETY! APPEAL TO HIS EDUCATIONAL NATURE!

>>38754594
>OH GOD LIZARD! AUNTIE! HELP! Run for the cliff

>>38754594
>>Bears can't swim, especially earth bears TO THE BEACH!

Water beats ground! At least, in that flashing light box the fingerlings always played about elemental animals!

>>38754623
Can we do this? Will he sing us a song?

>>38754594
Lies so far:

-Meta Iguana would not be relevant at any point in a significant way.

-Smokey the bear was NOT murdered by our aunt.

-Smokey the bear is NOT okay with our sins...

>>38754594

>Bears can't swim, especially earth bears TO THE BEACH!

Arglfargl dammit I was drinking a Coke I can feel it behind my EYES

>>38754623
THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS

>>38754594
ASK HIM TO EACH US PROPER FIRE SAFETY! APPEAL TO HIS EDUCATIONAL NATURE!

>>38754623
>>38754647
If it gets enough support I'll write a lot of things.

>>38754623
Smokey please help us help the forest.

>>38754623

THIS THIS WE ARE A STUPID BABY LIZARD NOT EVEN A MOUTHFUL TEACH US THE WAYS OF FIRE SAFETY

>>38754691
LAMB WILL WRITE US A FIRE SAFETY! SONG VOTE ASSHOLES!

>>38754594
>>Bears can't swim, especially earth bears TO THE BEACH!
but if he catches us try >>38754623

>>38754623
Backing this

>>38754623
Fuck it SECOND!

bad end inc.

>>38754594
Right. Into the sea. Or song. I always get those mixed up.
>writing

>>38754842
The sea can't catch fire right?

>>38754892
Greek fire.

>>38755478
oil spills can set the ocean ablaze as well

>>38754892
>>38755478
>>38755515
Also, magic.
Almost done.

>>38754842
Surprise is the most important element in any major combat action. If it can be used in some fashion it should be. In this case charging directly at the bear gains you that element. Clearly the bear did not expect you to be this suicidally stupid. It even less expects you to juke at the last second and run PAST him.

The beach is only a few hundred yards past him and you're fairly sure bears can't swim. Pretty sure. You stop questioning it as the ground again rumbles beneath your feet. Risking a glance over your shoulder you see the earth churning and heaving as the bear chases after you. He appears to be a bit faster but hopefully you have more stamina.

The sea begins to dominate your vision and you dive in and swim for your life. Behind you the bear's approach continues. He'll have to stop when he hits water. The sound doesn't stop. A glance back reveals that the bear cares not at all about your swimming prowess as the earth rises up before it to be a path for it.

Hiding is clearly all you have now. You take the deepest breath you can, inhaling your dewlap and dive. If you can get down far enough then get far enough away maybe you can circle back to auntie. The ground keeps rising up and twice you have to dodge to avoid it. Easily done but then they stop rising and you hear a splash. Oh god lizard he can swim.

For some reason the satisfaction of knowing this is somewhat overshadowed by your impending death by angry bear. The bear swims like a champion and is rapidly closing on your panicked paddling. You remember what you learned about the element of surprise.

The bear does not expect you to try the same trick twice and thus completely misses with his angry snap as you jink past it. Between the stone pillar serving as a ladder and your swimming ability you rocket out of the water. That should buy you a minute. You use a few precious seconds of that coughing up some air that you cycled poorly.

[1/4]

>>38755741
Tremors in the earth tell you this was a mistake. You turn and find a wet and muddy bear staring you down from atop a new earthen pillar.

Running has failed you. There is no escape in this plan. You have only one thing left to give to any plan of survival. You cast aside your dignity and pull out your fire stone. The ravens fell of your back ages ago and you realize you failed to notice or care. You put the stone at Smokey's feet as he glares at you and then give him your best innocent baby lizard gaze. Silently imploring him to instruct you in the ways to safely use the power of the flame.

Smokey grimaces down at you. You're fairly sure that whatever his job might be that he's still a bear and he wanted to eat you. He opens his mouth and the ground trembles. For a terrifying second you think maybe he's just going to go with the eating you plan.

Then the groundes trembling settles into a bassy rumba beat and the torched squeals of high stress rock begin to accompany it. Words, alien and unknowable flow from Smokey's mouth following the cadence of the earth's tune. The bear waggles his finger at you and sings something that sounds scolding. He apparently thinks you speak whatever language he's singing in is familiar to you.

The world spins and you find yourself deep in a verdant wood at a campsite with a fire still smoldering. Smokey, now bobbing to the beat indicates the fire pit and then swats a paw at the earth, throwing dirt onto the logs and smothering them. Everything spins again and this time you're watching some children playing with firestarters. Smokey takes them away and admonishes the children and you and the children cheer and dance. Again the world stops being whre it was just now and you're really starting to feel ill from all these rapid transitions.

[2/4]

>>38755759
Smokey is standing in a massive forest with trees that appear to threaten the sky. He wiggles finger-paws and little sparks of magic come out and you get the feeling he's moved on to the magic safety part of the discussion. Then he turns you around and you see a large open clearing full of smoldering flames and broken stone. On the far side you think you can make out a trio of figures, a fingery one shaped figure, elf. Fingery ones are called elves. Thank you brain. An elf, and two elves being eaten by funny shaped blue and red crabs. Really big crabs. That's mildly scary. They don't seem that alarmed at being eaten. The red one waves its arms and the fires die and the earth smooths out. Smokey sings and makes you look to one side and you see a varied group of woodland creatures looking at the smoking clearing and crying. You're probably supposed to feel bad for them or something but honestly their tears just make them look more delicious.

Before you can try and grab a particularly sorrowful rabbit the world spins and you're back near the healer's house, now perched on top of the mountain, and Smokey continues singing, waving a fuzzy paw at the forest expanse as little birds fly around him and chirp merrily.

[3/4]

>>38755778
Then you're back on that outcropping of earth in the sea. Smokey sits down uncaring of the dirt dirtying his pants. Wait, when did he get pants? Did the song give him pants? You check yourself, no pants. That's just not fair, you want free pants too. Smokey coughs and draws your attention back to him and he picks up your fire stone. He holds it out and it sparks into flame. He draws a line in the dirt and it burns merrily, despite being dirt. He splashes water on it and the water burns. then he sprinkles more dirt on it and the fire just burns through it. Finally he get a great mass of earth and completely smothers the flame. Apparently the fire won't go out unless you smother it for a short while. But it also doesn't spread very fast if the small number of burning trees from earlier was indicative of anything. He draws lines of flame with the fire stone again then demonstrates dipping it in water, the flames immediately puff out. He demonstrates again with earth burying the stone instead, again the fire puffs out. That was a handy demonstration. Though you don't know how he made it so only the blade bit of the stone burns.

He hands the stone back to you and then plucks a dirty shovel shaped rock from his rock hat and gives that to you as well before vanishing. That was... something.

>Go back to where you think you dropped the ravens and then go get the rats
>Let's just go back to auntie. This was too weird.
>The sun is up, you have a nice stone basking platform. The rest writes itself. <bask>
>Other?

[4/4]

>>38755799
>>Go back to where you think you dropped the ravens and then go get the rats
WE ARE GETTING METAL RAT

>>38755799
>>Go back to where you think you dropped the ravens and then go get the rats

I hold no regrets for my suggestion now.

>>38755799
>Go back to where you think you dropped the ravens and then go get the rats

Trippy/Bleventeen would vote for again.

>>38755799
>>Go back to where you think you dropped the ravens and then go get the rats

>>38755759
Out of curiosity what kind of children are these?

Yes, this is the only part that confuses me.

>>38755934
Various colors of elf. Only the tree huggiest race or the forest burniest could hope to have a visitation from Smokey. Either that or that was all a vivid hallucination and something with interesting chemical properties was burning in those trees.

>>38755799
Go pick up the food.
>writing

>>38755799
That was... that was definitely something... we should definitely return humming that theme.

>>38755984
You tuck away your fire stone and the shovel shaped the bear gave you. Now that you're not being terrified by impending doom you're impressed by the craftsmanship of the earthy protrusion into the sea. It looks very natural.

Backtracking back to where you think the ravens fell you find yourself wandering up a dried up creek bed, the walls of which arc up in a menacing way. Weird. The ravens are where you left them and it takes only a short amount of time to find the spot where you buried the rats. The smell of cooked pineapple is a good guide and you're glad you buried the rats among the plants they'd clearly been eating from. In your search you even find a couple whole pineapples. After digging up the rats you unwrap their leaf wraps to make sure they're alright. The plantain leaves you found nearby were incredibly handy for storing the rodents. You have a bit of a time figuring out how to carry the metal rat with its spines poking through its leaves but you manage to work out a system. If you weren't just going up the nearby cliff face you'd be quite worried about how overloaded you are. You ended up having to wrap the non-spiny bits of food in vines to hold them into a ball.

As you top the cliff you find auntie sitting out surrounded by your siblings. The young lizards watch with rapt attention as auntie stacks small colorful stones she pulls out of a bag. They almost fail to notice your arrival but the smell of pineapple and banana wafts over to them and they turn in your direction.

>That's it for today. I'm tired and I'm not going to top Smokey the bear anytime soon.
>Next thread Thursday afternoon barring circumstances
>I'll be around for whatever people want to bother me with.

>>38756233
Archives done so no one needs to remind me four hours from now. I'm gonna go throw up. Probably shouldn't have eaten the extra muffin batter.

>>38756370
Best of luck, thanks for the thread

>>38756549
No problemo. Thanks to all yous for showing up. I'm glad you guys enjoy it.

>>38756599
It had fucking Smokey the Bear, of course we enjoyed it.

Good thread OP, have fun puking!

>>38756599
Dude, not only have you shown you are a lying son of a bitch, you have shown you are a suave lying son of a bitch! Keep up the quest mate!

I... I can't believe I missed that.