Okay, I should've gotten around to this way sooner. Anyways, due to writer's block on LEGO's part, I'm gonna do two in a row.
Chapter XI
Now was not the time to press the advantage. We were severely outnumbered as of yet. And we were also super lost.
We were all crowded around a small dirt plot, which I was currently trying to map out. “I think we’re here.”
Ash glanced around. “Yeah, sure looks like it. The dirt looks exactly the same out here.”
“We passed a big rock a mile or so back.” Sogel shrugged, arms full of wood for the fire he was building.
“Which direction?” I asked, stick poised above the drawing.
“No clue.” He shrugged, and dropped his load before sitting down and rearranging it into a very neat teepee.
I made a circle around our position. “So, somewhere in this diameter. Very helpful.”
“Hey, I wasn’t planning on starting a mutiny and striking it out on our own.” Sogel complained, then turned to concentrate on his flint and steel.
“I think Con was the only guy who was.” Brian spoke up from where he was tinkering with his black arm bracelet which he claimed possessed the power to fire electronic pulses. I didn’t doubt that maybe once upon a time it had, but I did doubt its ability to do so now. Actually, I did doubt it ever had.
“Actually, I was planning on going on a strike for better biscuits.” Ash said from where he was breathing down my neck.
Grubbs leaned over to take a look at our progress on the map. “This looks very detailed and likely to get us unlost.”
“Shut up, you’re no help.” I muttered, kicking at the whole thing, sending up a small cloud of dust.
“Hey, I know where I am.” He held up his arms and continued stirring what was presumably our dinner. “I just don’t know where anything is located around me. You guys are the locals.”
“Yeah, I’m too local. I stay inside town.”
“Somehow I get the feeling I’ll end up somehow getting blamed for this.” Brian moaned.
Okay, I should've gotten around to this way sooner. Anyways, due to writer's block on LEGO's part, I'm gonna do two in a row.
Chapter XI
Now was not the time to press the advantage. We were severely outnumbered as of yet. And we were also super lost.
We were all crowded around a small dirt plot, which I was currently trying to map out. “I think we’re here.”
Ash glanced around. “Yeah, sure looks like it. The dirt looks exactly the same out here.”
“We passed a big rock a mile or so back.” Sogel shrugged, arms full of wood for the fire he was building.
“Which direction?” I asked, stick poised above the drawing.
“No clue.” He shrugged, and dropped his load before sitting down and rearranging it into a very neat teepee.
I made a circle around our position. “So, somewhere in this diameter. Very helpful.”
“Hey, I wasn’t planning on starting a mutiny and striking it out on our own.” Sogel complained, then turned to concentrate on his flint and steel.
“I think Con was the only guy who was.” Brian spoke up from where he was tinkering with his black arm bracelet which he claimed possessed the power to fire electronic pulses. I didn’t doubt that maybe once upon a time it had, but I did doubt its ability to do so now. Actually, I did doubt it ever had.
“Actually, I was planning on going on a strike for better biscuits.” Ash said from where he was breathing down my neck.
Grubbs leaned over to take a look at our progress on the map. “This looks very detailed and likely to get us unlost.”
“Shut up, you’re no help.” I muttered, kicking at the whole thing, sending up a small cloud of dust.
“Hey, I know where I am.” He held up his arms and continued stirring what was presumably our dinner. “I just don’t know where anything is located around me. You guys are the locals.”
“Yeah, I’m too local. I stay inside town.”
“Somehow I get the feeling I’ll end up somehow getting blamed for this.” Brian moaned.
Many thanks to you, Con, for keeping this rolling. Apologies I haven't been quite living up to the starter posts set standards.
Okay, I should've gotten around to this way sooner. Anyways, due to writer's block on LEGO's part, I'm gonna do two in a row.
Chapter XI
Now was not the time to press the advantage. We were severely outnumbered as of yet. And we were also super lost.
We were all crowded around a small dirt plot, which I was currently trying to map out. “I think we’re here.”
Ash glanced around. “Yeah, sure looks like it. The dirt looks exactly the same out here.”
“We passed a big rock a mile or so back.” Sogel shrugged, arms full of wood for the fire he was building.
“Which direction?” I asked, stick poised above the drawing.
“No clue.” He shrugged, and dropped his load before sitting down and rearranging it into a very neat teepee.
I made a circle around our position. “So, somewhere in this diameter. Very helpful.”
“Hey, I wasn’t planning on starting a mutiny and striking it out on our own.” Sogel complained, then turned to concentrate on his flint and steel.
“I think Con was the only guy who was.” Brian spoke up from where he was tinkering with his black arm bracelet which he claimed possessed the power to fire electronic pulses. I didn’t doubt that maybe once upon a time it had, but I did doubt its ability to do so now. Actually, I did doubt it ever had.
“Actually, I was planning on going on a strike for better biscuits.” Ash said from where he was breathing down my neck.
Grubbs leaned over to take a look at our progress on the map. “This looks very detailed and likely to get us unlost.”
“Shut up, you’re no help.” I muttered, kicking at the whole thing, sending up a small cloud of dust.
“Hey, I know where I am.” He held up his arms and continued stirring what was presumably our dinner. “I just don’t know where anything is located around me. You guys are the locals.”
“Yeah, I’m too local. I stay inside town.”
“Somehow I get the feeling I’ll end up somehow getting blamed for this.” Brian moaned.
Many thanks to you, Con, for keeping this rolling. Apologies I haven't been quite living up to the starter posts set standards.
*insert spiderman quote* 
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