They are? *swears life long vendetta against vendettas* You doubt me greatly. Huzzah! You must shave your face every hour to keep you ability to stay here.
*face-palms and gives up* I doubt you not, I just doubt your cause. Shave? Wazzat?
*swears vendetta against face palms....cause they hurt our faces* Trust. *you know.....taking a sharp blade to ones tender facial skin and.....wait don't do this. I can foresee much pain in your future. XD*
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Post by TheGreatCon on May 9, 2018 21:37:08 GMT
~<>~
At first, the runners had attempted helping us, but they soon had given up. They had been chosen for this job because of their adventuresome spirits and restless energy. Soon it was just the girls, Ash and I sitting in the deep shadows of the walls trying to find some sort of meaning among the scribbled maps.
All the walls were are right angles. That meant there were only four directions they could possibly be positioned in. When you placed enough maps overtop of another, a perfectly meaningless grid was formed.
I sighed. Cosmic handed me a map, pointing to a dot on it. “Ink blotch, or special discovery?” The runners had marked down particularly interesting finds on a couple of the maps.
I managed to find a footnote. It read, “small stack of provisions.”
“Bribery.” I muttered. “They’ve tried to soften us up a bit, hoping we’d be more kind to our death sentence.
“Or something more.” Essa said. “Maybe they’re marking certain spots in our memory?”
I glanced at the place again. “We’re near there.” I motioned Ash over. “Go check out this place.”
He took a quick glance at the map, before nodding, snatching it out of my hand and dashing off.
“Where’d we put those other special mark ones?” I glanced at Essa.
“Back in the pile.” She pointed at the small mountain of paper. Sweets tossed another on it, the pile shifted.
*face-palms and gives up* I doubt you not, I just doubt your cause. Shave? Wazzat?
*swears vendetta against face palms....cause they hurt our faces* Trust. *you know.....taking a sharp blade to ones tender facial skin and.....wait don't do this. I can foresee much pain in your future. XD*
*didn't actually face-palm, just said he did* Just like that? Okay, I won't bother.
*swears vendetta against face palms....cause they hurt our faces* Trust. *you know.....taking a sharp blade to ones tender facial skin and.....wait don't do this. I can foresee much pain in your future. XD*
*didn't actually face-palm, just said he did* Just like that? Okay, I won't bother.
* swears vendetta against lying. * Yes. Good plan, I wish I'd thought of it.
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Post by TheGreatCon on May 17, 2018 1:07:47 GMT
~<>~
Ash reported back in as the sun was setting. “Nothing therer.” He cracked his knuckles, and stretched. “I ranner all the way therer and back for nothing.”
“Don’t getk discouraged, Ash.” Cosmic said, patting his foot from where she was seated on the ground.
“I’m not, just trying to getter him fired.” He pointed at me, and broke out cackling.
“We do not have time for an election.” I frowned. “What now?”
“Wait a minute…this one and this one have the same date!” Essa broke out. “Two dumps in one day!”
And just like that, I was back in business. I scooted over. “Any others like that?”
“These two.” Sweets held up two charts.
Cosmic waved two more.
What could it mean? I leaned deeper into the ivy lining the walls, and did some deep thinking. What would Sherlock Holmes do? How about Father Brown? Heck, even Spiderman? Who could solve this problem, and how?
None of those people were real, or very helpful at this particular moment.
It didn’t matter, cause Essa solved it for me. “Guys, pencil in the second dot on the other map, then connect ‘em with a straight line.”
We did as told, flipping through the other charts and finding around eight other pairs. She grabbed all our combined charts, and held them up to the light.
The lines all intersected at a point.
“YAS!!!” Essa squealed, and dived at me for a hug.
I neatly side-stepped her, shoving Ash in her path. He gagged, and squirmed away. “High-five?”
*didn't actually face-palm, just said he did* Just like that? Okay, I won't bother.
* swears vendetta against lying. * Yes. Good plan, I wish I'd thought of it.
Good luck with that. I'd volunteer to help, but I'd be lying. *trusts* You're right, that was easy. I should hope you don't have much need for a shaving razor on your face, but then again, I know nothing.
* swears vendetta against lying. * Yes. Good plan, I wish I'd thought of it.
Good luck with that. I'd volunteer to help, but I'd be lying. *trusts* You're right, that was easy. I should hope you don't have much need for a shaving razor on your face, but then again, I know nothing.
Thanks! That could prove problematic….. YAY! *makes intricate plans to betray you* Well you know something. Correctly I don't use a razor on my face. XD People I talk to don't believe me when I try to speak of our CONvo's. I wonder why.
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Post by TheGreatCon on May 17, 2018 23:46:08 GMT
Chapter 9
To put this in perspective, the intersect point was close to the top of the map. We were in the bottom left corner.
It’s a good thing I was wearing my running shoes.
“Do we run it tonight, or wait till morning?” I glanced at LEGO.
“Take a quick look ‘round, and try ta imagine falling asleep har, and you’ll get meh train of thought.”
“I’m already sore from sitting on this ground.” I stood up. “Yep, gotchya.”
“I was thinking more about da lack of four solid walls between meh and da monsters, but dat too.” LEGO waved a hand, instantly gathering the attention of all the runners. “We got a long ways to go tonight, guys. Pack up.”
Grubbs glanced at the mountain of maps. “That ain’t my mess no more.”
I sighed, and starting scooping up papers.
~<>~
We had been jogging along for barely a half hour before we saw our first Gallerian monster.
“So that’s it.” LEGO said, trying to sound unimpressed. It had scattered back around the corner at the sight of us.
“Let’s caller it a clanker.” Ash said. “I’m sick of scarering myself saying ‘monster.’”
“Good plan.” I said, my grip on my stick tightening. “Unless I miss my guess, that won’t be the last one we see tonight.”
Good luck with that. I'd volunteer to help, but I'd be lying. *trusts* You're right, that was easy. I should hope you don't have much need for a shaving razor on your face, but then again, I know nothing.
Thanks! That could prove problematic….. YAY! *makes intricate plans to betray you* Well you know something. Correctly I don't use a razor on my face. XD People I talk to don't believe me when I try to speak of our CONvo's. I wonder why.
Nah, I'm sure we CON work it out. *is CONpletely obivious, immersed in my bubble of trust* That's good, I didn't want to have to make a mental image of you shaving. You speak of these?
You doubt me greatly. ![[fp]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/npbLCuGzrLApxWtWqy0u.png)
I doubt you not, I just doubt your cause. 
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We'll miss you. ^-^
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