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A villager has left a tip about some form of virus happening to the local minipet wildlife. It is up to you to check it out!
Your character must catch one of the local minipets wandering around. Roll 1d10 and see what phrase you get from the list. Then use the minisglossary to pick a pet with that phrase in it (do not pick SE pets or RE ones!)
1. Tropical
2. Sweet
3. Black
4. White
5. Spooky
6. Cheese
7. Onion
8. War
9. Wish
10. Eyeball
Once they have caught one, they need to carefully examine it to make sure it has no signs of the virus (the symptoms are possibly purple, evil looking, very vicious) then they can let it go. If however, it is purple or shows possible signs of the virus, they should hand it in to the villager. Roll 1d4 to see what the villager gives you for your time.
1. You get nothing. They take the pet and go away.
2. You get a halfhearted thumbs up.
3. The pet bites you as you near away from it! Ouch! Add +2 to your miasma meter.
4. The villager looks at you. He says "they key to the door is 8888." He leaves.
Your character must catch one of the local minipets wandering around. Roll 1d10 and see what phrase you get from the list. Then use the minisglossary to pick a pet with that phrase in it (do not pick SE pets or RE ones!)
1. Tropical
2. Sweet
3. Black
4. White
5. Spooky
6. Cheese
7. Onion
8. War
9. Wish
10. Eyeball
Once they have caught one, they need to carefully examine it to make sure it has no signs of the virus (the symptoms are possibly purple, evil looking, very vicious) then they can let it go. If however, it is purple or shows possible signs of the virus, they should hand it in to the villager. Roll 1d4 to see what the villager gives you for your time.
1. You get nothing. They take the pet and go away.
2. You get a halfhearted thumbs up.
3. The pet bites you as you near away from it! Ouch! Add +2 to your miasma meter.
4. The villager looks at you. He says "they key to the door is 8888." He leaves.
He didn't quite know why he was... wait, no, yes he did. The boil had wandered off this way because he had been sure that this was the direction from which the bus had come, though as it had turned out, he had been horribly mistaken. All he saw now was an expanse of disgracefully maintained grass and more of the fairly dense fog he had already so spectacularly lost himself in.
Lyle's feet touched down in the untamed grass as he wracked his brain for something he could do next that might get him back home, or rather, back to the school. There were no stages here, no wildly talented thespians such as himself to converse with, and the haunt was already tired. Well! Only one way to go. He stepped forward confidently and was immediately waylaid by a slavering, manic minipet.
"My word," Lyle breathed, taking another step. Surely that thing was dangerous. Surely he should tell someone about it. He took another step. Another. This time when he tripped, he tripped over a tiny person. Lyle went sprawling, armor clanking loudly over the relative silence around him.
"Blast and damnation!" he bellowed.
"No. Morg."
"Ah. Morg. My sincerest apologies." Lyle tried to bow, but considering that he was still mostly face first in the grass, it didn't work out. He tried to rectify that, feeling the diminutive figure's attention on him as he worked out where his limbs went and sat up, his toothsome grin returning.
"Do you happen to know what sort of animal that was?"
Morg shrugged.
"Do you know the way back to the bus crash?"
Morg pointed.
In hindsight, Lyle would come to realize that "which way to the bus crash" was an odd question to ask someone who was probably unaware there had been one in the first place. For now he nodded, thanked the cloaked creature, and moved on.
