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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.

Zar was also sick and tired of dealing with the village and their endless, utterly thankless errands. If it had been one more request for stupid plants or shooting things at sand whales he would have told them where to shove their errands. This time he was only amenable because it meant he would be send after minipets. As it was it didn't seem to matter if they did the quests or not, their chances of returning home any time within the next millenia seemed scarce to none. He figured he might as well keep to the things that he enjoyed.

He enjoyed minipets.

In his natural form, horned head held high, he sauntered through the fog, flicking his tongue and testing the air for scents, deep in hunting mode. When he found a new and interesting scent he pursued it patiently, low to the ground and complete intent.

He crept up on Andrew and only when he was close did he realise he was tracking a person rather than a minipet.

"Oh for jackssssssake" he hissed irritably, narrowing his eyes. "Why would you even be out here?"

Looking at the not mini annoyed Andrew. Andrew was out to look for an actual mini. You know those things that were generally smaller than Halloween creatures. And didn't talk, and ask him questions.

Actually in some ways Minis were better than creeple. Andrew never really thought of it that way before as he generally didn't like them. A lot of minis were way to touchy for his tastes but now having had them around for a while, in a few ways they were better than creeple. You fed them and they liked you. it was as simple as that. if they didn't like you they left.

There was a certain beebs at home that could take abuse like no other and still lurked around.

They were just easier.

Andrew walked of and looked around, finding a poms spooky. Except it wasn't really as orange as it should have been. instead it was glowing purple and had purple goop coming off it. Ewe.

Andrew tried to lure it was a cracker he had in his pocket. "Come here little mini. Let me take a look at you."