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Baneful rolled 3 4-sided dice:
3, 3, 4
Total: 10 (3-12)
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 Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 10:29 am
oll 3d4. Look at the results for each die and add it up for your final score. This score will determine how well you've done with the task. You also must write a minimum of 300 words for this quest to be considered finished. Your reward? Come clean clothes and bars.
Dice 1 - Amount of detergent
1. You threw in half the bottle. More means cleaner right? +1
2. A little too much detergent was used. +2
3. Not quite enough detergent was used. +2
4. Just the right amount for your load size. +3
dice 2 - Amount of bleach
1. HALF THE BOTTLE. IN NOW. +1
2. A few drops should do, right? +2
3. Some extra was spilled into the load. +2
4. Half a cup. Just perfect. +3
Dice 3 - Amount of fabric softener
1. Time to make this the softest thing ever. Use half the bottle. +1
2. Just a little bit should work, right? +2
3. Full cup of the stuff! +2
4. You followed the instructions and put in the right amount. +3
Results:
8-9 points = Nice clean load of laundry! Fresher than pine. You earn 2 bars for this perfect load!
5-7 points = You did a decent job of it. You earn 1 bar for the task.
3-4 points = Using that much of the chemicals has caused the laundry machine to overflow with soap and bubbles. The good news is the stuff is now cleaned. The bad news is now you have to mop up the place. You do receive 1 bar for your efforts.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 10:44 am
7 total - 5-7 points = You did a decent job of it. You earn 1 bar for the task.
Laundry was something Gilda didn't really enjoy doing but was also something that she would not permit Ras to do on her behalf. She was picky when it came to laundry and liked her clothes just so, especially when they were in the middle of some sort of unspecified outbreak of madness, the sort which could not be pinned down to any one particular source. It wasn't that she expected the man to do anything maliciously, but he was so scruffy that he could not entirely be trusted to make it so that she wasn't as scruffy as him.
She didn't need to think about it as she poured out the detergent into the machine, so used to meticulously washing her things, it was only when it brimmed over that she realised that it wasn't actually her home machine and sighed, mopping up the mess before adding the bleach and fabric softener. It felt almost criminal using what had become such scarce products for idle washing of clothes, for all they knew the world outside their walls had broken down entirely, there was no one who would ever make fabric softener or detergent again, the memory of how to create such things would simply die off with those who specialised in it. At some forseeable point in the future they would return to square one, without the means to return to the level of civilisation they currently lived in.
They were all, day by day living out a slowly dying lie, and she knew it, even as she went through what were familiar daily motions, pretending that it was possible to somehow craft normalcy out of repeated habit, as if ignoring the zombies and the nightmares that prowled just beyond sight could make it all go away.
No one was coming to save them and they were consuming resources at an unsustainable rate and she was just part of the problem, like a dumb and numb animal staring at a future in the slaughterhouse, too numbed and helpless to do anything about it and too small, much much too small in the huge and steadily moving machine that led to destruction.
All in all, the laundry turned out pretty decently, though she still checked everything over carefully to make sure it was actually clean and not just clean looking, and then she checked it again just to be sure.
It was clean, but this did not make her happy.
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