There's nothing to see here. Unless? There is?
You walk into The Ole' Fishing Hole to ask Old Man Logan about how Fishing 2 is coming along. Browsing his narrow selection of rods, reels, and baits (and the shining Angelic Rod locked behind glass like the treasure it is), you wait for him to come to the counter.
He doesn't have one of those little fancy service bells on the counter, but instead, an obnoxiously large nautical bell hanging on the wall. Debating on whether to give it a ding, something catches your attention in the corner of your eye. As you turn in the direction of Logan's back office, a flash darts out of sight in the doorway. There is a whoosh of what sounds like papers, and the sound of a slamming door.
What the heck? Did someone just run away from you? You walk to the direction of the room, quietly calling "Hello?" as you approach the office.
Step 1, Evaluate the scene. There are a mess of papers and magazines on the floor, including a few old copies of "Hooked Monthly Magazine". There is a towel that seems to have been hurriedly thrown over an absolute dinosaur computer. Does this man not know what laptops are? Why didn't he just turn it off? You approach it and pull back the dirty towel, not sure why it feels oily but really hoping it doesn't have some kind of Guppy juices on it.
Step 2, There is a clue hidden in the sight before you. It's pretty plain to tell who had been using the computer, maybe he was embarassed by it? Logan's computer is pulled up with the list of Guilds in Gaia's community, and it seems he was searching his own name. Was he trying to find out if he had a fan club? (I think he wants some more people to join?)
Step 3, You walk away from the computer and out the back door. What kind of footprints are those?! (Reply to this thread with a comment saying what type of shoes Logan was wearing for a freebie gift.)
Step 4, Vote in the poll above to see how we will proceed after you check out the clue above. Voting lasts one week, then the next part of the story will come out depending upon your responses!
You walk into The Ole' Fishing Hole to ask Old Man Logan about how Fishing 2 is coming along. Browsing his narrow selection of rods, reels, and baits (and the shining Angelic Rod locked behind glass like the treasure it is), you wait for him to come to the counter.
He doesn't have one of those little fancy service bells on the counter, but instead, an obnoxiously large nautical bell hanging on the wall. Debating on whether to give it a ding, something catches your attention in the corner of your eye. As you turn in the direction of Logan's back office, a flash darts out of sight in the doorway. There is a whoosh of what sounds like papers, and the sound of a slamming door.
What the heck? Did someone just run away from you? You walk to the direction of the room, quietly calling "Hello?" as you approach the office.
Step 1, Evaluate the scene. There are a mess of papers and magazines on the floor, including a few old copies of "Hooked Monthly Magazine". There is a towel that seems to have been hurriedly thrown over an absolute dinosaur computer. Does this man not know what laptops are? Why didn't he just turn it off? You approach it and pull back the dirty towel, not sure why it feels oily but really hoping it doesn't have some kind of Guppy juices on it.
Step 2, There is a clue hidden in the sight before you. It's pretty plain to tell who had been using the computer, maybe he was embarassed by it? Logan's computer is pulled up with the list of Guilds in Gaia's community, and it seems he was searching his own name. Was he trying to find out if he had a fan club? (I think he wants some more people to join?)
Step 3, You walk away from the computer and out the back door. What kind of footprints are those?! (Reply to this thread with a comment saying what type of shoes Logan was wearing for a freebie gift.)
Step 4, Vote in the poll above to see how we will proceed after you check out the clue above. Voting lasts one week, then the next part of the story will come out depending upon your responses!
