part 335 summer nights (tell me more tell me more)

[aphanon_meme]

Like did he have a car? Dodo--dodo--dodo... yeah! How is your July going so far, meme? Good? Bad? Okay? Scrumtrulescent? ... Question mark? This is a very rambling post today, I'm sorry, I'm in a tired rush. A tired tired summer rush. Which, in my professional opinion, is the most annoying kind of rush. I prefer a crisp winter rush! But oh well.

Enjoy part 335!

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[tourkokratia]

[takes the cyanide out and looks at it]

But how do we KNOW it's poison...?

[osmaniac]

Well, it's supposed to be a weapon.

Unless ya wanna test it out. Pour some where the goat is eating, for example.

[tourkokratia]

I don't wanna kill a goat...

[frowns at it]

I guess it'll be poison then.

[hands it over?]

[osmaniac]

That goat is out to kill us!

[words he never though he's utter]

[takes it and nods]

We'll dip the tip of the darts we've made.

[he hopes you're getting the plan now]

[tourkokratia]

Did he say he was? Maybe he's just hungry. He can have my game food.

[slowly slowly getting it]

And then you're gonna throw them at people and make them die!

[osmaniac]

Don't go near him, he's got a collar as well. [he saw the deadcount this time]

[ruffles you hair at your answer]

Lemme see how far ya can blow one. [with no poison yet. he's not putting it past you to inhale instead]

[tourkokratia]

[reaches for!]

What should I blow it at?

[playfully points it at you and gives a light little puff]

[osmaniac]

Wait don't you shoot at m-

[...oh it was just a little puff]

[the dart just dangles off his clothes]

[sighs. you'll be the death of him, kiddo]

Oi, I'm injured enough as it is. Try to shoot at the other side of the lake.

[tourkokratia]

[inspects the dangling dart and nods approvingly]

It works!

[plucks it off of you and puts it back in the blowgun]

But that's really far... I don't think I have that much air in me.

[osmaniac]

Yeah yer lungs are still little. But I wanna see how far you can send it to.

[he can judge by the splash on the lake]

[tourkokratia]

Okay...

[steps up to the edge of the lake and takes in a few deep breaths, expanding his chest out little by little, before taking a final big, big breath... and PUFFS!]

[fwooosh~ SPLASH!]

[it's not bad actually, going halfway across the lake, guess all that lung power he uses to yell and scream at you paid off]

[turns back to you with a worried face]

...oops.

[osmaniac]

[actually that's much better than he expected]

[it's all thanks to his warcry lessons, clearly]

Not bad!

[now hes got a good idea of your range of fire]

Now let's see yer aim. [he looks around for any potential targets]

[tourkokratia]

But I lost it...

[points at the lake, maybe he can retrieve it, he's pretty good at swimming]

[starts to wade in]

[osmaniac]

[puts a hand on your shoulder]

We got enough. Ya won't lose the next one.

Aim for that tree's trunk this time.

[points at the nearest tree, several feet away]

[tourkokratia]

[comes back out and shakes himself to dry off]

That one...?

[puts in another dart, eyeballing their supply]

[tilts his head, trying to judge the distance]





[PUFFS! fwooosh~ THUNK! right on target]

[osmaniac]

[crosses his arms, rather impressed]

You've done this before?

[tourkokratia]

I got it! I got it!!

[shakes his head no]

[but the tree was pretty close anyway]

Now can I shoot at someone?

[aims it back at you]

[osmaniac]

[still not bad for the first try]

As long as it's not me!

Remember what I taught ya, be stealthy. Hit and run. It's stuff I had to do when I was just as little as you.

[tourkokratia]

[beams!]

And if I shoot at someone with the poison, they'll die...?

[goes to retrieve the dart from the tree]

[osmaniac]

At least paralyzed. Then you can finish em off with a rock on the skull or a knife or a... except we got no other weapons. Oh well, I'll kill em for ya.

[tourkokratia]

I don't have a knife, I only got the poison...

[speaking of the poison he opens the jar of potassium cyanide and gets the briefest, smallest of whiffs... and instantly wobbles a bit, suddenly becoming extremely dizzy and lightheaded]

[quickly covers the jar again just before he falls over, gasping for air]

[osmaniac]

...Idiot!

[goes to the lake]

[splashes water onto]

[tourkokratia]

[coughing and struggling to breathe]

[can't even speak]

[the water helps just a little, and he turns his face towards the source]

[osmaniac]

[comes over to make you sit up and pat at your back trying to help you breathe]

Damn, that's some strong stuff...

[tourkokratia]

[it's a good thing he didn't get any stronger of a dose]

[breathing slowly deepens and returns to normal]

[shakes a little as he tries to cling to you, not sure what just happened]

[takes a few deeper breaths]

HELP!