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Chapter 1; Where is this fag ass lodge?
Topic Started: Feb 17 2016, 01:24 AM (125 Views)
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CHAPTER 1
WHERE IS THIS FAG ASS LODGE?




Chris Marques sits, on his lonesome, atop a dirty, grime covered seat at the back of the bus. He shifts uncomfortable, put off by the rank smell of shit that the bus exudes, but he tries his best to fight through it. The drop off point isn't far off now, the next stop in fact. He just needs to fight through the churning feeling in his stomach to bile all over the seats in front of him, he certainly doesn't need to add to the smell.

He looks back down at his phone again, a Sony one, obviously, does he look like a fucking faggot? On the phone, is opened Cox, on skype. The only person online is Perry, who appears sad that his invite went amiss.

"Why Dylan and not me?" he asks.

Chris shakes his head. If he had internet out here, he would happily take this opportunity to shit on Dyldo, but unfortunately for him, he does not. Poor Perry will have to go the next three days with his query unanswered, because if Chris can't get internet out here, then neither would Hale, Nig, Blackie, Joey, Herman, or, perhaps for the best, Dyldo.

Chris swipes back to the invitation sent to him by B00Bz. A party up on the mountain, celebrating him finally getting the pot off of his arm following the very unfortunate third broomstick incident. An opportunity, whatever it was, to get together with the Steed Bros wouldn't go amiss however, not on Chris' watch. Not even if they've all had to fly all the way over to the snowy regions of North America.

"We're here!" shouts the bus driver from the front.

And just like that, the bus comes to a halt. The excitement of finally being here brings Chris to his feet at lightning speed, which unfortunately stirs the spew inside of him. Pocketing his phone and grabbing his backpack, Chris charges to the front of the bus, aiming to get to the doors before his insides become his outsides.

But the doors are closed.

Vomit flies from Chris' mouth at an alarmingly fast rate. Yellow and orange slime splashes the two doors, as they slowly begin to creak open. And suddenly it's over as fast as it begun, and the once grey blue doors are now a very different and vile looking colour. Chris slowly turns, meeting the face of the bus driver, who looks at him with a frown.

"IS IT NOT ENOUGH THAT I'LL NEVER DANCE AGAIN!"

"I'm so sorr-"

"AM I NOT SAD ENOUGH!?"

"Shawnie-"

"TRASH! GARBAGE! FILTH!"

Chris turns on his heel, and leaping impressively over the sick, vacates the bus. The saddened howls of Shawnie disapear into the background, as Chris runs further and further into the snowy forest ahead of him. B00Bz's lodge had to be here somewhere, he hadn't exactly been given clear cut instructions on how to find it though. That was another thing too, and something that had crossed all of their minds...

How had B00Bz managed to secure himself a lodge in North America? He supposed that question would have to go unanswered until they encountered B00Bz himself, and without a map pointing him the right way, he had no clue how long that may be.

As Chris trudges his way through the snow, he feels his stomach begin to rumble. His stomach must be pretty empty now, after he upchucked all over the inside of Shawnie's bus. Maybe he just needs a little treat until he makes it to the lodge. Putting his backpack on a nearby tree stump, Chris routes around in his bag for something to eat.

But what is it that he takes out of his bag?

A. A McMuffin. Unhealthy but tasty.
B. A Greggs Sausage Roll. Relatively inbetween on health and taste.
C. A pear. Very healthy but boring as fuck. Why pack a pear? Why not an apple or something interesting? Urgh...
D. A cheeky shot of sambuca from Krazyhouse. None of the above, but gets you a bit Nogged.

Upon consuming the desired item, Chris zips up his backpack, puts it back on his bag, and continues, feeling all the more pleasant.

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Joey fucking despised snow. He has to shovel it, and it's cold. Well... he doesn't necessarily have to shovel it right now, but it's still cold. Why couldn't the drop off from the bus have been at the lodge? Why does the lodge have to be so far away? Heck, he doesn't even know where the lodge is in retrospect to this whole stupid, snowy mountain. Fuck this mountain. And fuck the snow.

As if not agitated enough as Joey made his way through the trees, suddenly, a random piece of paper, caught in the wind, smacks him across the face. Joey flies through the air, back flipping atleast once, before colliding with a tree and bouncing off of it. Joey, disgusted with his feet for betraying him and leaving the ground, begins to roar in anger and pain. It is only after a couple of seconds, that he realises the paper is still attached to his face. With a squeal, Joey removes it, treating it like a dirty napkin.

It is only when he holds it in front of his face, that Joey realises what it is. It's half of a missing poster, as indicated by the big words printed across the top of the paper saying 'MISSING'. Below this word, is the picture of a young boy. Fair haired, freckles, and a gay ass face. He looks no older than 10. The rest of the poster is missing, as it appears to be ripped in two, just below the boy's chin. Joey looks at the poster for a little longer, deciding what to do with it...

What does he do?

A. Throws it into the wind. Fuck that little boy. (Not literally though... well... it is Joey)
B. Eats the poster for its possible nutritional value.
C. Stores the poster into his backpack, he may have use for it later...
D. Puts the poster on the floor and takes a big, fat, juicy, wet shit on the boy's face. That'll teach him.

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After doing what he has ultimately decided to do, Joey continues walking. After that exchange, he desires nothing more than to just snuggle up comfortably in the space between Mark's shaved eyebrows. As Joey begins to fantasize, dribble starts to ooze from his lip.

"Joey!"

Joey twirls, causing saliva to hurtle through the air, and slap Nig in the eyeball. Nig squawks violently, and in impulsive retaliation, swings the carrier bag he's holding in his right hand through the air, and dropkicks Joey across the temple with it. Joey goes down, as Nig runs around in circles, crying and screaming, as he holds his eye in agonising pain.

After 53 seconds, the scenario comes to a halt, and both men have regained their composure. Joey is back to his feet, and Nig inspects his bag to ensure that everything is okay inside. He gives a smile, indicating that it is.

"What's in there?" asks Joey, rubbing his temple.

"What do you think? Booze!" proclaims Nig, "You expect me to come up here and not get Nogged?"

"Are you Nogged now?"

"Would be if I could, but if I was I don't think I'd ever find my way out of these woods..."

"Would've been handy to have directions to the lodge..."

Nig nods in agreement. Him and Joey stand looking at each other, both in thought. An idea hits Nig.

"Ooh! Maybe, if you lift me onto your shoulders, I might be able to spot the lodge."

"...nigga what?"

"Joey please mind the language."

"I'm black!"

"You're tea coloured."

"What the fu-"

SNAP! A sound nearby. Catching both Nig and Joey's attention. The pair look at one another confused, before they start to head off in the direction of the noise. As they pass by a couple of trees, they finally find the source. One tree stands, with a low hanging, thick branch, having been completely snapped off, and is now laying across the floor. The pair look at it startled, as they walk over to it to take a closer look.

"What do you think did this?" asks Nig, as he looks wide eyed at the branch on the floor.

What reply does Joey give?

A. Looks like it could've been a bear.
B. A person maybe?
C. Probably the snow. Fuck the snow. - 1 to Curious
D. Who knows?

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Joey turns to look at his friend's reaction, but his eyes instead find something over Nig's shoulder. A figure, silhoutted amongst the trees, closing in on Nig's position.

"NIG LOOK OUT!"

Nig jumps in fear, and does a twirl in mid air to look in the same direction as Joey. Nig and Joey huddle, as the figure bursts out of the trees. Nig screams in horror, as the figure is none other than Rachel. The very same Rachel that took the Lime away from him.

"YOU!?" screams Nig, as he stares into the menacing, Spanish eyes of Rachel.

"Haha like calm it lol" replies Rachel, in a slurred and idiotic manner.

Nig looks at her, his eyes turning red with anger. Joey gulps.

"What're you doing here!? Come to ruin more people's hopes and dreams!? Come to hack into B00Bz's lodge and take that away from him have you!?" barks Nig.

"Uhh like no I got invited up here." replies Rachel, "by your friend Bobz lmao!"

"I don't have a friend called Bobz you lying bitch!"

"Uuuh yeah you do xD!"

"It's B00Bz!"

Rachel looks offended as she puts a hand to her cleavage.

"Uuuh why don't you mind your own business you coño pervertida!"

Nig looks at her, angered and confused, before turning to Joey suddenly.

"Joey! She insulted me in Spanish, what'd she say?"

"What?" Joey looks at Nig confused, "I dunno, I don't speak Spanish..."

"What was all that bullshit when you RPed as Alberto del Rio then!"

"You're so cute when you're angry lol" mocks Rachel, getting Nig's attention again.

"You're fat and ugly no matter what fucking mood you're in!"

The two continue to rant at one another, an irriated Joey caught in the middle. This situation is getting out of hand, and he feels the need to do something...

...But what?

A. Side with Nig.
B. Side with Rachel.
C. Try to defuse the argument.
D. Do nothing.

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Being from Scotland, the cold wasn't too much of a problem for Herman, but nonetheless, climbing this mountain was quite tedious. That's why Herman had taken temporary refuge in a small cave of sorts. He was only sat in the entrance, he didn't dare go any further into the dark cave behind him, where the moonlight didn't reach. Who knows what he would find in there, or worse, what would find him. Plus, the cave didn't seem too inviting anyway, and Herman was only here to take a small break, just to get out of the way of the knife-like wind.

It was at that moment that Herman decided the break was over, he needed to find this lodge, the others could already all be there. As he was getting to his feet, Herman noticed something on the cave wall above where he was just sitting, and it was something he desired nothing more than to unsee.

A bloody handprint.

Herman was not having it. He sprinted as fast as his wee legs would carry him, through the snow, and past the trees, having not even secured the backpack to his back just yet. 'A bloody handprint' he thought. What could have caused that? Did someone die on this mountain? Was it one of the other Steedbros? Who killed them? Was it a bear? Was it Joey!?

SMASH!

Suddenly the wind is knocked out of Herman, as he collides gut first with a gate. He clutches his stomach in pain as he rolls backwards into the snow at his feet. Herman grits his teeth as he rolls around in the snow, before finally getting to his feet, and looking angrily at the gate before him. His anger soon subsides however, when he sees that the gate leads onto a pathway. Herman sighs with relief, finally, a way to the lodge, or so he hopes.

Herman tries the handle of the gate, however, the gate doesn't budge. Upon closer inspection, the handle appears to be busted. Herman sighs again, this time however, with a lot less relief. Suddenly the gate has become an obstacle.

What does Herman do?

A. Jumps over the gate (if Joey sees you do this, your relationship level with him goes to 0).
B. Kicks the gate (as he would a disabled person).
C. Picks up a stick and smashes the gate open.
D. Channels his inner Liquid Blackie, and slips through a crack in the gate.

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Finally on the pathway, Herman gives a third, and hopefully, final sigh, this time again with relief. He starts up the path, a promising skip in his step, now he believes to have finally found the way to the lodge, with the bloody handprint almost entirely out of his mind. Nothing's gonna spook him now.

SUDDENLY A SCREAM!

"ARGH!" Herman whails, jumping backwards so far that he bangs his spine on the gate. The same hand that clutched his belly once before due to the same gate, now clutches his spine, as he looks up through the trees at where the horrific scream came from. He slowly gets to his feet, still facing the direction of the scream.

What does Herman do?

A. Run in the direction of the scream.
B. Continue up the path.
C. Shout through the trees.
D. Do nothing.

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Blackie just couldn't fathom it. How could B00Bz have gotten himself a lodge? In North America? Of all people... B00Bz? Well, whatever the reason was that he was able to secure himself the lodge, it didn't really matter, all that mattered was getting there. But Blackie figured it'd be nice to see his friend, and it'd be nice to spend some time with him and the other Steed lads over the next few days.

At the very least, Blackie thought, as he unstuck his foot again from the snow, B00Bz could've bought a lodge on a much smaller, warmer, and less spooky looking mountain. Especially the warmer part, because this mountain was unfortunately cold. In hindsight, Blackie maybe should have brought something more for his upper half than just his black and red tanktop, but luckily, his hair was fiery enough to warm his shoulders, so it wasn't all bad.

Nevertheless, he was still absolutely freezing, as living in Australia hadn't particularly prepared him for cold like this. On the pro side though, there would be a lot less irritating wildlife up here. Of course there was a chance he might run into a bear or a wolverine up here, but atleast there was no worry about any bugs or irritating insects finding him...

...Oh fuck, a mosquito.

A fucking mosquito.

There it was, buzzing away, flapping it's tiny little cunt wings. Laughing to itself. Just having a good old chuckle, Blackie was sure, as it zipped over to him, and sat itself down on the rosey red tip of his nose. Blackie looked at the little fagbag, initiating nap time there on his snoz.

What does Blackie do?

A. Curls up into a ball, and squeals, until the mosquito leaves out of sympathy.
B. Attempts to treat the mosquito like bretherin, and flaps his arms like wings. The mosquito, in result, believes Blackie to be his brother, and so out of respect, leaves him to his business.
C. F5's the mosquito through two stacked tables. - 1 to Discipline
D. Channels his inner Zen, and patiently waits for the mosquito to leave.

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Once the situation has been dealt with appropriately, Blackie continues on his path through the trees. As he makes his way past a rather large looking tree, Blackie comes across a series of thorn bushes, and begins to carefully make his way by them. It is as he is doing this, that Blackie notices, snagged on one of the thorns, a bit of ripped black cloth. Blackie immediately goes to checking his tanktop, hoping that he hasn't caught and ripped the back of it, but it appears not. Blackie looks at the cloth suspiciously for a bit longer, before continuing through the bushes.

Suddenly, noises.

Blackie can hear some noises in the distance. No... not noises... voices. Yes, female voices, through the trees. Blackie raises an interested eyebrow, and makes his way towards the female voices. It isn't until he pushes his way through some icy vines hanging from the branch of a tree, that he sees who the sources of these voices are. And his heart drops.

Beth and Katie.

How the fuck did they get here?

"What do you mean split up!? Are you trying to get rid of me!?" squeals Beth in Katie's face.

"No!" pleads Katie in reply, "I just mean, we could find the lodge quicker that way!"

They're talking about the lodge? No way B00Bz invited them up too! He can't have, this was a lads night, right?

"And how're we supposed to tell the other one if we do find the lodge?" retorts Beth.

"We find each other again..."

Blackie needed to know what they were doing out here. Perhaps they were here to sabotage the lads night...

"And what if one of us gets lost!? Or the one of us can't find the other one!?"

"I don't know, I didn't think about tha-"

"Of course you didn't! You're stupid!"

Whether he was spurred on by his desire for answers, or by his annoyance of how Katie was being treated by Beth, Blackie was walking towards the pair.

"Thought I'd never have to see that fuck ugly face again..." Blackie remarks about Beths, catching the attention of the two, "what're you two doing here on B00Bz's mountain?"

"It's not his mountain! He just owns a lodge on it!" snarks Beth.

"That's still more than you own fuckface! Unless she counts..." retorts Blackie, indicating towards Katie, who shyly looks at her feet.

"Funny!" barks Beth.

"Very." replies Blackie with a smirk.

"And to answer your question, B00Bz invited us!"

Blackie laughs, "No he did not!"

"Yes!" Beth replies, rooting inside her pocket, "He did!"

Beth pulls out her phone, and print screened on there, is an email from B00Bz, inviting her up for the next 3 days.

"I print screened it cos I knew that you and your other Steed douchebags would find it hard to believe."

Blackie is at first shocked, but tries to keep his composure. Beth smiles at him, a mocking, shit eating smile. She is happy to have proved him right.

What does he do?

A. Continue to insult Beth.
B. Attempt to ruin her satisfaction and be nice.
C. Take her phone and run.
D. Ignore the pair and just walk away.

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Hale sits, shuddering, inside a little hut that he was able to find amidst the snowy mountain side. Coat bundled around him, scarf drifting slightly in the wind, Hale sits uncomfortably, with many thoughts whizzing through his head. Where is everyone? Why hasn't he seen anyone yet? Did Chris save that McMuffin for him like he asked? And where the bloody fuck actually is this mother fucking lodge. If none of these questions got answered in the next 5 minutes, Hale has decided he will just kill himself.

Hale gets to his feet again, and walks over to the telescope on the side of the hut, that peers out over a portion of the snowy mountain. Hale put his eye to it, and takes another look, hoping to god he would see someone, desperate to see someone walking through the snow, hopefully someone who knows where they're going. Hale looks for 3 seconds, and sees no one, so gives up, and goes to sit back down again.

As he turns back to his seat, Hale notices that there is suddenly something blocking his path. But not just anything, a cute little squirrel, acorn in hand. The squirrel nibbles on the acorn, as it looks up at Hale, wide eyed. Hale looks down at it, wondering what to do.

What does Hale do?

A. Pets it. In return, the squirrel thanks Hale for the tender rub, and excitedly bounds out of the hut.
B. Shoos it, causing the squirrel to scream in agonising fear, before hurtling through the hut door.
C. Kicks it with all of his might. The squirrel actually explodes.
D. Ignore it. Causing the squirrel to have an emotional breakdown. This is it. It's the final straw. The one that broke the squirrel's back. It's had a shitty life recently, and all it needed was some attention. Just a little notice from you. And you didn't give it. The squirrel snaps. It goes home, and Benoits its family.
- 1 to Curious
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After his encounter with the squirrel, Hale goes to sit down again, until he hears a noise from outside of the hut, coming from the same direction as the wall with the telescope. Hale makes his way slowly back over to the telescope, and puts his eye through it. He moves the telescope around a bit, trying to find where the noise could possibly come from.

Suddenly he sees a figure disapear behind a tree, or atleast, he thinks he did. It was so quick, his eyes could be deceiving him, but he could have sworn that he saw someone quickly dart behind that tree there in the distance. Someone wearing what looked to be black robes. Hale begins to move the telescope around some more, trying to find them again, but no luck, they seem to have gone.

Hale continues to move the telescope around in other directions, wondering if perhaps he is maybe able to find someone else, who this time he can hopefully identify. Suddenly, Hale's heart skips a beat, as he sees Chris walking miserably through the snow, way off in the distance. Hale lifts his head up, away from the telescope, and charges for the door, grabbing his bag on the way. He'll have to be quick if he wants to catch him.

"CHRIS!" he yells, hoping his friend will hear him, "MY MCMUFFIN!"

BOOF!

Hale suddenly slams heads with someone on the way out of the hut, and falls backwards to the wooden flooring of the hut. Hale rubs his forehead, before sitting up to see who it was. His eyes go wide upon realising, and his breath catches in his throat. The eyes that stare back at him though are only excited, and a big smile stretches from ear to ear as she realises who she is looking at.

Rosa screams in excitement.

"JACK!" she blurts.

"Uuh... hey Rosa..." replies Hale, as he gets to his feet.

"I cannot believe you here!"

"Yeah..." Hale replies all too unenthusiastically.

Hale looks at Rosa confused. 'What on earth is she doing here?' he thinks. Did she follow him?

"Your friend Boooooobs invited me!" she yawps.

That doesn't make sense.

"Oh... did he? Awesome! Yeah! If you don't mind Rosa, just one second... I just need to find my friend, y'know Chris right? It's just, he has my McMuffin-"

Rosa suddenly hugs Jake as he tries to move by her, irritating him slightly, and slowing down his quest for the McMuffin.

"It so nice to you!" exclaims Rosa.

"Yeah! Haha, you too Rosa!" replies Jake, as he tries to push her off of him.

Finally, Rosa lets go, and Jake attempts to move around her, before she steps in the way.

"Have you bring Rando?" Rosa asks politely.

Hale looks at Rosa, and the big, innocent smile she is giving him. If he doesn't do something, his McMuffin might get away, but does he want to hurt her.

What does Hale do?

A. Harshly tells her to leave.
B. Forgets the McMuffin, and talks to her.
C. Tells her to come with him to get the McMuffin.
D. Distracts her, and runs.

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Dyldo could see the lights. Actual artificial, man made lights, there in the distance. Finally, he could be at the lodge! 'Please be the lodge' he thought. He needed to get inside, not even for the sake of the freezing cold he was feeling, but he just needed somewhere with wifi. It'd been a long treck through the woods, and what had made it longer, was the lack of Reddit browsing. But there it was, ahead of him, or atleast, he hoped it was. What else could it be.

Dyldo didn't really know many of the guys on this trip, he was definitely representing the new guys on this trip here, and he hopes he made a good impression. It seemed that Chris was beyond impressing at this point, but people like Nig or Blackie, who he didn't know so well, might warm up to his cheese loving antics. Who knew, maybe by the end of this 3 day trip, they could all be having supper together, in harmony.

As he made his way through the trees and bushes, and got closer and closer to the light, Dydlo suddenly felt his foot slip, and his leg give way beneath him. Dyldo slipped backwards, his impact being softened by the snow behind him, as he looked out over a small icy puddle, that stretched before him.

Dyldo looked over the puddle, a frown on his face. Of course, there had to be something between him and the light, it couldn't just be a quick walk.

What does Dyldo do?

A. Takes the faggot path and walk around the puddle.
B. Is a bit of a mad bastard and skates over the ice at full speed.
C. Is a bit less of a mad bastard, but still not an entire faggot, and just slowly walks over the ice.
D. Cracks open the ice, dives inside the puddle, and swims to the other side where he cracks the ice again and gets out. He'll become a top notch legend for this, but he may risk hypothermia.

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Once on the other side of the puddle, and a step closer to the light, Dyldo begins his brisk walk again. With each step, he gets closer and closer to reddit. Closer and closer to that cheese. Closer and closer to supper!

He's there! He's at the light! He's at the lodge-

It's not the lodge.

Dyldo curses under his breath, as he looks ahead of him, confused at what it is he is seeing. It's quite a small building, sort of petrol station-esque, but Dyldo didn't imagine there'd be any need for a petrol station up on the mountain. It was then, that he saw a big sign, on one of the walls of the building, saying;

"CABLE CAR STATION".

Cable car station? They had to take a cable car? Oh deary dear.

"How do you get this fucking thing to work!" Dyldo hears coming from inside the station.

He is at first excited, but then confused, because that wasn't a man's voice. Who could that have been? Could it be a worker at the cable car station? Who'd be working up here 24/7. He slowly walks towards the door, about to peer inside, until out of the door bursts a woman. Dyldo jumps backwards instinctively, as the woman looks at him. She is young, in her 20s, with gold hair streaming down her back, and certainly not unattractive, even her Goldust face paint.

Dydlo stares at her for a while, unsure of what to say. She just looks at him back, as though waiting for him to speak. When he doesn't, she starts.

"You here for the 3 day thing B00Bz organised?" she asks.

"Umm... yeah... yeah! I'm Dyldo. Umm- Dylan! I'm Dylan."

She nods, before extending her hand, "Well hey Dyldo Dylan, I'm Goldie. If you're one of the new guys you might not know that name."

"I've heard of you... I think."

"Well, that's spectacular. Say, you won't mind helping me get this cable car working would ya? It's a pain in the ass, and I'm pretty sure it's the only way to get up to the lodge."

"Umm... yeah, sure I'll help."

"Well great, hopefully it's not something I've just missed-"

"Goldie!?"

Dyldo and Goldie twist, and see, emerging from the trees, Chris. He walks towards the pair, as Goldie smiles.

"Chris!" Goldies says with a smile, "Nice to see you!"

"Same to you. You got invited up here as well?"

"By B00Bz, yeah."

"Cool. Unexpected, but cool."

Chris smiles at her, before turning to look at Dyldo, finally acknowledging him.

"Dyldo."

"It's Dylan..." corrects Dyldo, hoping to not be referred to as such in front of Goldie.

"Is it? I think I know what I named you Dyldo..."

"Yeah but that's a Steed name, I thought today we'd... y'know... I'd prefer if you just used my real name."

"Yeah, no. I wouldn't."

"Look! Chris! Can you just-... urgh..."

Dyldo is clearly getting agitated with Chris, who stands there looking at him, as though waiting for him to bite. Goldie notices this, and turns to Dyldo.

"Hey, Dyldo-Dylan! How abouts me and you go take a look at those cable car mechanics?" she says, sounding overly nice.

Dyldo looks at her, then at Chris, who has a small smirk on his face.

"Yeah." Dyldo responds, "Alright."

"Alright come on." says Goldie, as she walks off in the direction of the cable car station door. Dyldo follows her, leaving Chris stood in the snow by himself, still wearing a small smirk. Dyldo steps through the door after Goldie, inside the cable car station. Goldie suddenly chirps up.

"You just need to ignore Chris if he gets to you so easily."

How does Dyldo reply?

A. Defensive, tries and seems cool.
B. Offensive, insults Chris.
C. Shrugs it off, asks about her.
D. Ignores it, asks about cable car mechanics.

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Perhaps not the best first impression for Goldie to have got of Chris in the years since they last talked, but it hardly mattered, over the course of 3 days, he imagined it wouldn't be hard to get her to see him in a different light. Either way, whilst her and her new friend Dyldo got the cable car working, Chris decided to take a little explore around the cable car station.

Chris was somewhat glad he had found people now, although, not all too pleased with the people he had found. Goldie, sure, was great to see her again after all this time. Dyldo, not too great, of course, but he had to run into him some time. Where was Hale? Or Nig? Or hell, even Joey?

Suddenly, Chris' eyes dart to something glittering in the snow, around the back of the cable car station. Chris walks over to it slowly, confused, wondering what it can be. It isn't until he gets only mere feet away from it, that he finally realises...

It's a knife.

A calving knife, face down in the snow, stuck into the ground. Chris' eyes widen, as he bends down and inspects it. A knife? Out here? What can it be doing here? Chris looks at it for a while longer, still confused, but wondering what to do with the knife.

What does Chris do?

A. Pocket the knife quietly, not telling anyone.
B. Take the knife and tell the others about it.
C. Tell the others to take a look.
D. Ignore the knife entirely.

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THEY'RE WATCHING.
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Herman

A. Jumps over the gate (if Joey sees you do this, your relationship level with him goes to 0).
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Chris
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C. A pear. Very healthy but boring as fuck. Why pack a pear? Why not an apple or something interesting? Urgh...
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Blackie

C. F5's the mosquito through two stacked tables.
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D. Ignore squirrel.
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C. Is a bit less of a mad bastard, but still not an entire faggot, and just slowly walks over the ice.
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