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[jayneofcommand]

[Enter: a bewildered, armed mountain of a man prowling through the camp. To call him displeased would be a most egregious understatement. He's looking for anything, anything at all that'll help him out, and he's pretty much touching every inanimate object that comes within his reach and possibly a few animate ones, too. He's a very tactile guy, you

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[doctorquincy]

. . . You'd be surprised.

[jayneofcommand]

Well, I ain't gonna be stuck here! Hey, you got any idea where I can find a ride outta this dungheap little colony? ...No offense if ya live here or anythin'.

[doctorquincy]

There isn't one, I'm very, very sorry to say.

[jayneofcommand]

You tellin' me that there's a whole little settlement'a people here, and not one of 'em's got a gorram boat?

[doctorquincy]

There are a few, actually. They just can't get you out of here.

[jayneofcommand]

What, they outta fuel or somethin'?

[doctorquincy]

No. There's a barrier surrounding this place that won't let anyone leave.

[jayneofcommand]

Barrier, huh? Well, don't no one have some explosives or somethin'?

[doctorquincy]

That's been tried along with magic and anything else anyone can think of. It has no effect.

[jayneofcommand]

How much explosives we talkin' here? 'Cause I might just have my hands on a 'stantial amount.

[doctorquincy]

. . . A lot. You're free to try you luck, though, if you'd like.

[jayneofcommand]

*frowns slightly* ...Well, hell, I only got the six grenades. Don't wanna be wastin' 'em if it ain't gonna do anythin'.

[doctorquincy]

I believe it would be best if you just kept them.