[Video] Entry 001: In which the tough guy reluctantly asks for help
[Oh look there's Duncan, in...is that the forest? That's totally the forest. Apparently he chose to hide out there rather than in the city, where all the fish monsters seemed to be going.
Unfortunately a few of them noticed him on the way back from a supply run, which is why he's got some claw marks on him. The skull on his shirt even picked up a Glasgow smile, thanks to a particularly close call with the business end of a fish monster claw. All he seemed to have in the way of weaponry was a wood axe he'd picked up from some outdoorsy shop the last time he was in town.]
Any of you dorks have a place I can crash for a few days? It's gettin' a little hairy goin' to town for supplies all the time, and I'm runnin' outta traps out here. These stupid fish things are persistent little-
[And he's cut off by the telltale shrieking of one of the damn things, charging at him from somewhere off camera. Of course, just as soon as it enters the frame, it's snatched upward and off camera in a makeshift net, leaving a rather smug looking Duncan down below.]
One second.
[It's just a matter of pulling his knife out from his pocket and reaching over to cut a rope hidden among some vines on the side of a tree trunk, and the creature's flung toward town to be someone else's problem, assuming it survives the landing. Those claws are sharp, so he doesn't wanna waste any time sending the care packages flying, lest one of the fishy fiends cut their way out of the net.]
Later fish fry! Anyway- I'm runnin' outta traps out here, and the stupid things keep coming back. Maybe they just like me, I don't know. But turning into fish food isn't my idea of fun, and I don't exactly have a place of my own yet. So, anybody got a couch or somethin I can crash on?
Unfortunately a few of them noticed him on the way back from a supply run, which is why he's got some claw marks on him. The skull on his shirt even picked up a Glasgow smile, thanks to a particularly close call with the business end of a fish monster claw. All he seemed to have in the way of weaponry was a wood axe he'd picked up from some outdoorsy shop the last time he was in town.]
Any of you dorks have a place I can crash for a few days? It's gettin' a little hairy goin' to town for supplies all the time, and I'm runnin' outta traps out here. These stupid fish things are persistent little-
[And he's cut off by the telltale shrieking of one of the damn things, charging at him from somewhere off camera. Of course, just as soon as it enters the frame, it's snatched upward and off camera in a makeshift net, leaving a rather smug looking Duncan down below.]
One second.
[It's just a matter of pulling his knife out from his pocket and reaching over to cut a rope hidden among some vines on the side of a tree trunk, and the creature's flung toward town to be someone else's problem, assuming it survives the landing. Those claws are sharp, so he doesn't wanna waste any time sending the care packages flying, lest one of the fishy fiends cut their way out of the net.]
Later fish fry! Anyway- I'm runnin' outta traps out here, and the stupid things keep coming back. Maybe they just like me, I don't know. But turning into fish food isn't my idea of fun, and I don't exactly have a place of my own yet. So, anybody got a couch or somethin I can crash on?