Gummi ships are pointless between-world travel--Destiny Islands To Traverse [Closed]
That was what he liked to see. Now that he’d been taking the liberty of adopting that kids house for a while, the islanders seemed right neighborly to offer him a ship just to ship him the hell out. Reno, being Reno, told them that he liked the island way too much to ever consider leaving, though the fact remained that he was quite frankly bored out of his skull. When they upped the offer to include a shiny lighter of his very own, Reno snatched up the offer and skittered out of that world like he was fleeing the scene of the crime.
Reno was one happy person sitting in that gummi ship all alone with his new friend-the lighter. They made quite the happy pair.
Even though he wasn’t all that happy and skippy about returning to that dump, Traverse Town, he had to be golden to his world to that kid and opening up his place so he could stay there. After all, what Reno had done to the kids bachelor-pad in those backwater islands was probably a worth going back to that crappy town. That, and Reno had acquired a lighter. Some hefty thanks came from that little thing right there. So with less-than-graceful driving. Reno steered his Gummi ship through the pain in the ass meteor field with his feet as he didn’t pay any attention.
Really. What was the worst Styrofoam meteors could do to a ship made of blocks? Eventually he made it to Traverse. Somehow. Ah, hole in the ground how he didn’t really miss it all that much.
But now was the time to track down that kid and poppet.
Reno was one happy person sitting in that gummi ship all alone with his new friend-the lighter. They made quite the happy pair.
Even though he wasn’t all that happy and skippy about returning to that dump, Traverse Town, he had to be golden to his world to that kid and opening up his place so he could stay there. After all, what Reno had done to the kids bachelor-pad in those backwater islands was probably a worth going back to that crappy town. That, and Reno had acquired a lighter. Some hefty thanks came from that little thing right there. So with less-than-graceful driving. Reno steered his Gummi ship through the pain in the ass meteor field with his feet as he didn’t pay any attention.
Really. What was the worst Styrofoam meteors could do to a ship made of blocks? Eventually he made it to Traverse. Somehow. Ah, hole in the ground how he didn’t really miss it all that much.
But now was the time to track down that kid and poppet.