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It started with the boat.
From asking around, Jason gathered that there were sometimes random presents that people got from mysterious places. Apparently, there were also things that were the opposite of presents, but he wasn't going to worry about that until someone handed him fucking Compton with a red ribbon on his ass. NOT THAT HE WANTED THAT IN ANY WAY!
But that was the explanation for the fishing boat with his name on it. No bow, just to Jason Stackhouse on a nice card. The card even had a glitter trout on it that he flashed back in forth in the sun when he was bored. And the boat was nothing fancy, but he figured he could go out a good ways from the island and not tip over when reeling in something big. The mysterious powers at work even had several cans of gas stored on it.
The gas led to the next part-- he needed to store it. Jason was working on a kind of sunken shed, basically a hole in the ground with about half a hut over it. If he ever got his hands on some booze, it could go in there too. He even painted FLAMMABLE on the side of one of the boards that would go in the wall.
All that work tired a man out, and Jason had flung himself down in a hammock in the shade to rest. Of course, it was damned hot out, and he figured no one would would notice or care if he stripped down to his skivvies. He'd have slept naked if he hadn't learned that being in the shade didn't protect anyone from sunburnt dick.
He woke up to the sound of keys jingling, and a little dark shape darting around. Didn't take him long to figure out there was some damn... lemur or some shit stealing the keys to his boat. Damnit, he shouldn't have left them just sitting there. If it wasn't hooligan kids or rampant homos, it was monkey things.
"HEY," he hollered at it. "YOU GIVE THOSE BACK."
The lemur shrieked at him and took off for the beach. Swearing like a sailor, Jason took off after him, leaving his clothes in a pile by the hammock.
[Here's a visual of stripped down Jason, with bonus dance material. Find him chasing the lemur anywhere on the beach... or anywhere, really.]
From asking around, Jason gathered that there were sometimes random presents that people got from mysterious places. Apparently, there were also things that were the opposite of presents, but he wasn't going to worry about that until someone handed him fucking Compton with a red ribbon on his ass. NOT THAT HE WANTED THAT IN ANY WAY!
But that was the explanation for the fishing boat with his name on it. No bow, just to Jason Stackhouse on a nice card. The card even had a glitter trout on it that he flashed back in forth in the sun when he was bored. And the boat was nothing fancy, but he figured he could go out a good ways from the island and not tip over when reeling in something big. The mysterious powers at work even had several cans of gas stored on it.
The gas led to the next part-- he needed to store it. Jason was working on a kind of sunken shed, basically a hole in the ground with about half a hut over it. If he ever got his hands on some booze, it could go in there too. He even painted FLAMMABLE on the side of one of the boards that would go in the wall.
All that work tired a man out, and Jason had flung himself down in a hammock in the shade to rest. Of course, it was damned hot out, and he figured no one would would notice or care if he stripped down to his skivvies. He'd have slept naked if he hadn't learned that being in the shade didn't protect anyone from sunburnt dick.
He woke up to the sound of keys jingling, and a little dark shape darting around. Didn't take him long to figure out there was some damn... lemur or some shit stealing the keys to his boat. Damnit, he shouldn't have left them just sitting there. If it wasn't hooligan kids or rampant homos, it was monkey things.
"HEY," he hollered at it. "YOU GIVE THOSE BACK."
The lemur shrieked at him and took off for the beach. Swearing like a sailor, Jason took off after him, leaving his clothes in a pile by the hammock.
[Here's a visual of stripped down Jason, with bonus dance material. Find him chasing the lemur anywhere on the beach... or anywhere, really.]