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Stranger: hey, 15 f maryland
You: You see a beaver in the distance lumbering towards you, a menacing glare on its face. You are armed with duct tape, a balloon, a spare set of shoes, and nailclippers. What do you do?
You: The beaver is getting closer with each passing second, but luckily it appears to have a broken foot
You: This slows it down somewhat
Stranger: ok
Stranger: gimme a sec
You: The beavier is angrier and more determined to attack
You: It is drawing near
Stranger: i put the shoes in the ballon then blow it up and tie it
You: The beaver jump at your rising figure, snapping at your toes, but luckily you are high enough to avoid its rabid attack
You: Now you are rising above the treeline, still with nailclippers and ducttape
You: You will continue to rise unless you figure out a way to get back to land
You: the wind picks up and blows you eastward, towards what looks like a wooden hut
Stranger: no
You: Yes
Stranger: i need to tape the balloon to the beavers back
Stranger: then pop it with the nail clippers and it will die of shock from the deafening boom
You: It is to late. You are now on the wooden hut.
Stranger: ok
You: On the roof. which then cracks and sends you falling into the shack below. You are not badly injured.
Stranger: i would use the roof of the hut to file away part of my nails
You: The shack appears to be abandoned. You are in a small dusty room.
Stranger: then i would clip them off and through their razor sharp edges at the beaver
You: You are in a small dusty room.
You: There is no beaver
Stranger: hmm
You: There is a door to your left
Stranger: i would open the door
You: and you are armed with duct tape, nai clippers, and a ragged balloon is still strapped to your head. You also have the map.
You: You see the ravage beaver
Stranger: AHHH
Stranger: the map
Stranger: now can i throw my nails at the beaver?
Stranger: ahhh
Stranger: i know
Stranger: i will use the duct tape to wax the hair off the beaver
You: Roll to determine outcome of Nails thrown at beaver? Y/N
Stranger: it will be so ashamed it will die of embaressment
You: (1=worst, 12=best)
Stranger: y
You: Rolling…
You: 9.
Stranger: thats good!
You: You throw nails at the beaver’s head and connect. Not hard enough to kill it, but the creature is momentarily stunned
Stranger: can i wax it now
You: You have no wax.
You: you are armed with duct tape
You: The beaver has regained control and is limping towards you, making a strange screeching noise
Stranger: i will use the duct tape to wax off its hair!!!!
You: Roll to determine outcome of Ductape on beaver? Y/N
Stranger: y
You: Rolling
You: 2
Stranger: oh damn
You: It is excited by the prospect of killing you. It would be able to feed its family a feast like never before!
You: Typically this beaver eats smaller creatures. It is a carnivore beaver. However, driven by hunger and sickness, it is determined to land a great meal.
Stranger: (on a side note i love you)
You: The beaver is once again gaining on you
Stranger: ive got it
Stranger: ill pee on it since everyone knows that getting peed on sucks
You: Beaver has eaten you.
You: good game!
Stranger: well that sucks
Stranger: you are awesome btw
You: Thanks
You: Cya
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