Piggy's Day/Slethany
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You take a plane to Slethany, in South-eastern Africa. As you leave the airport, you find yourself ankle-deep in elves. Elves are tiny, magical, humannoid creatures that, like dwarves, have beards regardless of gender. They all wear red, pointy hats, and speak in a language somewhat recognizealbe to humans. | You take a plane to Slethany, in South-eastern Africa. As you leave the airport, you find yourself ankle-deep in elves. Elves are tiny, magical, humannoid creatures that, like dwarves, have beards regardless of gender. They all wear red, pointy hats, and speak in a language somewhat recognizealbe to humans. | ||
| - | Piggy: "Well, some might call this an infestation, indeed." | + | '''Piggy:''' "Well, some might call this an infestation, indeed." |
One of the elves notices you, and tells one of the other elves. | One of the elves notices you, and tells one of the other elves. | ||
| - | Elf 1: "Pig. Plane." | + | '''Elf 1:''' "Pig. Plane." |
| - | Elf 2: " | + | '''Elf 2:''' "So what?" |
| - | Elf 1: "Suitcase." | + | '''Elf 1:''' "Suitcase." |
| - | Elf 2: | + | '''Elf 2:''' "SUITCASE!?" |
The two elves run panicking in opposite directions, spreading rumours of this "Pig" that is appaerantly coming to kill them all. | The two elves run panicking in opposite directions, spreading rumours of this "Pig" that is appaerantly coming to kill them all. | ||
| - | Piggy: "Oh, no. This doesn't look good. There's only two possibilities here: either these things will eat me, or crown me as their king." | + | '''Piggy:''' "Oh, no. This doesn't look good. There's only two possibilities here: either these things will eat me, or crown me as their king." |
A few of the elves overhear this monologue. | A few of the elves overhear this monologue. | ||
| - | Elf 3: "Eat?" | + | '''Elf 3:''' "Eat?" |
| - | Elf 4: "King. Pig?" | + | '''Elf 4:''' "King. Pig?" |
| - | Elf 5: "RACISTNAZISWINEJEWISHSWATZKIZKAHOLOCAUST!" | + | '''Elf 5:''' "RACISTNAZISWINEJEWISHSWATZKIZKAHOLOCAUST!" |
You try backing away while the elves are still struggling to pronounce the word "swastika". | You try backing away while the elves are still struggling to pronounce the word "swastika". | ||
| - | Piggy: "Oh, no, these guys don't seem to like stereotyping." | + | '''Piggy:''' "Oh, no, these guys don't seem to like stereotyping." |
| - | Elf 3: "Big Pig." | + | '''Elf 3:''' "Big Pig." |
| - | Elf 5: "Stomp | + | '''Elf 5:''' "Stomp. Death." |
The elves are worried that you might be too big to take down, and you could easily stomp them to death. | The elves are worried that you might be too big to take down, and you could easily stomp them to death. | ||
Current revision as of 15:40, 27 March 2016
You take a plane to Slethany, in South-eastern Africa. As you leave the airport, you find yourself ankle-deep in elves. Elves are tiny, magical, humannoid creatures that, like dwarves, have beards regardless of gender. They all wear red, pointy hats, and speak in a language somewhat recognizealbe to humans.
Piggy: "Well, some might call this an infestation, indeed."
One of the elves notices you, and tells one of the other elves.
Elf 1: "Pig. Plane."
Elf 2: "So what?"
Elf 1: "Suitcase."
Elf 2: "SUITCASE!?"
The two elves run panicking in opposite directions, spreading rumours of this "Pig" that is appaerantly coming to kill them all.
Piggy: "Oh, no. This doesn't look good. There's only two possibilities here: either these things will eat me, or crown me as their king."
A few of the elves overhear this monologue.
Elf 3: "Eat?"
Elf 4: "King. Pig?"
Elf 5: "RACISTNAZISWINEJEWISHSWATZKIZKAHOLOCAUST!"
You try backing away while the elves are still struggling to pronounce the word "swastika".
Piggy: "Oh, no, these guys don't seem to like stereotyping."
Elf 3: "Big Pig."
Elf 5: "Stomp. Death."
The elves are worried that you might be too big to take down, and you could easily stomp them to death.
The elves decide that:
