Monday: Noon
Feeding time! It seems the plump-helmet man filled the trough already: deadwood for him, old litter for the slime. You spend a good thirty minutes trying to make your slime eat what's in the trough instead of the trough itself. Fortunately, he complies after a good struggle, and the loss of a clean shirt.
Preparing for the training later on, you hastily sketch a drawing of Ned (a circle with a
face) and tape it to the punching bag. Marveling your own genius, you begin formulating your training regime. Relaxed, Intense, or Grueling?
Your train of thought is disrupted, however, by the sound of heavy hitting and mumbled words. You creep up the stone stairs and peek through Ned's door. His gobbo is leaping and kicking the punching bag (also with a
face, presumably your face), with the bookworm shouting out various techniques.
You swear you can see Ned looking at you through the corner of his eyes.
Average Nest
Average Feeding Trough
Average Exercise Machines
Average Toys
Food: 10 kg
Enchanted Slime: Empty
Produce:
None.
Budget:
-50 Coins
Name: [default]
Age: Baby
Health: Fit
Mood: Happy
Activity: Working
Name: [default]
Age: Baby
Health: Fat
Mood: Joyful
Activity: Playing
Turn coming up.
I guess thats a no to me being on team Ned
Nope. All on the same team, here.