A SMALL TOWN IN LATE TWENTIETH CENTURY AMERICA… EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND ONE HOURS
Turn 1.7 Start cramming the sleeping pills in the sausage. Otherwise just loiter around for now, maybe try to hide the crowbar in my jacket a bit.
Outside the Jackson family house, in quiet Charlton Avenue, the silence of dozens of approaching dinners is suddenly shattered by a piercing scream!
”My groin! My groin! OHGODOHGODOHGOD MY GROIN!!”[1] Richard collapse to the floor, clutching his groin in excruciating self-inflicted pain, until he realises, through his panic, that the pain has passed. But being pretty concerned about the side effects of stabbing himself in the crotch with a crowbar, he stands up and rips his trousers off and peers down his underpants. [rtd 5] There's no blood!
Richard almost faints with joy.
Loiter around the bully's neighborhood, after all, this is the 80's right? We're free range.
”Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh!!”Fisk thinks Richard is getting nekkid in the street.
”Ahhhhhhhhhh!!”He's gonna get arrested for conspiracy to get publicly nekkid.
”Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”He’s gonna have a sex offender record for life because of yoga.
”PUT YOUR NADS AWAY DUDE!”Oh god there's an approaching car. Oh god it must be the cops. OH SHIT.
”DUDE! DUDE!!”There's only one response to such a situation! Fisk flees!
[1] Bam!
Fisk runs straight into the road, and is smacked right over by the approaching car, and is knocked 20 feet down the road, [rtd 5] where he lands completely unharmed. The car skids to a halt and a middle aged man gets out.
”Shit son, what the hell do you think you're doing! You okay? Aw shit, why the hell is your friend getting naked in the street? Don’t you know there’s laws against that son? I’ve a good mind to call the police.” Attempt to scamper up to a window from the back! Clearly this will not create enough noise to attract attention or separate me from my fellow yogakas.
[4] Before everything goes horribly wrong, Edith decides to put a decisive plan into action and scampers round the house and across the backyard to a window. She pops her head up like a baby mole and peers in. She sees Mrs Jackson putting the finishing touches on three plates of burgers and fries. Just as she pops her head back down there’s a crashing sound from the front yard.
Toss the naked headless turkey into the yard experimentally, doing a proper windup for the throw. Maybe get one of the others to help. I wasn't specifically excluded from the junior football team for nothing, after all. Well, I guess technically I was, but not in the sense of what that statement would immediately imply.
[4; Turkey Status 4] Back at the front of the house, Jarvis athletically winds his defrosted turkey round and round before letting go and flinging it literally feet into the air, over the picket fence and hedge and bang into the trashcan lid, which sounds a bit like a drunkard falling on half a drumkit.
A few seconds pass and the front door opens.
Jarvis ducks behind a bush; Fisk and Richard are behind the stopped car in the road a short distance away.
”Always bloody dinner time. Damn fecking neighbours. Can’t control their damn bloody dogs. Should keep to their own damn tra- aw what the hell… a whole turkey this time? Now that just takes the biscuit. That’s a damn waste.” Mr Jackson bends over to pick up the turkey.
Jarvis Palkin; Red Belt And a Half
Mind: 3/3
Body: 2/2
Flexterity: 3/3
Moves: Deep Breath; Basic Splits; Tree Pose; Yogic Critical
Richard Wensley; Red Belt And a Half
Mind: 5/3
Body: 3/3
Flexterity: 2/2
Moves: Deep Breath; Basic Splits; Tree Pose; Peacock Pose
Nudity: 1/3
Fisk Balck; Red Belt And a Half
Mind: 5/5
Body: 2/2
Flexterity: 1/1
Moves: Deep Breath; Basic Splits; Tree Pose; Yogic Slap
Edit McKenzie; Red belt And a Half
Mind: 4/3
Body: 2/2
Flexterity: 3/3
Moves: Deep Breath; Basic Splits; Tree Pose; Yogic Critical
Let’s assume you now have a sausage full of sleeping pills.
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Topic: SPACETIME YOGAQUEST - Turn 3.7 - update 16th Feb (Read 27401 times)