08-23-2017, 07:07 PM
"Our first stop? Well, it'll be simple! We're heading to a place called the misty lake, some girl got a video game. It should be easy, nothin' of note. Well, except a lil' tavern on the way there." Bob stretched out his arms and legs as he spoke, preparing to deliver the package.
"Wh..what's wrong with the tavern?"
"Oh, well, it's just filled with some general nasties. Thieves, bandits, some of the more civilised goblins. Sometimes in ere' you get a few trolls. Well, hell, and one time a dragon came in! Jest walked in, ordered a drink. Ya'know, now that I'm gettin' to think about it, was probably a baby. Dragon, I mean. If it wasn't, was a helluva small dragon! Eh, but that don't matter none. We're jest gonna go to misty lake, deliver this game, and then they'll send us some orders on where ta go next. If it's in a different verse, we'll travel there. Probably, we'll be out doin' deliveries fer a week er so." Bob yawned, over-dramatically raising his arms above his head. "Welp, I oughta get ta setting this van up to drive. Got an auto driver, that'll take us just fer a lil bit. Not too far, but should be good fer a bit." Bob began to watch slowly to the front of the van, pushing aside several boxes in his way, when suddenly out of one leapt a giant spider! It was black and tan coloured, about the size of an average dog, and it was racing straight at Bill! "Eh, fuck. Thought I'd killed all a' them after we delivered that shipment o' flies. Eh, ya can handle it with that pistol a' gave ya, can't ya?" Not waiting for an answer, Bob walked into the driver's section of the van, beginning to fiddle with a screen on the dashboard to set the destination.
"Wh..what's wrong with the tavern?"
"Oh, well, it's just filled with some general nasties. Thieves, bandits, some of the more civilised goblins. Sometimes in ere' you get a few trolls. Well, hell, and one time a dragon came in! Jest walked in, ordered a drink. Ya'know, now that I'm gettin' to think about it, was probably a baby. Dragon, I mean. If it wasn't, was a helluva small dragon! Eh, but that don't matter none. We're jest gonna go to misty lake, deliver this game, and then they'll send us some orders on where ta go next. If it's in a different verse, we'll travel there. Probably, we'll be out doin' deliveries fer a week er so." Bob yawned, over-dramatically raising his arms above his head. "Welp, I oughta get ta setting this van up to drive. Got an auto driver, that'll take us just fer a lil bit. Not too far, but should be good fer a bit." Bob began to watch slowly to the front of the van, pushing aside several boxes in his way, when suddenly out of one leapt a giant spider! It was black and tan coloured, about the size of an average dog, and it was racing straight at Bill! "Eh, fuck. Thought I'd killed all a' them after we delivered that shipment o' flies. Eh, ya can handle it with that pistol a' gave ya, can't ya?" Not waiting for an answer, Bob walked into the driver's section of the van, beginning to fiddle with a screen on the dashboard to set the destination.