An exercise in creativity.

[Roger Smith]

MMcB: Locate Arms

With no small amount of urgency, you set about locating your arms. It takes the better part of an hour, but you finally find them.

They were hanging up on the crossroads sign, on a nail. You retrieve your sword and shield from their strange perch.

You feel much more secure having your arms back in hand. You never know what could be lurking around strange crossroads in the middle of dusty old roads!

Investigate pockets further.

You briefly ponder investigating your pockets further. If a scroll fell out of them, who knows what else you might find in them?

Nealaphh: Realise you can not investigate pockets with no arms

You are suddenly overcome with the realization that without arms, it would be impossible to properly investigate your pockets. You breath a sigh of relief, brandishing your sword at the distant sun. There will be no pockets uninvestigated when Marty McBlargh is around!

You rummage around in your pockets, seeking anything that may be lurking within them.

You quickly find your pockets are much deeper than they appear to be. You are intrigued by this.

Marty: Scream because the arms you locate are not your own! AHHHHH!

While rummaging in your pockets, you suddenly pause, something horrible dawning upon you. You slowly turn the shield you bear around to stare at its face and you recoil in horror.

THESE ARMS BEAR THE CREST OF THE PSYCHIC DUCK CLAN. THEY ARE MOST DEFINITELY NOT YOURS.

You fling away the impostor armaments, choking down shame and revulsion, and the intense urge to scream in a very high-pitched voice.