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I often like to contemplate the meaning of fish. A fish itself is an aquatic creature resembling a squished potato with tiny wings. However, I suspect there is some greater connotation between them and the working of the universe, from their sheer coordination and fishyness. I don’t actually know what “connotation” means. Hello.
L33tz4n had done something on a control panel that involved pressing lots of buttons of varying colors, sizes, and possibly temperatures. Now the magic map was supposed to work. This was good. I liked the magic map. It saved the trouble of finding a way to walk across water. I took out the map and looked at it. By touching a location on the map, I could instantly go there. I smiled at the map. I also pretended that it was smiling back, because if it could smile it would probably be happy that it worked again.
Fawriel was standing behind L33tz4n watching the flashing lights on the control panel, which were now flashing in an entirely different yet equally meaningless way. He seemed to like the flashy lights a lot. I never understood what was so great about staring at flashing lights. I liked personally staring at solidly glowing lights, finding it a more spiritually fulfilling experience.
Fawriel blinked a few times to extinguish the hypnotic effect of the lights. “What’s our next adventure?” he asked me.
“I believe we should save,” I responded.
The green ferret or whatever raised an eyebrow. “Save?”
“Yes,” I explained to the confused creature, “We go stand in the general area of a specified point, and if we all die terrible, bloody death sometime afterwards we magically return to that point with no recollection of anything that happened since we last stood there, only to be guided by a better sense of intuition.”
Fawriel frowned. “I thought I was the group’s resurrecter.”
I patted him on the back. “That’s okay, because you’re still useful sometimes but not usually,” I comforted. Sometimes I amaze myself with what a good person I am.
I climbed the staircase out of the control room and strolled down a forest path for a bit, silently thinking what it would be like to be a fish and wondering if fish could wear hats. Soon I came across a large blue and white box with a door, sitting on a beach. The beach seemed to stretch out considerably farther than the last time I was here. A label on the entrance to the box read “Port-a-Save”. “There it is,” I said in the general direction of Fawriel and that blueish girl with a snake for legs, who were running and slithering (respectively) to keep up with me.
A female rust-colored ferret in black armor staggered out of the forest, looking as though she had just fallen down several deep chasms and hit lots of rocks on the way down. She collapsed in front of the Port-a-Save, hitting the side of it with an outstretched, battered katana and mouthing the word “save game”.
“Hello,” I greeted, waving. I then quickly proceeded to check her pockets for useful things.
“C’mon, hon,” a voice called from the forest. Araches stepped out, clad in a red silk loin cloth and tight shirt. “It wasn’t THAT far of a walk to - oh. It’s you guys.”
“Hello. You look hot,” I politely complimented the scantily clad vixen. She nudged Shuriken’s unconscious body with her foot and scowled at me. I waved back.
“Where does your sense of intuition tell you to go now?” L33tz5n asked me as I watched Fawriel crouch over Shuriken and ready some healing spells.
“I am unsure; I have to ask the voices,” I responded, proud that I got a chance to use a semicolon. “By the way, hello,” I added, noticing I had not yet greeted L33tz4n.
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