We were just worried Dev was starting to become like you, Radium..

Exit W.

EDIT: Page 41 is mine. We are making great progress!

We left the gift shop and returned to the town square. To the West was the arcade, to the North were more unexplored roads, and to the South was the giant ice cliff with the handle-free door. Standing to the side of the road near us was the Canadian who had let us go earlier. He looked a bit confuddled.

Ah it's more than forty pages, time to join in.

Quickly go W...

We quickly ran West into the arcade, passing the confused Canadian before he could notice us. The arcade was swarming with punk-looking Canadian teenagers. There were several video games lining the walls, all of which looked to be first-person shooters dealing with either zombies or cyborgs. The air was thick with smoke, reflecting the colors thrown off by the brilliantly-flashing game screens. It almost looked like a rave, complete with poorly-picked techno music booming so loudly that you couldn't hear yourself scream. There seemed to be no pinball machines or crane games to be found, nor were there any change machines. It was a very seedy and obnoxious place.
There was a counter near the back where you could exchange tickets you won playing games for crappy prizes. Not surprisingly, they had already run out of Blackraptor plushies.

Go to the counter and demand they answer the question "why there are no bathrooms in this arcade"

Tell Faw to ask one of the teenagers about the Romero Challenge.
See if they offer shotgun ammo for prizes.
Try to not look like a zombie.

I hate edits! >O

I stormed up to the counter and pounded my fist down in a furious manner. "I demand to know why there are no bathrooms in this place!" I yelled at the guy working there.
"You have to play the Romero Challenge to get to the bathrooms!" the Canadian guy answered, shouting loudly over the booming techno music. "And they're the only bathrooms in town!"
"That's kind of evil!" I shouted back.
"We're kind of evil! And you can't even begin to imagine how much money we make!"
That made sense enough; these tourist trap places always have bathrooms in the most inconvienient places. "Fawriel, ask one of these kids what the Romero Challenge is."
"Why can't you do it?" he asked.
I grabbed him by the shoulders stared angrily into his eye. "Can't you be a team player?!"
He sighed and grabbed some random Canadian punk. "What's the Romero Challenge?"
"It's what this place is known for, sh'yuh," he replied. "It's a deadly game, where the only life you have is your own. People only play it to get to the bathrooms, but if you don't win the game, you'll never be heard from again!"
I had to hand it to these Canadians, they really knew how to live life on the edge.
I looked over the prize rack. They offered various stuffed animals, coupons for free games, and an enchanted glowing crystal orb of power. I liked the white tiger plushies the most, because they were the sexiest.

Play the game. If there is an upcoming battle, engage.

"I want to play the game!" I told the Canadian guy at the counter.
"You need a game ticket."
"Okay, give me one!"
"You have to buy them."
"In that case, I'll take one ticket, please!"
He snarled. "They sell them at the gift shop across the street!" I could tell he was starting to get annoyed. Anyone who spent too much time in this place would most likely have a very short fuse.
I turned to my posse. "We must play this game!" I declared to them.
"W3 would need twenty doll4rs and thirty-five cents," L33tz4n pointed out. Her words upset me.

Ask Fooruman to ram the guy behind the counter with his canoe.

Uh-oh, I hear those alien demon vamps again...

"Hey Fooruman, make yourself useful and Ramming Speed that guy behind the counter."
Fooruman smiled with rage at this request. "Ma'am! I would never use my ARCANE POWERS to attack innocent civilians!"
"LAME!" I exclaimed. What good is being a hero when you can't even go around running people over in a canoe?

hahaha, Canadians. This is brilliant ;P.

Look closer at the enchanted glowing crystal orb of power.
Ask man behind the counter about zombie deliveries and what they are for.

Go East then North.

Are Canadians a whole race on their own?

I think you have the stereotype of Canadians wrong. The actual stereotype you are getting at is the one of the country south of Canada.

Originally Posted by Dev

I got frustrated and sat on the pogo stick, without warping back without it. I tried to turn it upside-down, but it remained upright. This was one seriously stubborn piece of nostalgia.

that means the way to make it go down is in one of the other threads

but maybe not

@Ae: Radium has some fixation with Canadians and decided to put them in ToU as much as he could. When he told me what to do while I was DM, the only thing he told me about this town was that it had to have Canadians. I'm not sure if they're considered a race, but I do know Canadian's can't do magic. Also, when I called the pogo stick a piece of nostalgia I was referring to how the pogo stick has been an iconic toy for ages.

@UNKNOWNFILE: All the Canadians you've met in the game have been different. I only made one of them have the standard Canadian accent you hear in Cartoons and such, so I wouldn't say I'm adhering to any kind of stereotype as a blueprint for how Canadians behave. I'm a slightly better writer than that.

I looked closely at the enchanted glowing crystal orb of power. It emitted a strange magical aura unlike anything I had ever seen before. Surely it must have contained some great mystical properties that an adventurer such as myself could make good use of.
"What are the zombie deliveries for?" I asked the man behind the counter.
"They're for the Romero Challenge," he answered. "On the off chance that someone actually beats it, we have to restock the cyborg zombies that get pwned. Fortunately they come pretty cheap."
Since I had no ticket to play the game I decided we should be on our way. We went East past the confused Canadian, then North. We came to a crossroads leading West and East. To the East was what appeared to be a laundromat, and to the West was a giantic wall of fire, blazing with an intense heat that could melt the fillings right out of your teeth if you got too close.

Just out of curiosity, why are there so many canadians in the town

Because Radmiums said so. =b Also, I ammended my previous post. I had forgotten to ask the arcade guy about the zombie deliveries.

Canadians are attracted to cold places.

Originally Posted by Radium

Canadians are attracted to cold places.

hey, i live in canada and i prefer extremely hot summers ; ;

Yay. Why don't you guys go make a thread called "The dos and don'ts of being Canadian" rather than holding a discussion here? CT will drop houses on all of you.

Could someone explain shortly what is going on? I don't feel like reading back like 5 pages. When you do describe, please tell me who's in the POV, who's in the party currently in control, and the inventory. Thanks very much.

At the moment... the party consists of Uberbob, Fawriel, Araches, L33tz4n, Fooruman, and his canoe. We have defeated the evil perfect solstice and scaled the cliffs of the Isle of Darkness by using Fooruman's one-way pogo stick. We are currently in a mysterious town of evil canadians somewhere in the mountains of the Isle of Darkness, and we have some purpose here but what it is beats me. Currently the POV is from Uberbob, who also leads the party.

Inventory

Oh, and Dev threatened that if the players act too stupidly he will have Alien Demon Vampires come and kill us all.

Ok, thanks very much. Though what happened to Shuriken?

Anyways, go into the laundromat.

But first have L33t4n knock over a water elemental at the wall of fire.

Silly Ae, sensible actions never work against walls of any sort. ;/
Anyway.. yeah, go into the laundromat.

Oh, I forgot Shuriken. Don't worry, she's still there.

Don't go anywhere yet. Examine surroundings and look at laundromat...if there's anything to look at from the outside.
Tell the story about the monk who told a story to his pupils about a monk who told a story to his pupils about a monk who...to the rest of the fiestaparty.
And I think we should try the water elemental thing.

What's with the laundromat?

Two people said to go in, so we're going in, but first...

"That gigantic wall of fire is really an eyesore," I said, rubbing my chin fuzz to appear more intellectual. "L33tz4n, summon the Water Elemental to extinguish the flames."
L33tz4n summoned a somewhat mighty Water Elemental. "Go put out those fl4mes," she told it, pointing to the towering inferno. The powerful cup of water shuffled over to the wall, but before it even got within splashing range the extreme heat had evaporated all of its water. The empty cup shuffled back to L33tz4n, now filled with nothing but regrets. L33tz4n patted it gently. "It's okay," she said, "You tried your b3st." The cup bowed, then vanished without a trace.
With nothing better to do at the moment, we decided to go to the Isle of Darkness Laundromat. As I entered, the smell of evil detergent overpowered me and caused my eyes to water. I realized what a sad day it had been.
The laundromat was very large. They had various washers and dryers set up in rows, where various Canadians were washing their "kiss me, I'm Canadian" T-shirts. Near the entrance was a counter where a teenage Canadian girl was working/reading a newspaper. Hanging on the counter was a sign saying, "Isle of Darkness Laundromat: the only laundromat in the universe that caters to evil clothing! We also offer drycleaning services.
"EGAD!" Fooruman exclaimed. "By the great almighty Foo! I had nearly forgotten!" He rowed his canoe to the counter and address the girl behind it. "Good sir," he began, "a very evil yet still good friend of mine requested that I pick up his drycleaning. Might I have the order of one Julia Conquista?"
"Do you have the pickup voucher?" she asked, looking up from the newpaper she had been reading.
"BY THE POWER OF FOO!" the archmage declared. "I CONJURE FORTH... THE VOUCHER!" He reached into his pockets and felt around, but came up empty-handed. "Oh dear me," he said sadly, "I must have lost it when I fell into the sea today."
"Yeah, sure," she said, taking up the newspaper once again.
"Messed up your errand?" Araches asked Fooruman.
"I was to fetch Grandma Conquista's clothing for her," he explained. "This is the only place in the universe that can clean clothes as evil as hers. Unfortunately, it looks as though I've failed..."
I saw a rack beside the counter where drycleaned clothes had been hung. The unmistakable black and gray garments of the Ultimate Evil were hainging on one particularly large hanger. They were perfectly accessible to me, but I knew I couldn't walk out with them unnoticed. Considering how many of these Canadians seemed to have guns, stealing from them was probably a bad idea.

Don't tell us we're supposed to go and search for it. ;|
Ooh, it's distraction time! But not yet.

Ask the girl behind counter about the big wall of fire.

Just so you guys don't go back to Megatropolis and start diving for the voucher, I'll go ahead and tell you that it was a non-magic paper voucher, and by now it's dissolved into nothingness.

"So what's with that big wall of fire?" I asked the girl behind the counter.
"It was just a simple missunderstanding," she answered, without looking up from the newspaper. "I was just reading about it now. The Isle of Darkness city council hired some mages to set up a barrier in front of the botanical gardens. Unfortunately they weren't very specific in their request, so the mages created a barrier of fire. Before we could get them to take it down, they had already left, and with full payment for their services." She sighed and shook her head. "I really miss looking at the gardens during my lunch break. They had such strange and interesting flowers."
"Why did you guys pay them when they completely botched their assignment?" Araches asked.
"We paid them... before they actually got to work," she said, nervously biting her lip. "It seemed like a good idea at the time."
I wondered if being evil somehow affected a person's logic. These Canadians were constantly pwning themselves in the foot for no good reason.
"Do you think the mages had ulterior motives?" Araches asked, appearing very interested in the subject.
"I couldn't say," the girl replied. "I just... feel so lost now. So very, very lost..."

Cast Anti-Magic on yourself. Attempt to walk through the fire wall. Run back like a rabbit on fire if set on fire.

BEFORE doing that, though, have Faw warp on Antifoo, save, and Town Pipe back.

"I feel like doing something stupid which will most likely get me killed," I told Fawriel. "Go to Antifoo and save."
Fawriel grunted. "Can't you do anything yourself?!"
"No. Go save."
Fawriel succumbed to my authority and teleported. Two or three seconds later he appeared again. Assuming that he had saved, I decided it was time to put my wicked awesome plan into action!
I dashed out of the laundromat and faced the wall of fire. We engaged in a staring contest, each of us waiting for the other to make the first move. Beads of sweat formed on my brow, contrary to the fact that rabbits retain nearly all water that enters their body. I stood poised, waiting... waiting... waiting...
Finally, I caught him off-guard! "Magical mojo, NO-MOE!" I shouted. "Anti-magic!" I was instantly imbued with a magic-proof layer of non-magical magic. Now feeling confident that nothing could kill me, I ran towards the wall of fire and DRAMATICALLY leapt into its lashing flames! I then let out a yelp of extreme pain, and ran back to the laundromat like a rabbit set on fire. Most likely because I was a rabbit set on fire, but keep in mind that I was a sexy rabbit set on fire. Sexy like a fox. I'm not quite sure where I'm going this. Anyway, I pushed some random Canadian away from their washing machine and leapt into it, bunny-bum first. The water in the machine extinguished the flaming me, as water tends to be bad for fire.
"That was pretty cool," Araches said as I rejoined the crew, now with a smoldering hole in the back of my pants. "Do it again."

Walk fairly close to the fire wall, and use the pogo stick to hop up till you are about ten feet over it. Look to see what's behind the firewall.

Actually, how high is the wall of fire?
Can we summon something behind it?

30 feet high, 5 feet wide. I'm thinking of using the rope and ice tools like a grappling hook to slide down to the other side from the pogo stick.