As interruption from the our daily life, TRILL decides to separates itself from society and goes on a revelation journey. Everybody was ordered to pack up their gear within expectations of training. Vector saw this as an opportunity to acquire a new skill and equipped a bow with not more than 5 arrows. Afro the victorious chose to own his survival skills and packed up his fishing rod for some training. Our means of transportations got equipped with all our gear and as soon as the sun came up we were on our way in the direction of new opportunities. Manic was in charge of navigating our journey to our destination. As soon as we arrived we could sense that this was not the world which we were used to. The locals seemed friendly but we were on our toes. We arrived at a point at which our means of transportation could not pass. From here on we were forced to continue our journey on foot. Considering the amount of gear we brought with us we sensed it would be difficult to reach our destination in one go. We packed up half of our stuff and went on. Whilst arriving at the campsite we noticed signs of previous settlements. Our eyes fell upon a water pump. Anxious to replenish or thirst we started pumping. From the depths of the well a creature emerged. It spread its wings and flew from the faucet towards freedom. Astonished by this phenomenon we decided to require or water from the nearest town. While part of our team stayed behind to set up camp, Manic and Madcaps were assigned to pick up our comrade from a distant town. The way over was full of dankness and dangers. The roads were so pitch black that we could barely see in front of us. Whilst returning with our comrade camp was already set up. Our first few days were spend training and gathering supplies. While each of us took our turn with Sketch’s bow, it became clear to us that nature wasn’t so kind to let us continue without any trouble. One by one our arrow got swallowed by Mother Nature. At the end of the training there remained only one soul surviving arrow. On our last day Manic’s relative decided to embrace herself in our company. Tails were told wound the campfire about past experiences and new ones. So came a new legend to exist, the legend of Slendercow. A beast that roams the woods at 3 o’clock at night. A beast which can be identified from a distance by his distinctive background music. The closer it gets, the faster it plays. When it’s ready to attack a sound is heard similar to a katana being upholstered. Once you hear this sound, it’s already too late. It mounts you from behind and takes you to a dark place. Everyone respected this legend and stayed indoors at 3 AM. It was our last day and it was time to depart back home. Whilst training no time was made for cleaning up, so at the end of our week everything got piled up into a huge amount. We were left with no choice but to carry everything through the window of our means of transportation to the nearest thrash yard. Luck would have it that there was one nearby. After disposing of the thrash we made our way home back to civilization. - Manic the Enigma
Posted on: Wed, 11 Sep 2013 11:13:56 +0000
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