[c][INTRODUCTION][/c]
a letter pinned on the manager's door,
"My hopes of reinventing this business have once again diminished. Frankly I have no idea how to continue forward in these darker times. No one comes around these parts anymore, could it be my fault? I can only feel that I have been abandoned by those whom I used to call friends. The adventures, the strange worlds, the interesting people I have met; where they had seemed so important to me, through their eyes they seem like nothing. Maybe it is, and maybe I need to follow in their footsteps. I guess I found some sort of solace coming back to my roots.
and of this rift; it's only a memory of my failures. The "Golden Rift"? It sounds just like another pointless quest. More over, it's going to attract that very attention to these ruins. I won't let them desolate these grounds any further. I'll lock up my office; it'll be hidden away from the public eye, as will this needless 'treasure'. Hopefully I can finally move on after this... maybe then I can find my true calling,
- owner of the Hotel
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[ChainChomp | Rundown Hotel F1 | Outdoor Pool]
Lying in the drained pool sat a small suited figure. He had arrived before the rest of his team, and by that account the Charmers were the first ones there. However he spent this chance to get ahead by simply lazing around. He didn't want his team to miss out on anything. "We need potato salad," Chomp said in a monotone, digitized voice as he tapped his foot up in the air.
(Just start it out with everyone getting to the hotel; I suggest that people wait for their Captains to get there first, but you can do whatevah. Sorry for the wait. >.>)
a letter pinned on the manager's door,
"My hopes of reinventing this business have once again diminished. Frankly I have no idea how to continue forward in these darker times. No one comes around these parts anymore, could it be my fault? I can only feel that I have been abandoned by those whom I used to call friends. The adventures, the strange worlds, the interesting people I have met; where they had seemed so important to me, through their eyes they seem like nothing. Maybe it is, and maybe I need to follow in their footsteps. I guess I found some sort of solace coming back to my roots.
and of this rift; it's only a memory of my failures. The "Golden Rift"? It sounds just like another pointless quest. More over, it's going to attract that very attention to these ruins. I won't let them desolate these grounds any further. I'll lock up my office; it'll be hidden away from the public eye, as will this needless 'treasure'. Hopefully I can finally move on after this... maybe then I can find my true calling,
- owner of the Hotel
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
[ChainChomp | Rundown Hotel F1 | Outdoor Pool]
Lying in the drained pool sat a small suited figure. He had arrived before the rest of his team, and by that account the Charmers were the first ones there. However he spent this chance to get ahead by simply lazing around. He didn't want his team to miss out on anything. "We need potato salad," Chomp said in a monotone, digitized voice as he tapped his foot up in the air.
(Just start it out with everyone getting to the hotel; I suggest that people wait for their Captains to get there first, but you can do whatevah. Sorry for the wait. >.>)