Continued from yesterday’s comic, this is the final decision:
The sudden blinding light disorients you. Voices come from all directions. Something’s caused a major commotion but the last… however long it was, it all seems like a blur. A large silhouette pushes other figures aside.
“Welcome home,” it says along with the sound of hissing steam. You can now see helmets removed one by one, revealing others that look a lot like yourself. Only upright. Capable of speech. It takes some work but they coax you out of the bone and get you to follow along.
The large dog, it turns out, is some kind of general. He’s very impressed with you. Look how big and strong you’ve gotten, etc. They’re all surprised you made it back so quickly. It’s unprecedented.
The praise is kind of meaningless to you. If this is home, why does it feel so alien? What about your friends?
“We have the others,” he replies, somehow knowing what’s on your mind. “They’re anomalies. They were never meant to be involved. We need to study them, make sure they weren’t placed there by a third party.”
“Do you want to see them?” He asks.
The general takes you down a long corridor. You can see both of them before the lab doors even open. Ramis slumped over in a cage. Throckmorton strapped to a table. Dogs with labcoats jab him with some kind of charged prod, but he barely responds.
“They are remarkably dull,” The general says. “Savage sub-species of the worst variety. Don’t worry, though, they’re heavily sedated. Once we take care of them we can figure out what to do with you.” He gives you a once-over. “In a couple months I’d say you’ll make a hell of a soldier.”
A scientist rushes over to the general.
“They check out, sir. They’re just wild animals. We can take them to the zoo or–”
“There’s no room and they’re too unpredictable,” The general interrupts. “We’ll dispose of them here.”
He turns to you as the scientist runs back.
“Would you like to do the honors?” He says as he pushes a button.
The ceiling yawns open above Throckmorton and Ramis, and a menacing wheel drops down. The spinning device is loaded with all means of disposal, from lava pumps to torturous acid drips.
The general smiles. “Make a show of it and, when the time is right, we’ll see how quickly you rise through the ranks.”
Last time, the majority chose to enter the mysterious giant bone. There are no choices to make today, but such a big decision warranted a little comic cutscene of the events.
To be continued…
Continued from last time, you chose to go to [the jungle]. And so…
You brave the jungle with Throckmorton, boldly saddled atop your new friend Ramis. You hack away, deeper and deeper. You fight poisonous spider-shrooms. Swashbuckle snail soldiers like the little dude below.
All the while the BEEP of your Bone Radar grows stronger, until…
You clear another thicket to find a colossal bone jutting out from the soil. It has a hatch of some sort on the side, one that looks just big enough for you to squeeze into.
If you go in, you’ll have to go alone. Could this be what the wiseman was referring to?
Continued from last time, [tame] barely won the vote. And so…
The creature charges, but you and Throckmorton quickly come to a silent agreement as you each dodge the attack. The creature’s head crashes into the sand and he tumbles forward. He shakes it off and does it again, but you both elegantly move out of the way. This continues until exhaustion, and his anger gradually gives way to grief over his lost companion.
Throckmorton smashes some consolation crabs and you all bond over a meal as the sun drops below the jungle canopy.
When morning comes, the creature agrees to help you finish your journey. He grants access to his shop and hands over the Bone Radar and Fishing Kit. You look at the Radar, which shows significant blips in the ocean and jungle.
Choose one and he’ll give you a ride there!
Continued from last time, most chose to ask “how do we get home?”
A low hum sounds as the floating wiseman closes his eyes.
“To return home,
You must find the bone,
bury it well,
and depart alone.
With a nod the wiseman disappears and your surroundings disintegrate. The little shopkeep is nowhere to be found, but his four-legged companion is enraged. It appears your return upset him in some way, and he prepares to charge before you can get your bearings.
What’s your move?