In the dictionary next to grin, shit-eating, a picture of S.T.'s face at that moment would not have been inappropriate. People usually asked stupid questions, or good ones that he couldn't answer. The last two days, it had been S.T., what's in the basement? and S.T., how do I hotwire a car?, both of which were neither. Utena'd gotten the car going too, so he was batting 1.000 in GTA.
"Two sides, two shrinky-dink prizes. Fuck if I know what they do."
He pulled out a piece of paper, and drew a circle in the middle. "Ballroom is here." He added a couple of feeder roads to the rotary. "Both of them have two doors. Brain and brawn." He added a small room with what appeared to be a stick figure of roadkill. Then a jumble of lines. "Sphinx, with riddles and everything, and a maze. The first will definitely get you a shiny little trinket. If you find out about the maze, let me know."
Then he turned to the other side. "South all I know is the guys looked like shit after they came out. North is a hall of armor. If you've got any attachment to a weapon, it'll be there. Sentimental or missing metal tail-harpoon." He shrugged. "Beyond that you're getting blasted by something familiar to one of you." D.C. had been first through, tail in hand. "Probably whoever goes in first. Kill it, you're golden." Silver, really, but why let fact get in the way of a good metaphor.
"Not sure if there was three of them because that's the minimum for the doors, or because there were three of us." And that was all he knew that wasn't wild conjecture.
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"Two sides, two shrinky-dink prizes. Fuck if I know what they do."
He pulled out a piece of paper, and drew a circle in the middle. "Ballroom is here." He added a couple of feeder roads to the rotary. "Both of them have two doors. Brain and brawn." He added a small room with what appeared to be a stick figure of roadkill. Then a jumble of lines. "Sphinx, with riddles and everything, and a maze. The first will definitely get you a shiny little trinket. If you find out about the maze, let me know."
Then he turned to the other side. "South all I know is the guys looked like shit after they came out. North is a hall of armor. If you've got any attachment to a weapon, it'll be there. Sentimental or missing metal tail-harpoon." He shrugged. "Beyond that you're getting blasted by something familiar to one of you." D.C. had been first through, tail in hand. "Probably whoever goes in first. Kill it, you're golden." Silver, really, but why let fact get in the way of a good metaphor.
"Not sure if there was three of them because that's the minimum for the doors, or because there were three of us." And that was all he knew that wasn't wild conjecture.