You sit on the headland overlooking your SHIP, and rack your brains, your previous ideas having not come to fruition in any way. How on earth will you manage to scout the island's interior successfully? What treasure or danger might lie within? Will it blend? These questions may keep you up for days to come, but you may not have days - it is time to reconsider your PLANS, dear PANGOLIN. Or possibly that should be... PLANGOLIN.
*Editor's note: at this point the fictitious interlocutive narrator of this story threw down her script in disgust and threatened to quit at the poor quality of puns on offer. We told her we punderstood her issues and have increased her job benefits to include FREE MINT TEABAGS and a PERSONAL ECHIDNA.*Anyway, where were we? Planning! There's planning to do! Reconsider your plans, ADONIBAL BARCA, and do it fast!
> ADONIBAL: Send MOONSHINE ARGENT (http://exilian.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=5280.0)
> ADONIBAL: Head to the beach (http://exilian.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=5273.0)
INVENTORY
Spoiler
- Pen & Ink
- Paper
- Exilian: A History (in book format)
- Nunchucks
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