07-05-2018, 09:58 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]/retro to the tsunami
His weekly task was to host a bonfire-slash-scary story contest. Fires weren't terribly hard to start once you knew how, but it could take some time unless you had specific tools. Flint by itself was sufficient to create the spark, though, even if it was time-consuming to get the spark to hit the kindling just right. He just needed to gather supplies.
Paper had created two piles of wood at the center of the shoreline, one of large logs and one of small twigs. Rolling the last log up to the others, he gave one last shove and watched it tumble into place. Counting the hunks of wood, he nodded- that ought to be enough for a bonfire. Nudging the twigs over to the firewood, he glanced around, looking for a rock.
There were none large enough to suit his needs in the vicinity, so he shrugged and headed back into the jungle. Surely there would be at least two rocks there that could create sparks when clashed against one another- he kept his eyes focused on the ground, searching for any stones that stuck out.
It would have been a brilliant plan, were it not for the fact that it ended with him knocking head-first into a tree. Stifling a yelp, he stumbled back, reaching a paw up to his forehead. The impact hadn't seriously injured him, but he had a feeling his head would remain sore for a few hours at least.
With a sigh, he sat down and thought to himself. Maybe the volcano would have been a better place to search for rocks- or maybe he could have asked someone if they had a lighter. There were so many, far simpler ways he could have solved this issue, and though this trip was only a minor setback, it felt like a much larger one to him. The downturn in the weather was probably to blame for his sour mood, he thought.
/[member=901]ROXANNE R.[/member]
/this is,,, also a whole lot of nothing, he's just sitting in the jungle
His weekly task was to host a bonfire-slash-scary story contest. Fires weren't terribly hard to start once you knew how, but it could take some time unless you had specific tools. Flint by itself was sufficient to create the spark, though, even if it was time-consuming to get the spark to hit the kindling just right. He just needed to gather supplies.
Paper had created two piles of wood at the center of the shoreline, one of large logs and one of small twigs. Rolling the last log up to the others, he gave one last shove and watched it tumble into place. Counting the hunks of wood, he nodded- that ought to be enough for a bonfire. Nudging the twigs over to the firewood, he glanced around, looking for a rock.
There were none large enough to suit his needs in the vicinity, so he shrugged and headed back into the jungle. Surely there would be at least two rocks there that could create sparks when clashed against one another- he kept his eyes focused on the ground, searching for any stones that stuck out.
It would have been a brilliant plan, were it not for the fact that it ended with him knocking head-first into a tree. Stifling a yelp, he stumbled back, reaching a paw up to his forehead. The impact hadn't seriously injured him, but he had a feeling his head would remain sore for a few hours at least.
With a sigh, he sat down and thought to himself. Maybe the volcano would have been a better place to search for rocks- or maybe he could have asked someone if they had a lighter. There were so many, far simpler ways he could have solved this issue, and though this trip was only a minor setback, it felt like a much larger one to him. The downturn in the weather was probably to blame for his sour mood, he thought.
/[member=901]ROXANNE R.[/member]
/this is,,, also a whole lot of nothing, he's just sitting in the jungle
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo