- Markshire PCs:
( Sheâ€™s moved the little table she sits at when writing, as far away as she possibly can from the foul smelling, gooey mess in the corner of her room. Of course the further away she moves from the cup, the less accurate her aim becomes. Well . . . try and picture the rest!)
Just before we left the cave, we all noticed a bunch oâ€™ oversized hearts sittinâ€™in a big hole near where the roots oâ€™ the shaftinâ€™ tree was. The hearts was all kinda connected up to each other, just beatinâ€™ away. Thumpity thump, thump they was goinâ€™. Now I seen some strange things in my time here, but I ainâ€™t never seen nothinâ€™ like that before, ya know?
Then we all climbed up outta the cave, includinâ€™ Frankie, who had climbed in with us. Heâ€™d tagged along just ta make sure we used the acid bombs and arrows in a proper manner soâ€™s the bug would be exterminated once and fer all. Between you and me, I donâ€™t think Francis was too sure the acid was really gonna work!
So afterwards, weâ€™s all standinâ€™ by the shaftinâ€™ tree feelinâ€™ good about ourselves that we saved it by killinâ€™ the bug. Then Frankie opens his mouth and tells us the damm treeâ€™s still sick! Killinâ€™ the bug only cured it part way, he says!! Now weâ€™d have to help him do somethinâ€™ â€˜bout all those beatinâ€™ hearts in the hole, we seen on the way out!
Then he pulls out another list, this one even longer then the first one he give us! Heâ€™s writ down at least elevendy three more things heâ€™s needinâ€™! He goes on and on â€˜bout needinâ€™all these things soâ€™s he can do somethinâ€™ â€˜bout about the damm hearts we seen thumpinâ€™ away in the hole in the cave! He says the hearts is somehow connected to the damm tree and causinâ€™ it to de . . .deca . . . ta rot!
Ohh geez! Ainâ€™t this never gonna end? Thatâ€™s the last thing any oâ€™ us was wantinâ€™ to hear! Good thing I wasnâ€™t standinâ€™ too close ta Frank, else I woulda fixed him up real good instead oâ€™ fixinâ€™ up the shaftinâ€™ tree! Port had ta grab onto me leg ta hold me back from choppinâ€™ him up into little bits! Well, me legâ€™s about as high as Port can reach anyways, ya know?
Canâ€™t writ no more now. I gotta figure what ta do â€˜bout that corner over there. *Shudders*