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== Story == | == Story == | ||
<div class="section-text"><table class="styled-table mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"><tr class="table-header"><th colspan="2">Task</th></tr><tr class="table-row"><td | <div class="section-text"><table class="styled-table mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"><tr class="table-header"><th colspan="2">Task</th></tr><tr class="table-row"><td style='width: Name'>Use the cursed outhouse.</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td style='width: Description'>Use the cursed outhouse by Hazel Nutt's house. You must have the Flatulence trait applied.</td></tr><tr class="table-header"><th colspan="2">Dialogue</th></tr><tr class="table-row"><td style='width: Friendly'>You come across as a trustworthy cat lover. Possibly. I don't entirely trust my judgement on that yet. There are three things in this world you can rely on. Cats. Felines. And soup. | ||
I once had a fella who I thought would show me the world. I thought he would lift me on his shoulders to touch the stars. All he did was eat fruit and sit reading on the toilet. Then, one day he upped and went. I like to think he got flushed.</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td | I once had a fella who I thought would show me the world. I thought he would lift me on his shoulders to touch the stars. All he did was eat fruit and sit reading on the toilet. Then, one day he upped and went. I like to think he got flushed.</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td style='width: Like'>I remember when I got my first cat. It was the lovely fluffy one on my head. I found it stood on a book in the outhouse, looking baffled. So I took it in. | ||
It smelled of Hugh, my vanished fella. And then it furballed from there, really. I took in every stray I could find. Every stray man, I mean. And when they left me, I always found a cat. I had found a calling to care for them. A cat-calling as it were.</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td | It smelled of Hugh, my vanished fella. And then it furballed from there, really. I took in every stray I could find. Every stray man, I mean. And when they left me, I always found a cat. I had found a calling to care for them. A cat-calling as it were.</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td style='width: Love'>It's obvious my toilet is cursed. Could you maybe lift the curse by blasting away the man-hating spirit that seemingly haunts it? You might need some sort of apothecary-based help.</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td style='width: Complete'>You did it? That must have been good exorcise. It is appreciated. My cats thank you too, although in cat-language.</td></tr></table></div> | ||
[[Category:NPC]] | [[Category:NPC]] |
Revision as of 17:51, 21 February 2024
Sprite | |
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Age | 33 |
Haven | Vale |
Location | Cuckoo Wood |
House | Nutts Cattery |
Family | |
Traits | NPC_TRAITS |
Sprites
Baby | Kid | Adult | Elder |
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Gifting
Likes | Dislikes |
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Fishy Goodjohns | Gassy Apple |
Milk | Arrest Stew |
Catnip | Egg |
Story
Task | |
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Use the cursed outhouse. | |
Use the cursed outhouse by Hazel Nutt's house. You must have the Flatulence trait applied. | |
Dialogue | |
You come across as a trustworthy cat lover. Possibly. I don't entirely trust my judgement on that yet. There are three things in this world you can rely on. Cats. Felines. And soup. I once had a fella who I thought would show me the world. I thought he would lift me on his shoulders to touch the stars. All he did was eat fruit and sit reading on the toilet. Then, one day he upped and went. I like to think he got flushed. | |
I remember when I got my first cat. It was the lovely fluffy one on my head. I found it stood on a book in the outhouse, looking baffled. So I took it in. It smelled of Hugh, my vanished fella. And then it furballed from there, really. I took in every stray I could find. Every stray man, I mean. And when they left me, I always found a cat. I had found a calling to care for them. A cat-calling as it were. | |
It's obvious my toilet is cursed. Could you maybe lift the curse by blasting away the man-hating spirit that seemingly haunts it? You might need some sort of apothecary-based help. | |
You did it? That must have been good exorcise. It is appreciated. My cats thank you too, although in cat-language. |