Roland looked around him. Camp Tocheeze (Say it with me now, toe-cheese) wasn't much, but compared with foot rot, malaria, poison dart frogs, quicksand, and carnivorous giant land jungle clams, it seemed much better now.
"John!"
"Yes?"
"Are the mules ready?"
"Yes!"
"All right then. let's go."
ONE HOUR LATER, they were completely lost.
"Now what?"
"Now we think of something to do before we die," Roland said. He didn't like lying to people, so he didn't. especially not family like his brother, John. That would be cruel.
"Don't be such a pessimist!" John shouted. "We have evidence. Kaputze may still exist!"
"SHUT UP! the scans came back and-"
"You said yourself that the scans could be inaccurate!"
"Well I-
A piercing 'CLACK! CLACK!' cut him off. the color drained from their faces as they both realized that it was a pack of-
"LAND CLAMS!"
These 7ft. tall, 10ft. wide blind clams had jagged, irregular teeth sprouting from within the folds of their lacy, pink crimped shells, 4 legs and 2 masculine tentacles(weird.). Their pearls were worth $75000, and their flesh was considered a local delicacy. Both on and off the plate,they were a force to be reckoned with. The only way to deal with them was to:
1) have a battle chef on your team,
2) carry a maul with you at all times, or
3)stay silent until out of hearing range then run like madmen in the opposite direction.
Roland and John both drew their mauls. They waited for the first one walked in between them, then simultaneously slammed down their hammers on it.The shell shattered, the spiked mauls stabbing the soft interior.
The remaining 9 did not hesitate. the pack surged forward, tentacles extended the brothers charged, mauls at the ready.
One hour later, the blood of clams splattered the clearing. The brothers collected the pearls, ate the dead clams and relaxed.
Then, they heard a rumble. 30 clams were charging towards their position. they froze. no one could beat 40 clams in 2 hours.
Then Roland saw it. He nudged John, who started to smile.
It was a bit of carved, jewelled stone. It looked like a corner of a ziggurat.
They held still. They waited, then bolted. They ran for miles. When their legs gave, they crawled. The last thing Roland saw before blacking out was the city. They made it! He saw natives running towards him. They found him blacked out, smiling.
THE END
ONE HOUR LATER, they were completely lost.
"Now what?"
"Now we think of something to do before we die," Roland said. He didn't like lying to people, so he didn't. especially not family like his brother, John. That would be cruel.
"Don't be such a pessimist!" John shouted. "We have evidence. Kaputze may still exist!"
"SHUT UP! the scans came back and-"
"You said yourself that the scans could be inaccurate!"
"Well I-
A piercing 'CLACK! CLACK!' cut him off. the color drained from their faces as they both realized that it was a pack of-
"LAND CLAMS!"
These 7ft. tall, 10ft. wide blind clams had jagged, irregular teeth sprouting from within the folds of their lacy, pink crimped shells, 4 legs and 2 masculine tentacles(weird.). Their pearls were worth $75000, and their flesh was considered a local delicacy. Both on and off the plate,they were a force to be reckoned with. The only way to deal with them was to:
1) have a battle chef on your team,
2) carry a maul with you at all times, or
3)stay silent until out of hearing range then run like madmen in the opposite direction.
Roland and John both drew their mauls. They waited for the first one walked in between them, then simultaneously slammed down their hammers on it.The shell shattered, the spiked mauls stabbing the soft interior.
The remaining 9 did not hesitate. the pack surged forward, tentacles extended the brothers charged, mauls at the ready.
One hour later, the blood of clams splattered the clearing. The brothers collected the pearls, ate the dead clams and relaxed.
Then, they heard a rumble. 30 clams were charging towards their position. they froze. no one could beat 40 clams in 2 hours.
Then Roland saw it. He nudged John, who started to smile.
It was a bit of carved, jewelled stone. It looked like a corner of a ziggurat.
They held still. They waited, then bolted. They ran for miles. When their legs gave, they crawled. The last thing Roland saw before blacking out was the city. They made it! He saw natives running towards him. They found him blacked out, smiling.
THE END
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