Quest In The Realms – an interactive Bananafish production! Episode 8

• Here’s where the adventure begins

• This is how you can win 30 STEEM and 30 @steembasicincome shares.

8

You wake up in a dark alley with your bandmates piled up against you.

“Wake up dudes!” you say and start pushing them off.

They mumble, grumble and sit up.

“Wow, I just came off a really bad trip man,” Tres says holding his head in his hands.

“I, I don’t feel so good,” Machete says.

You look around to get your bearings.

“I really don’t feel well,” Machete says standing up. He rushes to the corner of the alley, whips his pants down and craps.

“Oh, fuck this hurts HARD!” he yells as a white egg shoots out his butt, bounces off the ground and rolls into the alley.

Tres reaches out and grabs it, smiling.

“Only the best stuff comes delivered in these,” he says while cracking the egg open. He stares at the insides and seems disappointed.

“What’s in it?” you ask, trying to ignore Machete’s whimpers.

“Paper...and diamonds?” he says looking at you confused.

You carefully pick out the items without touching the egg. You confirm there are two diamonds. Opening the paper you see a note with coordinates on it.

“I guess we better find a way to get to the island,” you say.

You stand up and walk to the end of the alley. The streets are deserted. There’s a broken neon sign flashing erratically.

Welcome to Tin City
On the
Salton Sea

You find a dive bar not too far down the street. It’s sketchy, but you’ve been to worse. You enter inside and walk up to the bar.

“What’ll it be boys?” says the one-eyed bartender while polishing a glass with a dirty rag.

“We’re looking for transportation,” you say.

“Over there, in the back corner,” he says pointing.

You all look where he points and see people sitting at a booth, but it’s too dark to make them out. As you get closer you see a large man, with what looks like a pig’s face. You hesitate and Machete runs into you, knocking you over to the table. The room goes silent and you hear a series of clicks.

The pig man leans forward into the light. You notice he’s human, but has a prosthetic nose that looks like a pigs. You stand up slowly, keeping your eyes facing the table.

“If you have somethin’ to say, I’d say it fast. My men tend to be a li’l trigger happy,” Pig Nose says then laughs.

“We, we need transport,” you manage to choke out.

“If you’re askin’ me you must be desperate. What needs movin’?”

“Me and my bandmates.”

“Why don’t you just call Oober?” he asks, chuckling.

“They don’t go where we’re going.” You show him the coordinates on the paper.

“Ah. Well, I can help you. It all depends on how much you want to spend...”

“What are our options?” you ask.

“Well, if you’ve got a lot o’ dough, there’s the fast monorail with the A.I. driver. Not so much dough gets you an old psychedelic airplane. The last and cheapest is a rusty old cargo ship that leaves from L.A.”

He looks you up and down.

“What’ll it be?”

• If you offer both the diamonds, turn to 12
• If you offer only one diamond, turn to 13
• If you are ok with the rusty cargo and only offer the meager advance payment for the gig at the A.O.C.H., turn to 14a