The Great Sael Adventure 1
"Alas! Everyone on the ship has been poisoned," says the Commodore, looking a bit sweaty and malnourished himself.
The Commodore looks into the wind and says, "Not an excellent choice, my client."
In your poisoned haze, you are not sure who he is talking to. However, you do know that you should have known better and that this was, indeed, a poor decision.
In accordance with the terrible luck you've had on this journey, your entire crew succumbs to a deadly bout of food poisoning.
Your poor crew succumbs to pain in their abdomen or rectum, chills, dehydration, dizziness, fatigue, fever, lightheadedness, loss of appetite, malice, weakness, and sweating; in addition, they are all feeling bloated and nauseous and have fallen victim to diarrhea, sudden gagging, vomiting, flatulence, and stomach cramps. They also complain of severe headaches.
Soon they complain no more. The Commodore informs you that you are all out of Robitussin, crackers, rice, toast, cereal, and bananas and the naval men's conditions worsen. Due to the headache, no one is able to make the logical decision to head toward the nearest [ˈpoʊɹt kaɹlˈoʊtə].
Because you're a fool, you all die.
The Commodore looks into the wind and says, "Not an excellent choice, my client."
In your poisoned haze, you are not sure who he is talking to. However, you do know that you should have known better and that this was, indeed, a poor decision.
In accordance with the terrible luck you've had on this journey, your entire crew succumbs to a deadly bout of food poisoning.
Your poor crew succumbs to pain in their abdomen or rectum, chills, dehydration, dizziness, fatigue, fever, lightheadedness, loss of appetite, malice, weakness, and sweating; in addition, they are all feeling bloated and nauseous and have fallen victim to diarrhea, sudden gagging, vomiting, flatulence, and stomach cramps. They also complain of severe headaches.
Soon they complain no more. The Commodore informs you that you are all out of Robitussin, crackers, rice, toast, cereal, and bananas and the naval men's conditions worsen. Due to the headache, no one is able to make the logical decision to head toward the nearest [ˈpoʊɹt kaɹlˈoʊtə].
Because you're a fool, you all die.
