Verisimilivirate
Grabbing your Willy, you run like the dickens toward and into the nearest forest, leaving the cutest girls you've ever seen behind, now LAUGHING instead of just giggling.
It's a rough trip, trying to keep in the thick of it most of the way. On your journey through the woods, you happen across what appears to be a ratty old shepherd's loincloth. "Well, you think, it's better than NOTHING." You put it on and yes, it IS as itchy as it looks - probably made from beaver hides or something. It has one strap that goes over your shoulder and covers you down to your kneecaps. All you can think is that you must look like a broke-ass Fred Flintstone (not that anyone on BLUE would know who that is).
After a while of trudging, you come to a fork in a road. There are three ways to go on this road: to the Northeast, to the East, and to the South. The East path is the only one that has a sign pointing to where it leads.
Where will you go?
It's a rough trip, trying to keep in the thick of it most of the way. On your journey through the woods, you happen across what appears to be a ratty old shepherd's loincloth. "Well, you think, it's better than NOTHING." You put it on and yes, it IS as itchy as it looks - probably made from beaver hides or something. It has one strap that goes over your shoulder and covers you down to your kneecaps. All you can think is that you must look like a broke-ass Fred Flintstone (not that anyone on BLUE would know who that is).
After a while of trudging, you come to a fork in a road. There are three ways to go on this road: to the Northeast, to the East, and to the South. The East path is the only one that has a sign pointing to where it leads.
Where will you go?