Ducky Park
Other Guests
"No," You tell them, "I really shouldn't. I'm not old enough."
They stare at you in shock for a while before responding. "The real Dastardly Dog wouldn't have turned us down for some beers," The guy says to you.
"Yeah, but this is a costume," You explain; "So I'm not the real Dastardly Dog."
"You're an asshole," He tells you.
"That's what I've heard," You reply.
The bikers laugh at and walk away shaking their heads. You let out a deep breath that you weren’t aware you’d been holding and walk off in search of kids to frighten. It doesn't take long before you are back to your dastardly ways, growling and barking and howling at the many children who flee from you in terror.
After striking fear into the hearts of the kids you stop to take a break and sit on a bench, resting your feet. You attempt to relax when a small child of about six years walks up and stares you down for well over a minute.
"What do you want, kid?" You ask him, malice evident in your tone.
"You're stupid," he tells you. Then he takes two steps towards you and punches you in the nuts before running off.
You fall from the bench, dropping to the ground in pain and cradling your pain laden testies. You writhe on the asphalt. Some time later the pain dulls and you find yourself ready to wreak some havoc.
“Where is that little bastard?” You ask yourself.
Children and parents alike attempt to stop you for photo opportunities and general interaction but you brush past them as if they do not exist. You have a goal now and you’ll be damned if anyone keeps you from achieving it. You look at the face of every child, seeking the one who harmed you, each step amplifying your rage.
It’s hard to say how much time passes before you spot him waiting in line at the fun house talking to Happy Duck himself.
Happy Duck, the asshole from the gate.
Happy Duck, the enemy of Dastardly Dog.
Happy Duck, someone this child clearly adores.
You begin charging, unsure until the last moment whether you are going to exact your revenge directly on the child, or indirectly while also claiming a bit of vengeance from the Ducky Park mascot.
Who do you hit?
"No," You tell them, "I really shouldn't. I'm not old enough."
They stare at you in shock for a while before responding. "The real Dastardly Dog wouldn't have turned us down for some beers," The guy says to you.
"Yeah, but this is a costume," You explain; "So I'm not the real Dastardly Dog."
"You're an asshole," He tells you.
"That's what I've heard," You reply.
The bikers laugh at and walk away shaking their heads. You let out a deep breath that you weren’t aware you’d been holding and walk off in search of kids to frighten. It doesn't take long before you are back to your dastardly ways, growling and barking and howling at the many children who flee from you in terror.
After striking fear into the hearts of the kids you stop to take a break and sit on a bench, resting your feet. You attempt to relax when a small child of about six years walks up and stares you down for well over a minute.
"What do you want, kid?" You ask him, malice evident in your tone.
"You're stupid," he tells you. Then he takes two steps towards you and punches you in the nuts before running off.
You fall from the bench, dropping to the ground in pain and cradling your pain laden testies. You writhe on the asphalt. Some time later the pain dulls and you find yourself ready to wreak some havoc.
“Where is that little bastard?” You ask yourself.
Children and parents alike attempt to stop you for photo opportunities and general interaction but you brush past them as if they do not exist. You have a goal now and you’ll be damned if anyone keeps you from achieving it. You look at the face of every child, seeking the one who harmed you, each step amplifying your rage.
It’s hard to say how much time passes before you spot him waiting in line at the fun house talking to Happy Duck himself.
Happy Duck, the asshole from the gate.
Happy Duck, the enemy of Dastardly Dog.
Happy Duck, someone this child clearly adores.
You begin charging, unsure until the last moment whether you are going to exact your revenge directly on the child, or indirectly while also claiming a bit of vengeance from the Ducky Park mascot.
Who do you hit?