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Surviving the Lock Keeper's Game 079: The fun continues
They were escorted out of the van and introduced to the guards. "Please remember their faces. Here in carnival city, no two clowns are exactly alike."Misha saved their faces, and Corey memorized every detail. The guards gave them a warm welcome, with flowers and candy. Then the official tour began. "This right here is the prize area. If you go play a game, you can win a prize." Cresten turned his eyes to Corey. "You can win romantic items for your lovely ladies. From Teddy bears, to grand level weapons. There everything for each and every one of you."Their eyes lit up, and Corey told himself in his head that he was not going to be able to get the fruit today. Become of some mild inconveniences. Such as the hungry women staring at the carnies and their booths. "Try out the rides. Win something games. Have some fun before lunch. And anything ride that has a yellow tape and no lines, please avoid."A swift breeze ran over Corey's skin. He pulled his coat tighter, and glanced back. T
Surviving the Lock Keeper's Game 080: Winning Gogo
The next day Corey spent it without the laides, they wanted to have some more fun with different rides. Borba wanted to test out the high tech park that had put the Loco Funatarium out of business. Corey toured the hotel, completing different games. It was quite easy when he wasn't getting distracted by anything. He focused his entire energy into it. You see, Corey had an idea of what he was going to do the next night. Sneaking out into the park to challenge the killer clown. That was if he didn't kill Corey before he could do anything. But to achieve this plan, he needed his own killer. He was about to round up the twelfth game when he realized he was on a different hall. One that had a yellow tape on each door. There had been no rule saying Corey couldn't explore but he found it oddly strange that there yellow tapes on every single door in this floor. If it meant something bad then they should have kept a warning. Not wanting to follow his curious mind, Corey continued the cross
Surviving the Lock Keeper's Game 081: Loco meets the end
"Who the fuck set you free? They do know you were a fucking terrorizer right?!"NewAge: SHE WAS VERY MUCH, A PSYCHO AMONGST PSYCHOS. WE STRUCK OIL.'I need to hex her soon enough. This could come back to bite me in the ass. And I do not want that.'Gogo smirked at loco. "Hey old friend. I kind of need that fruit that you have. Hand it over, or I'll eat your bones. I've done it before. Remember, Gretchen."Loco flinched. "I want Feldman. I'll give you the fruit in exchange for him.""No thank you. He's my new interest. Give me the fruit, or I will eat your bones.""That's not how it works, Gogo. It's either you win it, or you trade me something for it.""Fight me for it."Both of them turned their heads to face Corey. He stepped forward, dropping Gogo's bags in her hands. Corey unsheathed Luke and the sword released a battle cry. The armor appeared in no time. "If you win, I'll come willingly. If you lose, I will kill you and take the fruit."Seeing this as an easy win, Loco accepted
Surviving the Lock Keeper's Game 082: Hualaelae
"I can't believe our vacation is over." Pamela grumbled her feelings out. "I can't believe Corey knocked out a large clown and didn't tell us about it." Misha socked him in the ribs. His breath cut out, and gasped. "I can't believe I felt that." He wheezed out, and Misha cheered. She threw her fist forward, making punching motions. They were on board the ship, preparing for their next quest. With an additional member. Gogo. Borba's favorite person. The two talked more, and got along. Gogo was interested in learning more about the woman she idolized, all the while trying to introduce her personality to Borba. While the women tried to regain their usual schedules, and not mourn over the end of their vacation, Corey sat down in his room to think of some bags and clothes for their next mission. This time, the fruit wasn't going to be easy to collect. He asked NewAge to refresh his memory on the fruit. NewAge: THE NEXT FRUIT YOU HAVE CHOSEN TO GET IS A GOLDEN APPLE. IT ONLY GROWS I
Surviving the Lock Keeper's Game 083: Snakes
The girls and Corey strapped on their backpacks. They waited for Eleanora bring Greta out to the main deck, which was big enough to hold the dragon. It took them a day to get to the hualaelae jungle. The name kept sounding more ridiculous each time it was pronounced. Corey really wanted to know who came up with these names, and how people could say it with a straight face. Like Misha, she could say it without snickering or sounding like she was about to explode if she didn't laugh soon. Gogo was the exact opposite. She still couldn't get it right, without laughing the lights out of herself. She fallen down once, clutching her stomach and almost swelling from how hard she laughed. Eleanora stood in front of Greta, who was nuzzling Corey's palm. She hadn't seen him in a while, and Corey could see that he was missed by the dragon so he gave her his attention. "I need to get a ladder. I don't trust any of you to actually know anything about great Danes. Especially how to mount one.""
Surviving the Lock Keeper's Game Chapter 084:
"Corey, what the fuck is that?!" Pamela asked, drawing herself closer to him and Greta."Um, those are-" he was about to say python when the snakes hissed. Arm shots out of their sides, and their height increased. Corey watched them go from lareg pythons to towering nagas. Half snake creatures with a working subconscious. They can speak, and grab onto people with their arms. Corey watched as their torsos formed, their chest revealing them all to be male from the waist up. "Nagas?" Mikayla's voice was frightful. Noticing this, Borba gave them a thorough look. "They're just snake people. What's there to be afraid of?"Mikayla grabbed the orc by her head and pulled her down to her face level. She stared into Borba's shocked brown eyes with fear. "They are highly poisonous. Maybe not to orcs, but a friend of mine got bitten by one and she ended up losing her magic and needing to be amputated.""How- what- how does that make sense? She lost her magic so they cut off her limbs? I wouldn't
Surviving the Lock Keeper's Game 085: Come on
Not prepared to fight her was an understatement. Corey wasn't even close. He had a powerful sword but her skills were clearly better than his. Although he stuck to NewAge's advice to not move out of the straight line, Corey's curiosity skittered as he continued to stare at the sparkling object. He wondered, what could it be? If he were to throw caution to the wind, he would go and search for it. Instead Corey tried to think of things that could distract him from that object. The rain was instant on making Corey suffer, so he couldn't focus on that. With its gloomy dark clouds, and the prickle do cold water almost heavy with the rage of the storm. He sought to think about his quest. When would they be able to finish it. To get all seventy fruits, meet Iriel, and move on to something new. Something that could be less risky for his life. Though had to thank Lectus in a way. If it wasn't for his death of a quest, Corey wouldn't have explored the places he'd been too. He'd uncovered so
Surviving the Lock Keeper's Game 086: Trauma
Their clash made the storm heavier. Corey's arms were starting to get tired as he fought the knight. She swung, each movement more fluid than the last. Her body twisting and turning with the blade. Luke created a helmet to protect Corey's head and neck from the the knights swift hits. Her anger was increasing, Corey could feel it. But he was sticking to the lie that he didn't have what she wanted in his possession. And he would continue to stick to that even if it killed him. Mikayla didn't understand her husband's reasoning. He could hand over the pendant, but….The knight would still kill him. Hmm, she was starting to see there was only one way out for Corey. He had to defeat the knight. The storm had gotten to bad for her to see, and her skin was getting cold and wrinkly. "Okay, I'm going back into the tent. Borba, you can watch. Anyone who doesn't want to die from the cold, follow me."Borba's scowl didn't go down, she got to her feet. Having had enough of watching. Using her
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