Post by zerowonder on Aug 26, 2009 13:36:39 GMT -5
A scraping and clicking sound could be heard. The source of this was the clown of calamity, Tricky. Dragging his feet as he walked, cranking a wrench on the improbability-drive installed in his brain as wumpa juice still spurted out the device from his last fight with Crash Bandicoot. The sanity patch and identification scope were lost and so was Tricky. He needed to find The Auditor, but with the drive broken, the clown could only manage a slow walk.
Spotting Magus in the tree gave Tricky the oppotunity to ask for directions, but he had never interacted with anybody without violence before. Still he lurched forwards.
Spotting Magus in the tree gave Tricky the oppotunity to ask for directions, but he had never interacted with anybody without violence before. Still he lurched forwards.
