A Passion for Fashion
You duck into one of the hippies' numerous yurts and find a hippy tailor at work, hand-sewing a new uniform for the hippy army. He spots you and spins the mannequin around to face you.
"What do you think, man?" he asks. "I wanted to make something that says, 'we're here to fight,' but in a groovy, organic, totally holistic way that still allows for comfort and ease of stench release."
"I think," you say, "that camouflage is a lot more efficient when it's actually, y'know, camouflage. You're designing outfits to infiltrate the frat house, right?"
"Right."
"So, uh, maybe bright, fluorescent tie-dye isn't the way to go," you say. "Maybe something in a backwards baseball cap, some khaki shorts, a T-shirt for a horrible band..."
You spend an hour or so working with the tailor to come up with a new outfit. You feel decidedly more moxious for giving good fashion advice. You also feel that, to preserve your testosterone levels, you should go out and kill something and eat it raw and bleeding. Yes, even if you're female.
| You gain 100 Sarcasm. |
Occurs at The Hippy Camp (Verge of War) in War Hippy Fatigues.
