Goodbye Fnord
As Fnord the Unspeakable crashes to the ground, the remaining conspirators scatter in panic, yelling into their little microphones and jumping into black helicopters and white panel trucks. One of them shouts at you to expect a bill for the ammo they expended.
"Well done!" the Gourd exults. "Well done indeed! Those bastards will think twice before tangling with us again! They'll attack anyway, of course -- always do, the mad blighters. But this buys us some well-needed breathing room!"
"Well, I'm glad to have done my part to protect The Truth," you say. "The truth that, uh... what was it again?"
"That <conspiracy theory>? Or <conspiracy theory>? Or perhaps the fact that <conspiracy theory>!"
"One of those, certainly."
"And I'm very grateful for your aid, my friend. Here, take this as a token of my esteem."
| Take it. |
 | You acquire an item: fancy gourd potion |
You're suddenly holding a crystal decanter full of orange liquid. "What's this?" "An invigorating tonic!" the Gourd replies. "Full of natural ingredients to repair the damage to your vital essences caused by years of flouride, electromagnetic radiation, and alien hypno-beams."
You look at the bright orange liquid, then at the Gourd. "Is this your blood?"
"Blood? No! Not my blood, certainly not. Anyway, I have a zine to publish, you know, so if you'll excuse me. Do stop back in again, I'm sure I'll need your services in the future."
And with that you find yourself back at your campsite. Weird.
- Occurs in The Gourd!, after beating Fnord the Unspeakable.
