I Guess They Were the Existential Blues Brothers
You wander out of the woods and into a large grassy clearing, filled with bright red wildflowers. As you walk through them, they release a cloud of pollen, making you sneeze, and the colors suddenly look way brighter. "Oh great," you mutter in a thick voice. "Poppies. Poppies. Poppies..."
You stumble forward in a daze, and discover that the field is full of people -- pairs of people, unless your vision is doubling. They each seem to be engaged in witty banter or arguments about where they're travelling to, though none of them seem particularly concerned about getting to wherever that is, because they're all deeply intoxicated from the poppies.
Oddly, none of them seem particularly perturbed by this. In fact, they all look like practiced -- even dedicated -- burnouts. Is that some kind of requirement for two guys on a road trip?
Considering how many of them there are, and how you're stumbling around, and how they're stumbling around and getting in your way (albeit probably not intentionally), it is going to take you forever to get to the other side of the clearing without a little judicious use of force.
Ordinarily, you'd hate the thought of going into a fight when you're this messed up, but considering how messed up the burnouts are, maybe it'll cancel out and put you on even footing.
Occurs at The Road to the White Citadel.
References
- The song "Existential Blues" features the line "Poppies, poppies, poppies!" (itself a reference to the film The Wizard of Oz).
- The "Blues Brothers", of course, were met previously.
