Talk:Grandpa
Talking with Grandpa
Will open a new area when you ask him about wife
Anyone found something re reacts to besides wife? --Reekusan 04:41, 14 March 2009 (UTC)
He also responds to 'mine'. Airin 06:02, 14 March 2009 (UTC)
Yeah; Mer-Kin, octopus, and diver.--Kathrynt 05:04, 14 March 2009 (UTC)
After you get Grandma's note, ask him about "note" tells you to go get 2 colors of yarn, both noncombats at the outpost, he then makes you a map. One more noncombat finds grandma, she comes back and is asleep. If you say "rumors" 3 times he says:
""... You're a persistent little cuss, ain'tcha? All right, look, don't be spreading this around, you keep this under yer hat, hear? But word on the street is, them fellas are getting braver than usual because they found some sort of ancient hoodoo or something deep in that sunken ruin of theirs, something left behind from their ancestors, or maybe even from before the city fell, I dunno. Load of hogwash, you ask me, but you never can be sure, so you'll stay away from those Mer-kin if you know what's good for you.""
Probably relating to the mer-kin prayer beads. can't find any more keywords or adventures springing from this area though. --Pat McRotch 05:14, 14 March 2009 (UTC)
Here's a list of everything I've found he responds to. Stuff that's grouped elicits the same response:
(Grandma/wife), (Mom/Dad/Daughter), Big Brother, Little Brother, (Anemone/Mine/miner), wizardfish, mer-kin, eel, wreck, reef, octopus, fisherfish, (Neptune/Neptune flytrap), (nurse/nurse shark), note, rumors, diver, clownfish, belle, (lounge lizardfish/lizardfish). --Ahamster 08:31, 14 March 2009 (UTC)
2 of his random chatters are MST3K riffs from Deadly Mantis ("What? Marie died, you know!", "Huh? When's Jell-o?") --Hoobity 08:40, 14 March 2009 (UTC)
Is it really necessary to put "obvious" into the references? Sure, it's obvious if you're familiar with the thing that is being referenced, but this is the case for every reference. --Chalky 22:01, 16 March 2009 (UTC)
Note: The British/Fleetwood Mac spelling "rumours" works as a replacement word for "rumors" --Toade 21:49, 26 March 2009 (UTC)
Words tried
Since CDMoyer implied that we missed some stuff, I'm starting a list of all the words I've tried, grouped by zone of origin. I know this is likely to get long, but it will also cut down on repetition in our search.
-General- das boot, little bitty bathysphere, makeshift SCUBA gear, scuba, aerated, aerated diving helmet, -The Briny Deeps- The Briny Deeps, funk, sole, brother, funk sole, sole brother, funk sole brother, fish, fish meat, slick, slick fish meat, pumped-up, bass, pumped up bass, beefy, beefy fish meat, -The Brinier Deepers- The Brinier Deepers, bazookafish, bubble, gum, bazookafish bubble gum, fish bazooka, bazooka, clubfish, fish stick, stick, scimitarfish, scimitar, -The Briniest Deepests- The Briniest Deepests, decent white shark, decent, white, shark, cartilage, jumper, shark tooth, ganger, ganger bandana, tattoo, temporary teardrop tattoo
And that's where I'm giving up for now. If anyone wants to expand/modify this list, feel free. --Valliant 05:42, 18 March 2009 (UTC)
Tried: Sushi, tempura, church, crab, great-grandpa, mine crab, our lady of perpetual motion, killscroll, thingpouch, foodbucket, old man, dragonfish, bingo, sailor. --I Shot the Serif 22:31, 23 May 2010 (UTC)
Tales about monsters and places
My apologies for the massive amount of text. Could someone who's good at the wiki formatting get this to the main page all pretty-like? --LegendaryBard 08:44, 14 March 2009 (UTC)
What does asking about the wreck unlock?
That seems to be the only thing left that hasn't been figured out yet. --I Shot the Serif 04:19, 26 May 2010 (UTC)
Might unlock something in the yet-to-be-released undersea stuff. There are more Sea Monkeys to be found and more places to be revealed. --Club (#66669) (Talk) 07:39, 26 May 2010 (UTC)
Wreck may not have had anything set up, the going theory is that it's likely related to the water-polo cap and mitt. There are two item ids that were the most likely. The first ID 3814 has been confirmed by a dev as "crate of dusty wine" which has been stated to both be unavailable, and "doesn't actually give you wines when you try to use it". The other theorized unused item ID is 4131 which is grouped alongside a few added items to The Marinara Trench's non-combats. However that was added after the sea content was mostly done. Of course, it could always be added later, I haven't checked all of the possible ID groupings.--Irrat (talk) 23:40, 13 March 2022 (UTC)
"Don't talk to me about those wizardfish, young'un. Bunch of stuck-up, pretentious, scaly little bastards, if you ask me.
Oh, all right, I'll tell you all about it, whether you like it or not. I was the first and last Sea Monkee to attend their school of magic. On the way to the school, I met this young fish with a scar on his head. I figured the other fish'd shun him because he looked like a freak with that scar, and with the floppy hair that he had. I mean, hair on a fish just ain't natural; look at the lounge lizardfish if you don't believe me. So anyway, I tell this kid that I'd be his buddy and look out for him, if he looked out for me. I told him to watch out and not get involved with the wrong kind of wizardfish -- I mean, some of those fish are into the drugs, and the satanism, and all that.
Well, you know what he said to me? He says, "I think I can tell the wrong kind of wizardfish for myself, thank you." Well, from that day on that hairy wizardfish did everything he could to drub me out of school. I'd be walking around the schoolyard, minding my own business, and before I knew it he'd be up in my face, talking all kinds of nonsense. I tried to go out for sports, he did his best to knock me around on the field. I'd rat him out for sneaking around after hours, he'd cheat his way into winning the house cup. All the teachers took his side, and most of the students did, too.
Still, I ain't no quitter, so I stuck with it, but the last straw was when he got one of his little girlfriends to beat me up. The little snot-nosed punk couldn't even do it himself! After that, I figured there weren't any magic worth learning that was worth putting up with him, and I got out of there before they blamed me for trying to kill the headmasterfish, or some other trumped-up nonsense.
The only spell I ever learned was avius ticklium, and I can tell you, it's not that useful a spell."
"Eel"
"Let me tell you something, young'un, and you best listen and listen good: if you want to have a good time under the sea, it's always a good idea to take an eel with you. Me and Noodly Bob used to hang out with an eel, Pizza Pie we called him, because he was a moray -- get it? You don't get it? You've never heard that song? What are they teaching you kids in schools these days?
Anyway, Pizza Pie wasn't one of those fancy electric eels you have these days. No, back in those days the eels all ran on steam. Steam eels, we'd call 'em. Well, Pizza Pie and Noodly Bob heard tell that there was going to be a big clambake down in the Briniest Deepests -- or maybe it was a shindig. Anyway, we all went down to bake some clams, or maybe dig some shins, and on the way there we ran into Paddywagon.
And I mean that literally, whippersnapper -- Paddywagon wasn't the smallest fish, or the fastest, or the smartest, or the most articulate, or -- what was I talking about?
Oh, yeah, the shinbake. So me, Noodly Bob, Pizza Pie, and Paddywagon went down to the Briniest Deepests, and they were having a cake walk. I don't suppose you've ever been to a good old-fashioned cake walk, not with your empty threes and your listenings to the punk rock music, but back in our day, a cake walk was just about the most fun you could have with your clothes on, and it was even more fun with your clothes off. So we entered Paddywagon in the cake walk, and we had Pizza Pie swim up in Paddywagon's shorts and pretend he was one of Paddywagon's legs, so Paddywagon could take bigger steps.
Well, Paddywagon and Pizza Pie won that cakewalk, sure as you were born, and we all enjoyed the cake. Well, except Pizza Pie. He never was quite the same after spending all that time in Paddywagon's shorts, and he never talked to us again. But, hey, that's a moray.
You still don't get it, do you? Get off my lawn!"
"Flytrap"
"Heh, that puts me to mind about the time Freddy Getshisheadstuckinthings got his head stuck in one of them ol' Neptune flytraps. It was back in '44, maybe '46. I think it was '44 because that was the year the factory shut down, you know the factory, used to make those things. You know what I mean, those little things you turn upside down. Wasn't much call for 'em, not around here, so eventually they closed up shop. Quite a few folks lost their jobs that year, back in '46 or maybe '44. We got through it though, yessir, we knew how to tighten our belts in those days. Not like folks these days, throwin' money around like it grew on animals or something, nossir. 'A sand-penny saved is a sand-penny earned', that's what my old dad used to say. He said a lot of other things too, like 'a bird killed in the hand is worth two killed with one stone' and 'never give a sucker a fish on his lunch break'. To be honest with you, kid, I didn't know what he was talking about most of the time, but that one with the sand-pennies and the saving and earning of 'em, that's just sensible thinking.
Oh, egg-timers. That was what they made in that factory. And we called him Freddy because it was shorter than Frederick, which was his actual name."
"Octopus"
"Who? Oh, those fellas with the arms. Used to see them down the county fair with those vegetables of theirs. Why, I remember one year, me and my buddy Tuba were hanging around there, watching Tuba's Aunt Selma's prize manatee, Bessie. She'd been entered in the Best Manatee Competition that year, you see. Bessie, that, is, not Selma. We called him "Tuba" because the tuba was one of the musical instruments he couldn't play. In fact he couldn't play any instruments at all, but the tuba was one of 'em.
Anyway, one of those octopus guys were there with those radishes of theirs, you know the ones, big as your head those radishes were. Well, maybe not your head. You've got a pretty big head, kid. But they was as big as the head of someone with a head that's not as big as yours. Big radishes, that's what I'm trying to say here. You listening?
So like I was saying, me and Tuba were there keepin' an eye on Bessie, that's Tuba's Aunt Selma's prize manatee Bessie, what Selma entered in the manatee competition. That's what were were there to do, though we spent most of the time chattin' up the 4H girls in the next stall and eating fried things. You can get just about any kind of food you want fried at a county fair, you know. Hot dogs, ice cream, cotton candy, hell, you name it and they'll fry it. That's how we had a good time back in those days: eatin fried food and flirtin' with blond 4H girls. You kids these days wouldn't know nothing about that I expect, all playing those electronical shooting-them-ups and spinning around on your heads. Why would anyone want to do something called "breakdancing", that's what I'd like to know. We had the Lindy Hop, that was plenty good for us."
"Wreck"
"Eh? What's that, kid? Oh, you mean the old Fitzsimmons wreck. Let's see, must've been back in '47... no, no, it was '48, I remember 'coz that was the year the Red Tide won the big water-polo championships. Ol' Twinky and I hitched our way out to the big city to see the game, it was the Red Tide playing against the Duluth Squids, and let me tell you, that was the game of a lifetime. Now see, Twinky had this big sack o' sandwiches that his aunt had made for him for the trip, y'see, and half of em was cheese and onion, and the rest were onion and cheese. We called him Twinky because he was tall and thin, like one of those things you put in the corner and hang hats on.
Now like I said, he had this big bag of sandwiches, and we were hitchhiking into town to see the big game, Squids versus the Tide, and round about the third inning it happened, and danged if I don't still remember it like it was yesterday. See, Big Georgie Conway was up to bat for the Squids, and I say it was the third inning, but nowadays you'd call it the eighth, that being before the water-polo league rules restructuring they did at the convention in '51, when they stopped callin' 'em quarter-innings and renumbered 'em, and let me tell you I don't cotton much to that way of thinking. Ruins the suspense, to my mind.
Anyway, Conway's up to bat and he has this steely glint in his eyes, the kind you don't see any more on these modern ball-players, all gone soft from the ridiculous salaries they give them, I tell ya we didn't even have numbers that big in those days, why, that was when a water-polo player was in it for the thrill and glory of the game, and what would you do with that kind of money anyways I ask you? But you could see from his eyes that he meant business, yesiree. And he nodded at the pitcher just as polite as can be, and pointed his bat at the far wall of the stadium, and the pitcher wound up and hurled the old beanbag and when Conway swung, well dang if you couldn't feel the current all the way up in the bleachers where Twinky and I were sitting eating those sandwiches, cheese and onion you'll recall, and those bleachers were as good a seat as anywhere in that arena and you could get a ticket for a nickel and still have change for popcorn.
Anyway Conway struck out and the Tide went on to win the series. Helluva game, it was. Ayup.
What? The old Fitzsimmons wreck? What's that got to do with water-polo? Pay attention, kid!"
"Diver"
"What, you think those unholy divers are scary? Back in my day, they were just divers. Nothing unholy about 'em -- they'd come down, and they'd spread their objectivist propaganda, and then they'd skedaddle back to the surface, because people back then knew their place in life, and they accepted it. It's not like today, where you've got snot-nosed Mer-kin princesses trading their voice for legs to walk on land. Nope, back then we knew it was better down where it's wetter, take it from me!
What was I talking about? Oh, yeah, the divers. If you ask me, things went wrong for them when they took up with those creepy little girls. You'll come to no good when you start hangin' around with freaky, unnatural children -- so, in other words, children -- and you'll come to plenty of bad. Those little girls with their needles and their drugs, well, they're no better than they should be. Scratch that -- they're not even as good as they should be, and they should be pretty good.
Taking drugs with needles, indeed. Back in my day, if we needed a pick-you-me-up, we'd go get a prescription for some nice, safe pills. We'd take the pills, and we'd get all antsy-in-the-pantsy, and then we'd go get some more pills to calm us down. Then we'd be too calm, so we'd -- well, you get the idea. And we were happy, dagnabbit, and we didn't have to poke ourselves with any old glowing syringes."
"Reef"
"Hmph! You'll avoid those no-good-for-nothings if you know what's good for you, kid. Nothing but idlers and wastrels. Shiftless layabouts, popping joints and stoning themselves, playin' the bongos with no shirts on and I don't know what else. Don't wanna know, either! I tell ya, those lazy junkies have really spoiled that reef. Back in my day you had a proper class of hooligan, lemme tell you! Leather jackets with bicycle chains hanging offa them, hair all slicked up with jellyfish slime into a big ol' pompadour, real sense of style them fellas had. Not like these new ones just layin around in their pajamas and their hair all long like it never saw a scissors in their lifetimes, don't know how they tell the boys from the girls. Used to be you could count on a good rumble down the Reef on a Saturday night, now the only rumble you'll hear is from those slackers snoring while they're on the nod. Disgraceful!"
"Belle"
"Yeah, there's a few of them down in the trench. Quite a few, actually. Must've been a Jilted Southern Ladies Cruise some time back in the day, I reckon.
You know, that reminds me of the time me and Johnny Two-Fingers were out near the trench, raising the dickens. Had it about four feet up, when who should come along but Ol' Walleye Bill. Bill was 'bout the orneryest cuss in town in those days, seemed like he couldn't stand to see anyone having a good time, and since he had double-vision on account of his eyes, that made everything twice as bad to his mind. Well, ol' Bill started kickin up a ruckus, and that poor ol' ruckus never did anyone no harm that I could see, but me and Johnny Two-Fingers weren't gonna put up no fight against Walleye Bill, nossir, not if we wanted to keep our gills on the sides of our necks like we did.
So, we high-tailed it out of there 'bout as fast as a piranha on porkchop night, and when we stopped swimming we discovered we were a ways further into that trench than our folks would've permitted if they'd knew. But we sat ourselves down on a rock to rest a bit before heading back, and wouldn't you know it one of those drowned ladies drifts up out've nowhere, wailing "Whooo's got my gooolden aaaarrrrmm?" which in retrospect was a mite odd, since her arms looked pretty normal, well as normal as you'd expect anyway. But I don't mind telling you, the water got a fair bit warmer where we were sitting, if you know what I mean, and we lit on out of there like a greased electric eel. Johnny Two-Fingers lost his water-polo mitt, which was a right shame, but it was a darn sight better than losing your balls, or being taken to balls, or whatever it is those belles are like to do to a fella.
We called him Johnny Two-Fingers because he had more than two fingers, by the way."
"Yeah, I've seen those new-fangled fish with their new-fangled bioluminescent thingamabobs hanging out where god 'n' everybody can see 'em. I don't take to that kind of frippery, I'll tell you that for free. You ask me, anything that hunts with one of those things is no better than he should be. Why, back in my day, all we had was candles to light our way, and they didn't give much light, what with us being at the bottom of the ocean and all.
I remember this one time, me and Paddywagon -- no, wait, that was after Paddywagon joined the service -- it must have been me, Jorg, and Noodly Bob, yeah, that's who it was, ol' Noodly Bob, with his cartilaginous skeleton. You could fold that kid up and stuff him just about anywhere. It sure came in handy when you needed to break into Old Man Skinner's tool shed. Anyway, me and Jorg and Noodly Bob were out in the Marinara Trench, holding our candles and shivering in the dark, when Jorg decides he was going to train a passing school of halibut to spell out his name. Thing was, he wanted them to spell out his whole name, which was Jorgalina Hopscotch Devalto Margnet Jones. Well, those halibut didn't take kindly to Jorg ordering them around, and before we knew it, they had beat the stuffing out of Jorg. And let me tell you, Jorg was a guy who loved his stuffing. We're talking about a pretty sizeable wad of stuffing here, and not even Noodly Bob could get it all put back in. Jorg was never quite the same after that.
Is it naptime yet?"
"Mine"
"You think you know about digging in a mine? Well, let me tell you something, youngun: you kids today don't know squat about fun. You stay inside all day, rotting your brains and your eyeballs with your wee boxstation games and your serieses of tubes. Back in my day, we got out of the house every once in a while!
I remember all the fun me and my buddies used to have outside. Let's see -- there was me, and ol' Paddywagon, and his little brother Jorg, and the Festering Twins, Stinky and Not-as-Stinky. We'd go out and dig in the dirt all day long, and sometimes into the night. We'd dig just for the joy of diggin'! We'd dig until our hands were bleeding and our mouth and nose were caked with dirt, because sometimes we'd dig with our mouths when our hands started to hurt too much.
And it was worth it, you hear me? It was worth it just to be out in the fresh water with your best pals, just making up games and making your own fun. Oh, and sometimes we'd find a big ol' aquamarine down in the muck, and that was the most fun of all. Legend had it that old ladies would drop 'em over the sides of boats or something, but we didn't care where they came from. We just knew that finding a gem meant we could hand it over to the man who watched us dig, and he'd finally let us rest and have something to eat. I tell you, you kids today don't know the meaning of the word 'fun.' Now get offa my lawn before I give you what for."
"Ha! You think you want to go messing with clownfish, little scraper? I'd wait until you're old enough to wear long pants, or you're liable to get more than your knee skinned. Those clownfish may look funny to you, junior, but they're no laughing matter.
I remember one time me and my old pal Paddywagon went to the fish circus. See, we were seeing this pair of identical twins -- and I mean identical, named Laverne and Hortence. They wanted us to take them to the circus, so we took 'em. They wanted us to win 'em big stuffed fish on the midway, and by gum, we won 'em! You kids today with your pinball games and your ping-pong tables probably don't remember how to knock over milk jugs with a baseball, but we did, and Laverne and Hortense expressed their gratefulness in a couple of identical ways that you're too young to understand.
Oh, right the clownfish. Well, after the show under the big top, we went around back to roll in the seaweed, and there was a clownfish back there, drinking rotgut whiskey. He fell down, and me and Paddywagon laughed at him, and then he challenged me and Paddywagon to a salsa-eating contest! That was how we always settled disputes in my day -- none of your fistfights or roshambo, just a vat of salsa per man, and may the best man win.
Anyway, that clownfish ate that salsa like he was born at the bottom of a barrel of salsa and had to eat his way out, only long enough ago that he was hungry again, and all he was hungry for was salsa.
That clownfish walked away with Laverne and Hortense and left us looking like a couple of salsa-faced mooks. You steer clear of those clownfish, whippersnapper, you hear? Even the little ones are trouble.
Actually,especially the little ones."
"Ha! You think that lounge lizardfish knows something about tippling, kiddo? Let me tell you, sprout, you kids today don't know anything about getting drunk. You have yourself two or three drinks with some fruity girl name and all kinds of ingredients that aren't even booze, and then you stagger around like you're completely blotto. Back in my day, we really knew how to get cockeyed. We'd tie one on until we were three sheets to the wind. After that, we'd have another snootful until we were pie-eyed, and we woulnd't stop until we were schnockered. Why, I'll bet I'm three times you're age, and I could still drink you under the table and out the other side.
Oh, sure, the next day I'd wake up and it'd feel like someone stuffed a whole dead cat into my mouth, and half the time that's exactly what had happened. My head would hurt so bad that I'd bang it on the floor because that felt a little better in comparison. But let me tell you, back in those days you couldn't just call in sick and lie down in the dark all day like you pantywaists do nowadays. My boss down at the anemone mine, Ol' Doc Respiration we used to call him, because if you missed a day of work he'd dock your pay if you were still breathing. Ol' Doc wouldn't stand for anyone having a hangover. He never touched the stuff himself -- never trust someone like that, much less work for 'em, young 'un, that's my advice. Anyway, whenever I woke up after a night in my cups, I knew how to get rid of that hangover and get to work on time. You see, you just have to have a bit of the hair of the fish that bit you.
What? I know fish don't usually have hair! What, do you think I'm senile? But I'm telling you, that's the surefire hangover cure: a little hair of the fish."
"Nurse"
"Ha! You think you know anything about nurses? Let me tell you, back in my day we knew exactly how to treat a nurse shark, whippersnapper. We would sneak into the Dive Bar, and we'd buy the nurse shark drink all night. No, no, that's not a typographical error, whatever that is -- we'd buy him one drink, and it'd last him all night. Once he was good and liquored up, we'd steal one of his blank prescription pads and get up to all kinds of hijinks!
I remember this one time, it was me and the Festering Twins, Stinky and Not-As-Stinky, and we got ahold of a blank prescription pad and then we hit the town. We got us some prescription-strength deodorant for Stinky, and prescription-strength mouthwash for Not-as-Stinky, and then I wrote myself a prescription for something special.
You see, I used to have this rash that covered my whole body from my clavicles to my knees -- knee-to-clavicle dermatitis, I called it, but no doctor would ever examine it close enough to treat it. So I wrote myself a prescription for some extra-strength medicated liniment, and before long that rash cured right up! The only side effect was that I hallucinated for a week straight. I thought I was a set of venetian blinds, and so I spent the whole week hanging in a window and pulling my knees up whenever someone wanted to let in some light.
Those were the best seven days of my life, let me tell you that -- I cried for three straight hours when it wore off and I had to be a Sea Monkee again. I tell you, you kids don't know how much fun it is, being a venetian blind, and you probably never will, because you're too busy with your hippity-hoppity music and your tattoos. Feh! Good riddance to the lot of you."
"Scales"
"What? Oh, those things off of fish. Little hard bits. Usedta go to school with a fish, what was his name... I think we just called him Fish, what with him being a fish and all. Anyway Fish had this bad dandruff, always shedding scales all the time. Maybe he had one of those diseases fish get that cause them to lose their scales, I dunno. But those scales just poured offa that fella. We used to say if someone ever caught him and put him in a fishbowl it'd be like an instant one of them things, ayup.
You know what I mean. Those things you shake.
Anyway, scales, yep, you see a lot of those around, what with all the fish and all. You know, those fish you see around, with the scales. My wife makes stuff out of 'em on occasion, the scales that is, not the fish. Well, she makes a trout almondine once in a while, so it's not that she never makes anything out of fish, you understand, but that's not what I'm talking about here. I'm talking about scales.
That's a damn fine meal, my wife's trout almondine. Better than you'll find in any of them fancy cloth-napkin restaurants, I'll tell you that for free.
But yeah, thing is though, ya can't make stuff outta just any ol' scales. Not them torn-up dull-looking old scales that just flake offa any old fish, nossir, you gotta get good ones. Well I guess you could use the dull ones, now that I think about it, but your results wouldn't be worth a tinker's damn. No point to wasting your time on that rubbish. If you're gonna do something you ought to do it right, and that means getting the good scales, assuming what you're gonna do is make something out of scales.
You know, this conversation reminds me of a fella I met down in Madness Reef one time... seemed mighty concerned about scales that fella did. Said he was an economist or something, fella just wouldn't stop talkin' about scales. Scales this and scales that and scales the other, that was this fella's line. Didn't understand a word of it.
I still don't know where she gets the almonds from."
"Hierfal"
Has there always been "rough sand with a twinkle" when beachcombing? --OldJanitor (talk) 10:46, 20 December 2019 (UTC)
- I've always used a script while beachcombing, so I never noticed any rough sand twinkling. But perhaps after talking with Grandpa certain tiles will start to twinkle when beachcombing? This might make it easier to identify rare loot under rough sand if that's the case. --RobuxShooters (talk) 12:37, 20 December 2019 (UTC)
- Yup, checked the forums and someone seems to have confirmed that the tiles start to twinkle if there's a rare item in that tile. Good luck beachcombing! --RobuxShooters (talk) 18:14, 20 December 2019 (UTC)
Titanic Reference
The old ladies dropping aquamarines off of boats thing is a reference to the movie Titanic, right?--Sirjeffreyofvistledorf 05:38, 29 May 2010 (UTC)
Trophyfish
I wonder how the trophyfish was first found. Anyone knows? I can't see any reference about it in any grandpa's dialog. - Mufus 11:40, 15 March 2011 (UTC)
- Like many trophy items, I think it was a hidden Easter Egg waiting for someone to ask grandpa about trophies. --Club (#66669) (Talk) 17:58, 15 March 2011 (UTC)
- Well, the current page implies that asking about "trophy" isn't good enough, you have to ask for "trophy fish". Apparently the term is a common one among anglers, though, so it isn't as obscure as it seems. --Starwed 20:13, 15 March 2011 (UTC)
- I believe there had been indications of some sort of undiscovered sea content. If I remember correctly, it was found my tivolimom. Dictionary attacks had been attempted to no avail. Just took awhile for someone to think of trying that term. --Flargen 09:29, 16 March 2011 (UTC)
- There's still more sea content out there, there are still empty windows in the sea monkey castle and items 3790 to 3811 sure look like they are from an as unreleased Mer-kin area. No, I will not tell you what they are. --Club (#66669) (Talk) 19:29, 16 March 2011 (UTC)
- But is this apparent content currently unimplemented or merely undiscovered? That's that the million meat question, isn't it? For example, Granny has been napping for a couple years now, which sounds more like a coma than a nap. --Noskilz 19:55, 16 March 2011 (UTC)
- It's unimplemented. --Flargen 00:23, 17 March 2011 (UTC)
It appears that asking Grandpa about something will last through ascensions. I haven't found the castle yet this ascension but got the water-polo cap to drop from a Neptune Flytrap. Skullrock (talk) 15:35, 15 October 2013 (UTC)
- i think the rule is that quest stuff resets on ascension but the rest doesn't. so "currents" and "mom" need to be opened every time but "trophy" doesn't. --Evilkolbot (talk) 20:11, 15 October 2013 (UTC)
