Fire Up Above
You find yourself in the middle of a group of protesters waving Molotov cocktails around.
"Hey, umm," you say. Their eyes narrow as they turn on you in unison. "That might... like... not be the best idea, don't you think?"
"What do you mean?" one of them snarls.
"Well, let's just say that maybe... Vyacheslav Molotov and Count Ferdinand von Zeppelin wouldn't be the best of friends if they met. In fact, they might explode and kill us all if they were to get together..."
"Sounds to me like you've spent too much time reading books and not enough time trying to break down the system," says a particularly mean-looking lynyrd skinner. "In fact, I'm beginning to suspect you don't belong here at all..."
You'd better think of something fast.
| Join in |
You grab three Molotov cocktails from a nearby Molotov cocktail crate and pour them down the pants of the three nearest protesters, who are forced to go back to their houses to change pants. Cool prank!
| Slip into darkness, slip out of sight |
You make your night move, which is to flee into the darkness.
Occurs in A Mob of Zeppelin Protesters.
Notes
- Slipping into the darkness skips the adventure.
