Smash vs. Wild

[planking]

Who: Flint and YOU!
What: The manliest camping trip ever
Where: The green stuff in the northeast corner of the map
When: The weekend of September 7-9
Warnings: Poison ivy.

Ah, camping. The great outdoors! Nature! Wind in the trees and rivers flowing down the mountain. Far, far, far away from civilization. And science. Especially science. Flint loved the outdoors. A little fresh air always did wonders for his mood. And when things got really stressful? Well, on those occasions, he needed an extra dose of the outdoors.

This was one of those occasions.

Two times running mazes for homicidal robots was two times too many, and as much as he could at least tolerate all the wonders of modern invention in FDC, all of the recent science had set him a little on edge. He needed to unwind, and he finally found himself with a free weekend to do it. And he thought, why not bring everyone else along for the ride? Surely some fresh air would do them good, too. Yep, this was gonna be a good weekend.

((OOC: There will be some general threads but please feel free to go nuts and make your own threads for stuff!))

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[tank_rockarms]

A drop of bear's blood rolled off of Max's elbow and splattered onto the adventure sphere.

"I'm sorta busy with my own bear right now," said Max. "That I killed by pullin' a tree outta the ground and clubbin' it to death with. Which is how I hunt a bear."

"But if you know all about bear huntin' then you must be pretty good at skinnin' a bear. So why don't you show me how good you are at dressin' a bear in the field?"

The bear lands with a tremendous thud next to your... well I guess all of you, Rick. It's bleeding, Rick. More of the blood might touch you, Rick. A mean looking knife lands next to it, point stuck into the ground.

[explosion_day]

Rick, obviously incapable of picking up the knife, acts as if that is not even a deterrent. He does not and can not pick up the knife, and makes no effort to.

"Well first you start here with his ugly mug." His green optic points in said direction.

"Then you cut a line aaaaaalll the way down. Just like that."

Just... like what... Rick...

[tank_rockarms]

Max, who has learned how to field dress animals as part of his Wilderness Survival Training, stared blankly at Rick. If Max had been in the Blue Moon Army, he would have been expected to do this sort of thing blindfolded (Oh, Olaf). But as it was, Max knew a thing or two about gutting animals. And Max knew that you always, always started with the anus.

"You start with his face," said Max slowly. "And what side of the bear do you cut the line aaaaaaaaaaall the way down? The back or the belly?"