smash_logs | Smash vs. Wild

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.

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Flint is over here sharpening a large stick with a pocket knife. Whatever could he be up to?

Hey, look, a clearing in the woods! The perfect spot to build your lean-to and start a campfire!

Oh, you thought the thunderstorms went out with August? HAHAHA SUCKER. I hope you brought an umbrella because it's pouring down rain right now!

Let's go climb on EVERYTHING!!

Sig never missed an opportunity to go out into the trees to catch bugs, especially if he can get an excuse to be out in the forest even at night!

If he wasn't lingering around at the campsite, Sig was wandering around in the trees.

RICK WAS TOTALLY HERE. He was so excited to be here. He was outside. Outside was a completely new experience compared to Aperture Science, Space, and the School. It was new and exiting and amazing.

How he got this far on his own was a grand mystery--hitched a ride on the back of a majestic eagle, or someone had a really strong magnet, or he propelled himself through shear robotestosterone and larate--but there was a simple fact of the matter and that was THERE WAS ONLY SO FAR Rick could go.

You know, without legs or arms.

There is a robot in the wilderness, made of metal and spherical in shape, slightly larger than a basketball and slightly smaller than a beach ball. He chattering on about adventure and manliness and occasionally growling about his predicament, flipping his handle bars about tiredly like a fish out of water. He stood out very much against the green/slowly browning leaves and foliage of the forest.

"Hey!" Perhaps someone with legs or arms could assist poor Rick. "Hey, you! Human ~~andor rough description of the less humany types~~! Down here!"

Edited 2012-09-09 04:15 (UTC)

THE LAKE

LET'S MAKE CAMP

IT'S GON RAIN

OMG MOUNTAINS

CATCHING BUGS

ADVENTURE TIME