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[redjay]

[He won't even bother wasting his time showing his face or voice. Text is a lot faster, gets the message through without revealing himself.]

I hope you're all enjoying your stay on Fantasy Island as much as I am. I still haven't gotten my wish for the largest whirlpool bathtub and all the chili dogs I can eat. I'm hanging in there but I'm starting to lose my patience.

Got some questions and having them answered would really boost my mood.
How high does the tech run here?
Who else is kind of freaked out by the locals?

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[redjay]

And your reply is what? Stalling for time to give me something useful?

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[demon_brat]

I have no reasons to give you anything, useful or not.

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[redjay]

Another way of saying you have nothing useful.

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[demon_brat]

That does depend on what you want to use it for. Knowing the fruits of which plants are edible will not help you survive the open desert.

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[redjay]

Alright. You got a point, chuckles.

Got a good layout of the sectors?

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[demon_brat]

Good. For. What?

[No, seriously. There aren't many maps that Damian's been able to find, so the general question is not entirely unreasonable.

He just doesn't want general questions.]

The one facing the palace is Fire. Clockwise, Earth, Metal, Water, Wood.

For more, you either have to do the legwork or give more details.

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[redjay]

[It's hard to keep things anon. Ask too much, too specific? Raise the flags. Too general? You get jerkwads.]

Legwork, it is. Lucky me.

Just can't get good help these days.

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[demon_brat]

[His life is pain? No, actually, nobody made him try anon. The flags are already raised, because somebody so adamantly refusing to give details...

Well. Damian's is a suspicious mind.]

Suit yourself.

You only get what you give.