Immediately, a cluster of beings show up.
“I’ll go with you.” “Sure, I’ll go.” “Me too.” “Yeah, okay.” “Sounds good.” “Fine.” “Okay, fine.” “Sure, fine.” “All right.” “Yes! ” “Both of us will go.” “Yeah, I’m going.” “I guess I’ll go.” “I’m moving, and I’m introducing my dog.” “You know what? Sure. Why not.” “Okay.” “Yes.” “Okay.” “Okay, yes.” “Fine.” “Yeah! ” “Yes. Okay, sure! ” “Take me on your journeying, Marco Polo.” “I’m “re coming with” you.” “Sounds good.” “Yup, sounds good.” “Okay.” “Okay, yeah.” “Let’s vanish! ” “Yes.” “Yes.” “I’ll go.” “My name is Michael, and I’ll go as well.” “Okay, I’ll go.”
They all shout at you.
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Great. Let’s all go to China. button > div >
Invite everyone to come with you except the guy who wants to bring his fucking dog. div > div > div >
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You set out on the Silk Road with your numerous assistants. The indicate to your freedom says “China: 5,000 miles.”
Fuck, that’s far.
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Walk for endless eras and nights. button > div >
Run for endless daylights and nights. button > div >
Somersault for innumerable epoches and nights. div > div > div >
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After stepping for innumerable periods and lights, you come upon a fellow merchant you accept from your previous expeditions.
“Greetings, Marco Polo! Remember me? I’m Gussley, the Rock Merchant. Thirty times I’ve carried this godforsaken stone on my back and no one has bought it. You don’t have any interest in buying my big-ass boulder, do you? ”
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Sorry, Rock Merchant , but Italy already has stones. I am on a mission to find cinnamon. button > div >
How much you asking for it? div > div > div >
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After leading for endless eras and lights, you come upon a fellow merchant you recall from your previous journeys.
“Greetings, Marco Polo! Remember me? I’m Gussley, the Rock Merchant. Thirty years I’ve carried this godforsaken boulder on my back and no one has bought it. You don’t have any interest in buying my big-ass rock, do you? ”
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Sorry, Rock Merchant, but Italy once has rocks. I am on a mission to find cinnamon. button > div >
How much you asking for it? div > div > div >
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After somersaulting for innumerable epoches and darkness, you come upon a fellow broker you distinguish from your previous journeys.
“Greetings, Marco Polo! Remember me? I’m Gussley, the Rock Merchant. Thirty years I’ve carried this godforsaken boulder on my back and no one has bought it. You don’t have any interest in buying my big-ass rock, do you? ”
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Sorry, Rock Merchant, but Italy once has stones. I am on a mission to find cinnamon. button > div >
How much you asking for it? div > div > div >
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“What the fuck is cinnamon? ” asks the Rock Merchant.
“I don’t know, but you need it to prepare cinnamon buns, ” you reply.
“All right, ” exhales the Rock Merchant. “I’m off then. So long, my friend.”
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So long to you as well. button > div >
Good luck selling that rock. button > div >
Bye-bye! div > div > div >
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“What would you be willing to trade for it? ”
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Ketchup. button > div >
Drawing of an anthropomorphic human leg making out with an anthropomorphic human arm. button > div >
My worst companion. div > div > div >
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“I have heard floors of ketchup, but never have I actually savoured the mysterious blood-red sauce that is okay to snack entirely on its own. I’ll take it! ”
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Trade ketchup for the Rock Merchant’s rock. div > div > div >
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“Brian! ” you holler. Brian, by far your bad companion, comes forward carrying a cool filled with mosquitoes.
“Hi, Marco Polo. I produced mosquitoes because I thought we were supposed to generating mosquitoes.”
This guy is such a fucking idiot. You’d be much better off with a huge fucking rock-and-roll than Brian.
“Yeah, sure, ” says the Rock Merchant. “I guess I could use a subpar comrade for my travels.”
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Brian, I’m going to trade you for this big rock, okay? div > div > div >
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“Sounds good! ” says Brian.
Jesus Christ, what an nerd.
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Trade Brian for the Rock Merchant’s rock. div > div > div >
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“Wow, what an exciting image. I’ll take it! Ultimately, I am no longer Gussley, the Rock Merchant! Now, I am Gussley, the seller of the paint of an anthropomorphic human leg making out with an anthropomorphic human forearm. Thank you, Marco Polo! Here is your rock! ”
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