[Larry's head is still spinning from the moment he went through that weird apocalyptic game and subsequent powerpoint presentation assault, so he's happy to be off the bus to get some fresh air and see the city he's supposed to call home for now.
What he wasn't expecting was...well, all of this.
He voices his thoughts on it to no one in particular, just those who happen to be around him at the time.]
Christmas? Man, that was like four months ago for me... Who woulda thought some alien techno world would have it?
[phase III, after the ride]
[Somewhere around the coaster, Larry can be found with a snowcone shoved in his face and his other hand tenderly rubbing the top of his spiky hair. He also appears to be weeping, like he's just experienced something traumatic and is attempting to sooth the pain with this glob of flavored crushed ice.
If asked what's wrong, Larry will give this as a response:]
It's my hair, man. My hair is a casualty to that horrible roller-coaster of death! I-I think they took off a chunk of it!
[They?
Oh dear, this could end up complicated for those who didn't go for a ride.]
[choose your own/after the rides]
[Once he's had more than enough of his fill of the crazy rides, Larry can be found on the outskirts of the park trying to avoid all the rides and generally wanting to go back home already, or at least get away from this place if he can't go back home. Feel free to make up an encounter if you'd like!]
OTA!
[Larry's head is still spinning from the moment he went through that weird apocalyptic game and subsequent powerpoint presentation assault, so he's happy to be off the bus to get some fresh air and see the city he's supposed to call home for now.
What he wasn't expecting was...well, all of this.
He voices his thoughts on it to no one in particular, just those who happen to be around him at the time.]
Christmas? Man, that was like four months ago for me... Who woulda thought some alien techno world would have it?
[phase III, after the ride]
[Somewhere around the coaster, Larry can be found with a snowcone shoved in his face and his other hand tenderly rubbing the top of his spiky hair. He also appears to be weeping, like he's just experienced something traumatic and is attempting to sooth the pain with this glob of flavored crushed ice.
If asked what's wrong, Larry will give this as a response:]
It's my hair, man. My hair is a casualty to that horrible roller-coaster of death! I-I think they took off a chunk of it!
[They?
Oh dear, this could end up complicated for those who didn't go for a ride.]
[choose your own/after the rides]
[Once he's had more than enough of his fill of the crazy rides, Larry can be found on the outskirts of the park trying to avoid all the rides and generally wanting to go back home already, or at least get away from this place if he can't go back home. Feel free to make up an encounter if you'd like!]