During their run-through, they woke up in a room, opened a door, and were magically transported to a restaurant. According to the waitress, someone has to order food once they ask three questions. The only catch is that some of the food on the menu is poisoned.
They have already asked 2 questions. What is the third question they must ask to figure out what food is safe to eat?
For Katta’s birthday, Wildfire and Wind continue where they last left off.
A warrioress from the Valkyrie. One of the protagonists of War: 13th Day, a dark fantasy visual novel with psychological twists and romance.
Wildfire: All right, so last time, we hit a dead end. Well, I say ‘we,’ but I should really say ‘I.’ Onyx didn’t do a single thing to help.
Wind: That’s your fault for expecting a monster to be useful.
Wildfire: Well, you better be.
Wind: Is that a threat?
Wildfire: Want to find out?
Wildfire: Guess we’re starting. So, last time, I asked what the patron sitting next to me received and wound up dead. This time –
Wind: Just get out.
Wildfire: Hey, we’re playing a game, you know. That annoying girl said something about having to ask three questions and then order something.
Wind: Don’t care. We’re leaving the restaurant.
Wind: Told you.
Wind: Okay, bright light.
Wildfire: Hope you can handle it.
Wind: Handle yourself.
Wildfire: All right. Fancy-schmancy ballroom, dancing people, and there’s wine.
Wind: We’re not touching that stuff.
Wildfire: You sure? You look like someone who needs to relax. Big time.
Wind: I don’t need that stuff to do that.
Wildfire: Oh, look what happened. Someone’s asking you to dance.
Wind: I don’t dance.
Wildfire: Too bad. You’re doing it anyway. Let’s see who your partner is.
Wildfire: Oh, it’s Ambrosia. No wonder you agreed to a dance.
Wind: She’s not talking like herself.
Wildfire: She sounds as stuffy as she usually does. I’d say she is.
Wind: Ambrosia left and stuck us dancing forever. That’s not something she would have done.
Wildfire: Sure. You’re the expert on her.
Wind: Her stubbornness is annoying, that’s all. She makes bad decisions. Anyway, you picked the choice of being female when the game started, right? So, you’re actually the one dancing with this guy.
Wildfire: Nuh-uh-uh. Why should I dance with this chump when it’s your fault we’re in this mess? You chose not to have a drink.
Wildfire: There we go. Now, we’re from a male perspective and you’re stuck dancing with her. Isn’t that a dream come true?
Wind: Shut up. This isn’t even really Ambrosia.
Wildfire: Sure. She’s the next best thing: a little love doll for you to play around with. Which, if I’m being perfectly honest with you, isn’t too far off from the real thing.
Wind: Shut up. Don’t talk about things you know nothing about. It’ll make you look stupider than you already look.
Wildfire: You shut up. And drink your wine already.
Wildfire: The other dancing people want you to free them and take their place. Sure you don’t want to help Ambrosia? She’ll be stuck dancing here forever.
Wind: We’re bouncing. That’s not Ambrosia. Even if it was, why should I care?
Wildfire: I wonder.
Wildfire: More bright lights, and then, we’re in a carnival. And some annoying shrimp keeps bugging me because she’s lost.
Wind: No, she says she lost her sister.
Wildfire: Which is the same thing as being lost. You know, it’s usually the little kid who wanders off. Not the older sister. Unless she’s just a year older than her or something.
Wind: Where are her parents?
Wildfire: Forget about her.
Wind: That’s probably not your best idea.
Wildfire: Neither was skipping a drink. We’re doing this my way this time.
Wildfire: Oh, great. It’s that annoying girl from the restaurant.
Wind: Is everyone annoying to you?
Wildfire: Not everyone, but you’re pretty high up on that list right now.
Wind: It’s your fault this annoying girl wants to kill you. I told you it was a bad idea to move on.
Wildfire: Well, what kind of person watches her sister from the shadows just to test strangers? When that little girl grows up, she’s going to be real messed up in the head.
Wind: This is a weird, dream-like place. I was pretty sure it was some kind of test.
Wildfire: Well, I couldn’t really take the word of someone who thought it was a good idea to skip a drink.
Wind: Will you drop that already? Or were you that eager to get drunk?
Wind: All right. We’re helping the little girl.
Wind: Her sister’s killing everyone who refused to help. Guess that’s it for you, Wildfire.
Wildfire: So, wait. The little shrimp knows her sister’s covered in blood. That means she’s seen her older sis killing people, and she’s completely fine with it. Messed up kid, I’m telling you.
Wind: It’s just a dream thing. Roll with it.
Wildfire: Now, we’re in a flower field. Want a nap?
Wildfire: You sure? The sun’s out.
Wildfire: Another flash of light and here we are. A room. That’s it? No machete-wielding sisters or bloodbaths?
Wind: Open the gift already.
Wildfire: Well, it does say it’s ours, so let’s see. This better be good.
Wildfire: A picture of Ambrosia. Well, that’s clearly yours.
Wind: Who says I want it?
Wildfire: Oh, so you don’t mind if I just take it?
Wind: You won’t know what to do it. Just give it to me.
Wildfire: Maybe I want to use it as kindling wood for my campfire.
Wind: Don’t you touch it.
Wildfire: Haha! You sure that’s the Ambrosia you know and love? I don’t even think the prissy thing knows how to do something so flirty.
Wind: First, she’s a love doll. Now, she’s a prude. You really don’t know anything, do you?
Wildfire: What I do know is that you need to get your eyes checked if you think she’s worth getting excited over.
Wind: I don’t care about her.
Wildfire: Sure you don’t. Anyway, trip’s over. We only died 3 times. Not bad. Would’ve been 2 if you didn’t skip the wine.
Wind: Quit beating the dead horse.
Happy birthday again, Katta!
If you (or anyone else reading this) enjoyed this Let’s Play, let me know what other games you’d like to see my cast play. I’m open to suggestions. Just let me know on my tumblr or shoot me an e-mail at [firstname.lastname@example.org].
I’m looking to have fun with this, and I hope the feeling’s mutual. Have yourselves an awesome week!