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It seemed like the goblins were no threat for a while. Seeing as multiple people were already working on that threat of sorts. Randy wondered if anyone had cards with them at this moment, it would be quite handy to help pass the time. Perhaps a crate or box or something with a flat surface could be used as a table. Hell, if someone grabbed an actual table from the cargo or something like that there would be an actual table around. There was a choked down chuckle as there was a brief image of some sort of weird tea party out here in the middle of the forest after the crash. That did sound like a good idea, if only he could actually relax and sit down. He doubted he would be able to get up again, or would want to. Certain places, still having a numbness for the moment but some aching and slight wobbling was starting to kick in. There was a bit of a thought from the previous fantasy of a tea party in the middle of the woods along with a card game with goblins. There was a large doubt that a good poker face would be achieved perhaps it would be best to go with Black Jack.

The day dreams did not quite quit as more goblins came around and began surrounding the whole lot of engineers, including Randy himself. Briefly thinking that if some good actors got together, perhaps they could be a distraction. Either that, or a terrible performance would occur again and a bunch of holes would be poked through them. He proceeded to curse somewhere in the back of his mind. Cheeks puffing up briefly before blowing out some hot air. Perhaps it was time to think of something to get around or out of the scenario. The mechanics surely would be able to handle the goblins, since most of them or some of them had been able to cling to something. No point poking and hunting down that white devil whale. Then again, to what expense would it cost if no one did? Standing idle was surely relaxing while it lasted, but it was coming to an end eventually. Worst comes to worst, he would be the crazy guy that tried to defy and got dragged down to the depths. Now wouldn’t that be a wonder? Besides even at the worst it should be enough to distract. If only he could dance instead.

“Might as bloody well..” Randy muttered and puffed out some hot air again. Perhaps, it would be best to simply, dream and do it within the dream and here. He was going to end up on a stick and looking stupid, wasn’t he? Ah well, he likely needed something quick to get through all this and what he was currently holding, would be useless as a weapon in speed and small reach. So what would be his weapon, clearly his armor was low graded leather (in the fantasy) but it would have to do in this final fantasy or, perhaps not if he was lucky enough to imagine a better piece of armor within the next few seconds. So, the large wrench from thus forth became a shield. There was only one other thing Randy could use as a weapon, his sword or replacement for it, or even better yet, a war hammer! Now that sounded like the weapon of some crazy person that would wipe out armies, it would do. He drew out the strong war hammer of thunder waving destruction (Which was really just a mallet that was pulled out of the fanny pack).

He held the wrench extended out in front of it so that its length would hopefully hold off some goblins and attacks that would come in front of him and held the mallet tightly at his side. The first step caused his lower legs to shake and sent up a small surge of pain up toward those certain areas giving off a brief wince. He bit down on his lower lip. “Fudge! Charge!” He shouted both in his mind and out loud. It felt like something in the back of the fantasy wrapping into his perspective of reality had pushed him and it out. As he immediately began rushing out at all the goblins, coming out swinging. Using the shield to try and ram them all while using the ‘War hammer of thunder waving destruction’ to whack at the goblins with quick speedy delivery, mostly aimed toward their skulls but not being heavily accurate.

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Hey! Any advice as what I should do next? I am having a bit of trouble coming up with the next move. Advice and discussion on how things are going would be very nice, thanks.

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@MikkishtheLeprechaunI guess if you want. Try to PM me or tag me in it or something so that I might join

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I'm still a bit interested, probably noticeable since I've still been watching for a while

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Hey! How's everybody doing?

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@MikkishtheLeprechaun@The Mad Hatter@Nevix@sakurasan@Swagmeister@Eklispe

Viewfront Academy: School for the gifted.

hey how's it going? everyone prepared for the magic trip?

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@RoflsMazoy @Rusalka@chukklehed

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Randy was somewhat more relaxed as everyone else or at least the engineers had made their way out of the cargo area. Which, he would rather not want to stick around too much longer mostly because of the sinking feeling was quite bothersome and worrying. Having waited or thought he had been waiting long enough he moved to follow after the others who were exiting. Still feeling numb in certain areas because of the previous impact against a wall of the cargo area. Being called ‘squirrel boy’ was not really appreciated. A little irritating, perhaps because it already seemed like a bad day. Seeing as his arms were full and the fact it seemed a bit more dangerous and out of the way to grab something else. The others had already seemed to grab a few loads on their way out. He instead simply went to and pulled himself out of the wreckage as well.

Upon climbing out of the wreckage it seems that a few goblins were ahead, with weapons. Definitely not one the best days around it seems. Not that it seemed like he could do much about it besides watch the chaos unfold in front of him. It seemed someone was off to deal with them for the moment so what did it matter? Randy simply continued on as whomever did combat with the said goblins. He tried to join up with the other engineers. It felt now was a time for pulling out a deck of cards or something while someone sets up a campfire. Neither of which he felt capable of doing.

He would, rather not look back at the sinking scene behind him. It seemed either moving forward or finding others was the best bet or waiting for the others to regroup here would work. Seeing as the goblins were being dealt with and the other engineers had supplies and so on to take care of, waiting here would probably be better if only for a little while.

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bonk?

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Randy heard the thud on the ship and let out a brief shiver. The sound of that definitely did not sound like a good welcoming or soft landing about to be made soon. Hopefully they would not land in water, please nothing like a large lake or anything of the like. If that occurred he doubted much could be salvaged from it. Especially some of his more personal items and works, those sinking would be a near nightmare. Since none of them could really swim on their own, yet. Another thud was heard from the top of the ship and Randy let out another uncomfortable shiver and placed down his wrench against the floor to keep his balance. He had been rocked despite this. What were the others and his boss? He tried grabbing onto some of the cargo expecting most of it to be tied down as a feline had advised. It also occurred to him, that he had been carrying around a large projectile that with the right force and direction could end up cracking someone’s lungs or skull. Deciding try and grip tighter onto that as it could end up in him or someone else otherwise.

Randy began to quickly repeating to himself in his head. I told him not to make a water landing right? Anything but in or on water. He continued to repeat this thought over and over again inside his head. He held tightly onto his wrench. He heard about the ship heading down and began repeating the words in his head again. Anything but in or on water! much louder. It began to slip out from his lips somewhat in quite whispers that were unnoticed by him. He got down on his knees and bent his back over trying to ‘brace’ himself. Really trying to keeps his breath steady and body relaxed.

The impact had sent Randy flying or perhaps sliding as if some unknown hand had thrown him toward a wall. He wrapped his arms around the large wrench and made the mistake of tensing up his arms. He felt like a ball be thrown. It was not until a moment later that things seemed to pace down. Felt like something was dropping. He ached somewhat, but there was no time for that. He continued to focus on relaxed and deep breathing for a while, he felt somewhat puffy again like earlier. His head, definitely felt shaken. Someone had something, no idea what it was. His ears felt as if they were ringing. Seemed like the things were mostly over, and Randy began to look up from his curled up position. His lower back, tail and something else were stinging from the impact but it mostly came off as fuzzy or numb than anything else. Someone had cracked open a hole in the ship. Another bloody hole that would need patching. He groaned and got to his feet. Immediately tried to urge the others out and toward the new made exit or some new work to be done for later. Mostly by gesturing toward it with both his wrench and arms. He could not come up with something to say, and in this moment he would likely have not been able to say it at all.

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