Scivillage

SCIVILLAGE
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Genius: cool skill

DAY355
Another breakthrough. I finally figured out that I have to add water to the tea, and nobody even had to tell me. I really am a genius.

I never did find out what happened to my $10.90. There sure is much hype about vodka lately though. I went to go check it out, and somebody tried to sell me a pile of horse manure. "It's not manure," they informed me. It's soap. "What the hell is soap?" I asked. He presented me with a pile of brownish wax. He told me to try it, and to come back if I want more. Supposedly it will be used to clean my body when I bathe.
 
DAY1
after both olsing my vodka and having this annoying drunker-fly floating around me all day i decide to end it all by jumping in the hydro lake.

DAY2
im standing here stuck in the mud, it turns out the lake was too shallow to drown and i am now stuck in the mud unable to escape, god how i could use some vodka
 
I would like to be considered the village bum, or mabye nomad, Floater is good to.


-guyute
 
well I wouldnt want to impose somthing that I am not. Like the village genius. Clearly I am not.


-guyute
 
Be imposing, be daring, be adventurous. Life is what you make it, and alot can be made when the laws of life can be bent.
 
Boys cannot be sold as much, so they are turned into girls. They have various forms of surgery in Thailand that they do on little boys under 5 to allow them to mature into a more feminine body. I forgot how it works. You may meet a boy that looks exactly like a girl. In fact, there are some places you can go to where the hottest most provocative girls are actually boys. Meanwhile the real girls are more conservative, and less out there. The tourist never knows. I’ve met people that swear they can never be fooled. Then I see them with a femboy or ladyboy. “By the way pal, that’s a man you were making out with” (or dancing with, sleeping with, so forth). After I give him the news, it can be traumatic. At first, I came close to falling victim to these ‘girls’ that wanted to talk to me or go out with me. Fortunately, I had friends that warned me in advance what the deal was, and who was who.


SCIVILLAGE
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DAY357
I proceeded to go fishing in the river, and noticed that the femboy was on the shore downstream soliciting some villagers. "You really are a beautiful girl," said the villagers. Girl indeed. They sure were in for a surprise. Suddenly, the bum Guyute started soiling himself silly. I gave him the soap that looked like a pile of crap. "This isn't crap," I told him. "Go wash yourself with it."
 
SCIVILLAGE
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DAY360
There was a huge celebration in the square as villagers ran amuck.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCIVILLAGE!!!!​
 
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Tigers, trees, butterflies, unforgiven vodka-theives, mad scientists, FEMBOYS, etc., all mingling to celebrate this joyous occasion which destroys all barriers!
 
I went back to my hut and started a new cycle of distilling scirum.

I then went to the closet and found 6 bottles of old scirum. I went to the beach and drank them all.

I saved 1 bottle for dreamwalker...in case he smelled the booze and followed his nose. If he doesn't show up I will drink it in the morning.
 
Mmh, I smell something...it reminds me of...booze. I think I finally managed to locate Spurious again. Need Scirum, I have been dry for months, this is unbearable, need to get drunk...
 
I got there before Dreamwalker and drank whatever was left of scirum. I licked the entire house clean.
I wonder what they'll do with me.
 
SCIVILLAGE
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DAY408
I staggered along the beach. There were empty bottles everwhere. Who could have done this? The investigation was on. . .
 
I wake up from an unusual deep sleep and the usual smell of scirum. Oh, what did we do during the drought of scirum.

After dragging myself off to my rock to bake for a while, i look around for signs of our earlier civilisation. The wandering wilderness and obvious neglect of our dear village is somewhat apparent, making me wonder how long we really were sleeping.

The monkey, tarzan-man, whitewolf and the local genius were passing by at a leisurely pace.

After some brief spring cleaning, i prepared a large bbq, and called a meeting of the townsfolk to ask if anyone could remember how we got to what we have, or indeed, what was around, for my memory was going. Are there still caves around? Does the pond still run? Is there treehouses around?
 
Nooooo!! Argh...all the alcohol is gone. This is an emergency, using my jungle-survival-skills, I wander off into the forrest to find psychotoxic plants or animals as temporary substitute.
 
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