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A lot of ideas rush to your head, but you don’t panic. Panicking would be bad, and it might hurt this small man on your chest.
Speaking of the small man on your chest, you figure you might as well strum up some conversation. So, after some trepidation, you utter your first words.
“So... uh, what’s your name?”
The small man jumps in fright. He turns into his small blue coat, and pulls out a small sword, which he turns toward your face. On his small face, you see a pair of wide eyes, and a pair of round, red cheeks, suggesting an air of youth.
After a second of merely pointing the sword, he frightfully yells out, “Davidson!”
> Ask him whether there's others like him nearby.
> Tell him you don't want to hurt him and you're sorry for any distress you've caused.
Explain why you falsely claimed Fortnight to be good
>Scream a battle cry, tear off your ropes, and jump the guy.
> And by jump the guy, I mean grab him with your pinky and thumb.
You begin to plan a way out of your ropes. But you don’t just wanna burst out, you want to know what you’re up against.
“Are there any others like you here?”
Davidson shutters a bit, still not used to your titanic voice. “Y...yes. Some twenty men. N-national reserves.”
Twenty men? Bah, you could take ‘em! Especially if they’re all his size.
Next part of your plan: Butter him up.
“I don’t want to hurt you, and I’m sorry for any distress I caused.”
Davidson seems to settle down a bit, the fool. He remains slightly antsy, but he lowers his sword. “Well, that’s a relief, but, you know, we had to take our precautions.
You’ve got him wrapped around your finger.
“Listen, I only claimed Fortnite was good because I wanted to see if anyone was here.”
Now he looks far more relieved. “Phew! Now, that makes sense. Thank goodness. I was worried there.”
Dana, you sly dog. Now he won’t even see what’s coming.
The pure force of breath behind your belt sends Davidson flying off your chest, which he had been perched on. You stand up, the many ropes which tied you down were unwisely hammered into the sand, meaning they’re somewhat easy to break free from.
As you stand now, you witness Davidson falling from your form. Before he can fall to the sand below, you pluck him between you pinky and thumb, and raise him to your face. He seems terrified now. He fumbles for his sword, but accidentally drops it, down to the beach below.
Beneath you, the other national reserves all distance themselves a meter or so away, raising swords.
Now that you have this Davidson in your grasp, what do you do?
> Use him as your emissary into the tiny people kingdom. He will be a useful pawn in your arsenal.
> Make him sing a song.
The thought crosses your mind to make him your emissary.
“You shall be my emissary to your kingdom, Davidson. You will carry my message to your peers!”
You then look at Davidson, who at the moment is a blubbering mess of fright and tears. Perhaps you should shake him out of it a bit.
“Sing something for me.”
“Wh- Wh- Aaaaah! All the skies are blue- huh huh! And the cl- Oh God, all the clou-ouds... God, why!”
Davidson’s a mess right now.
>Quickly apologize. Tell him you're just scared and confused because you're lost.
> Explain that you often have contradictory thoughts and actions and that you're not always in control of your mind.
> Offer him the gray rock you found
>Flip the bad finger then punt him like a football (or a soccer ball if you’re American)
The more you look at Davidson, the worse you feel. He’s clearly in no state to face down a giant such as yourself, and he doesn’t seem evil. You figure you should repair the bridge you’ve burnt.
“Hey, Little Guy. Sorry about all that. I’m scared and confused, and my mind gets a little contradictory some times. I’ve been a little rash.”
You reach into your pocket and pull out the pebble you took. You press it into Davidson’s chest, and let him hold it. He seems more than a little confused, but he accepts the rock. “Th-thanks.”
The thought crosses your mind to flick him away in this fragile state, but your passive mind wins over, and you keep the frail little thing in hand. The reserves on the ground ease their swords down.
> Find tree
>Ask who and where these people are
>Keep Davidson as a hostage and use him to get information from the others
> Ask him about the strange plant you found
A thought crosses your mind: you must find a tree.
Other thoughts cross your mind, however. "Who are your people? And where are they?"
Davidson shifts uncomfortably in your fingers. "I am of the Lilliputians. We live here, in Lilliput. My people... well, they live well, here. I don't know how much I, uh, should tell you."
"Hmm... what are those plants over there?"
You point Davidson toward the knoll, and use your free hand to gesture toward the small vegetations.
"Oh, those are trees, miss. Um, large miss. Uh, I mean- those are trees."
This Davidson fellow seems nice. A little jittery, but nice. However, he doesn't have much information. You turn to the reserves below, and decide to strategize a bit. You bring Davidson down and drop him within your right pocket. You look toward the reserves.
"I have some questions, and I'd like full answers, if you all please. I don't want to hurt Mr. Davidson, but I'd like honesty, and this is a vessel I can use to get to it. I hope you all understand."
The reserves are frazzled, unsure. You can feel Davidson turmoil in the dark recesses of your pocket.
One reserve steps forward. "What do you want?"
> Ask for food.
>Where exactly IS Lilliput located, anyway?
Is there any way to contact other islands?
“I’d like some food.”
The forward reserve turns behind him, and gestures away to some of the men. About six of them run off.
“They’ll be fetching some cattle, as well as some reinforcements, if you don’t mind.”
“Where exactly is Lilliput?”
The forward reserve grumbles a bit, before turning back up. “A ways past the forest, some ten miles, within a valley.”
“Is there a way to contact other islands?”
“Well, the only other major island we know of is Blefuscu, and we’re at war with them. There are a few other islands, but they’re mostly poor, so I see no use to a massive monster such as yourself.”
> Help out Lilliput in the war against Blefuscu.
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