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| | <td width="150" align="center" valign="top">[[Image:zcm.png]]<br>[[The Zweit-Childer Mining Site]]</td> | | <td width="150" align="center" valign="top">[[Image:zcm.png]]<br>[[The Zweit-Childer Mining Site]]</td> |
| − | <td width="150" align="center" valign="top">[[Image:Lepreconcamp.png]]<br>[[April Fool's Day 2011|Rouge Leprechaun Camp]]</td> | + | <td width="150" align="center" valign="top"></td> |
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| | <center>[[Image:paradox_city_sign.png]]</center> | | <center>[[Image:paradox_city_sign.png]]</center> |
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| − | == Rogue Leprechaun Camp == | + | == Notes == |
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| − | '''First Click on the Rogue Leprechaun Camp Yields:'''
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| − | You enter the Rouge Leprechaun Camp but to your surprise, find it completely empty and in a total shambles. Tents are tossed, campfires are cold, even the rainbow which previously shot majestically up into the sky is gone. Moments pass as this all settles in, before you shrug your shoulders and set to hunting for evidence of any left-behind loot and Moolah that could be hiding in the wreckage.
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| − | After several minutes of fruitless searching, you hear a sudden, high-pitched laugh erupt behind you, and you quickly spin around in response.
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| − | Behind you... well, in front of you now... stands a leprechaun you've never seen before. He's short, of course, and generally leprechaunish in appearance, but some of his characteristics suggest that he may not be entirely sane. It might be his creepy grin, or perhaps the fact that his eyes are rolling wildly and pointing in different directions. Or maybe it's the drool hanging in foamy ropes from his lips.
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| − | Any traces of doubt you may have had are removed as he begins to rant, and you realise he's so crazed that he's completely lost his Dyrish brogue, and is speaking so you can understand him perfectly!
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| − | "It was you that came here and took all our stuff!" he screams, "You and those bloody rabid pilatipu... platiup... pilatypi... stupid duck-billed rodents!!! You will pay my fine friend! Oh yes! PAY YOU WILLl! My brethren will rise up and take what they deserve! May Saint Patrick leave you broke as a joke. Upon you I leave a curse in which the truth lies."
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| − | "I, LEPRE CON, CURSE YOU!!" He cackles madly as he spins in a wink and darts off, his curse hanging in the air behind him.... "UTOPIAS OF LOYAL ROLL!"
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| − | Uh... yeah. Whatever that means. You scratch your head as he quickly disappears in the distance. That was weird.
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| − | His words begin to haunt you as start to wander off. Obviously the little dude is completely bonkers, but still, you can't help feeling that today is not going to be an ordinary day.
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| − | '''Second Click on the Rogue Leprechaun Camp Yields:'''
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| − | <center>[[Image:diddlydeserted.png]]</center>
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| − | The Rouge Leprechaun Camp remains utterly diddly-deeserted.
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| − | You kick over an empty iron pot, which you suspect at one time was overflowing with gold. The pot rolls away and settles upon a pile of useless, mutilated shamrocks. You take a step forward, knocking over a nearby half-empty bottle of green beer. The remaining green goodness slowly dribbles away into the dirt.
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| − | You feel like someone's looking at you, but it's just a pack of smelly old rats, who look up at you with their beady little eyes and twitch their noses in your general direction before returning to their feasting on the remains of some potatoes and black pudding.
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| − | There really doesn't seem to be much point hanging around.
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| − | == During Combat ==
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| − | [[Image:reeferchaun2.png]] A [[reeferchaun]] darts at you from out of nowhere and bypasses your defences. He snatches 1 [[Items|X]] from your backpack and disappears. What the hell just happened? Oh yeah, it was that thing we just said. Heh heh heh. Wait! Dude! Uncool, man.
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| − | [[Image:mexxichaun.png]] A [[mexxichaun]] springs at you from somewhere nearby. "¡Hey Gringo!" he yells, hurling himself towards you, "¡No puedes tener mi olla de oro! Sin embargo, me puede tomar su [[Items|X]]!" Before you can react, he has your stuff in hand and has disappeared around a handy nearby corner.
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| − | [[Image:leperchaun2.png]] A [[leperchaun]] springs from some nearby cover yelling, "Kiss your [[Items|X]] goodbye!" and runs off with them. You probably wouldn't want them now anyway.
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| − | [[Image:zebrachaun2.png]] A [[zebrachaun]] appears in front of you, but then immediately steps in front of a convenient green-and-orange Dyrish national flag, and you lose sight of him. He takes advantage of this crafty camouflage, and quickly snags 2 [[Items|X]] from your backpack, before fading into the background again. Dangit! You lost him!
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| − | [[Image:depprechaun.png]] A [[depprechaun]] swaggers and sways up to you and pulls out a compass. Apparently [[Items|X]] are the things he wants most right now, because the compass is pointing right at 1 of them sitting comfortably in your backpack. Without warning, he snatches it and dashes off!
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| − | == Notes ==
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| − | *The outskirts of town became a click-able location on [[April Fool's Day 2011]].
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| | {{Page/QuickLinks}} | | {{Page/QuickLinks}} |
| − | [[Category:Main]] | + | [[Category:Locations]] |
