Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20191127203306/@comment-29564364-20200627124008

Meanwhile, Alex is taking a stroll in the green, balancing a large bowl full of various herbs, berries and mushrooms on his head with one hand while holding a booklet on forest vegetation in the other.

"No way!" he exclaims, coming across a monochrome drawing of a fruit that is particularly recognizable to him, "There are gum gum fruits in this world?! That right there would be free real estate on r/whataretheodds! 'Aba aba tengo'?" he reads, "Aw, sucks that it's not called a gum gum fruit, though. And it's probably not lavender either, judging by the darker shade of grey… Anyway, as a One Piece fan, I absolutely must get my hands on one of those and paint it–"

He feels something coil around his ankle, but before he can look down, the world flips upside down as he suddenly finds himself suspended eight feet off the ground. Triggered by the hoisting mechanism, a whistle resounds through the fresh morning air like a rooster's chant, giving his position to not only the party, but also to whoever set up the trap or, perhaps worse, to any nearby mamono who might be looking for a breakfast. Despite his situation, however, Alex had much more concerning things on his mind.

"For fuck's sake, our breakfast! May our Noodly Lord's retribution befall thee who dareth waste the perfectly good fruit of else's labor with thine stupid trap!" Alex curses, waving a fist at the spilled salad he had spent so much time gathering, before a thought crosses his mind. "Hmm... I wonder what a monsterized Flying Spaghetti Monster would look like..."