(Day 14 of Foxy's Diary)
That's how women are really: they make technology out of anything and everything. Give them just a bit more solid branches than the usual flimsy flotsam and next thing you know the whole planet has a satellite. And functional teleporting. But let me start from the beginning.
As I was happily getting my hands on something solid for once in Eulora - solid branches I mean - I became all of a sudden overweight. Not the "I ate a whale and a dolphin for breakfast so now feeling kind of bloated" kind of overweight, but rather the much more boring (and profitable) "I carry too many branches to even move" kind of overweight. And what can you do if you carry too much? Drop something of course, preferably onto solid ground next to your left foot and at a safe distance from your toe. And so I dropped it. All of it, my shiny new (and did I mention quite valuable?) pile of solid branches. I dropped the whole pile as that's what you do when you carry too much, don't you? You just drop it.
Oh, boy, I surely dropped it, all right.
I dropped it ALL THE WAY TO SPACE! Yes, you heard that right, the first satellite that Eulora ever had was my pile of solid branches! Talking about rocket launchers and all that jazz when I can put things into orbit with my bare arm!
And so I looked in horror at the empty place all around me where NO solid branches could be seen or gleaned by any means. I jumped and I crouched and I mumbled and tumbled and surely grumbled1, but the sand remained bare returning quite frankly its emptiest stare. Upon craning my neck at impossible angles and using my third eye to see through the sands and under the water, I did get a glimpse of the branches buried so deeply that they had gotten out onto the other side: a bag of solid branches in empty space and nothing more:
Since I'm not one to stare for long at unresponsive thieving sands, I threw away the mining tools2 and got out my hacking kit with its teleporting powers. And what do you know, a few teleports into the ground and into space, a few clicks and a few curses (well, more than a few, but you get the point) later I had grabbed my solid branches back from the empty space.
In much less time than all that teleporting and grabbing thing, I had done even better than grabbing branches from outer space: I had sold them for a profit! And taken a picture of the whole island for mapping purposes:
Now that's why magic is great. Because it solves your troubles AND it pays handsomely. What else could you even want from it?
That might have been a curse or two. Or more, I didn't count really. ↩
To a locked claim this time, no more dropping for me, thank you. ↩
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