Ask if we can somehow repurpose the scraps for the group’s use.
ask bill to put one of the hats on us, maybe it will help lower the humans’ tension when we interact.
(despite the date this post is not a joke, I’m 1000% serious)
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It looks to be possible.
Bill ends up taking some specific parts (I’m not an engineer lol so I’m not gonna specify) and you both head back to the town. You still take some of the hats. Heading back to the town, the machine parts seem to be very welcomed. However, your hats leave the town confused more than anything.
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cough
out of curiosity, ask bill what he thinks we can do with the parts.
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[Apologies for not responding]
“Gee, probably use it to at least salvage for some of the electronics or used to keep some of our own vehicles running.”
As you strut around town with the hat, it is undoubtedly stylish. The hat brings to you another memory, one that feels real and personal. Where you are running not in the form of a raptor, but as one of the humans you have met, only smaller. You run through the fields of tall golden grass with a background of large purple mountains. It is like a painting you had seen before. Though, you fail to recall ever going out to look at paintings before.
The Plorg Institute, you suddenly realize. They did something to me. I was not supposed to be this way.
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“What do you mean, once human?” Bill asks you. “Are you saying you were one of those Claws?”
We should try and remember that exactly happened.
If we have vestiges of memory of being a human, do we remember how we were changed? And does that mean the Claws were once human too?
“That is what the elders of this village say. I trust their word, they have been keeping us alive for the most part.”
You cannot recall. You are unsure if it even was a change, or if these memories were originally yours, or the order of what things changed. You are just aware things should not be as they are.
Make the claim that it was people from the moon who explode on impact that did this to you.
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takes a deep breath thank you.
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They are unsure what you are even implying. Moon people? There are no such things. You have left the village confounded more than helped.
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Explain to them the moon people are very much real and that they’re the true threat we should be focusing on.
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Can we ask these elders more about the subject?
The Elders shrug and discuss among themselves. “So these moon people, they explode on impact? We shouldn’t worry about those claws? Why? Where did you get this information from?”
“We know nothing of the Moon people. We do know that, at least, Plorg uses flying vehicles to terrorize us.”
Okay, then let’s ask about more on that Claws-hooman transformation business.
The elders discuss the fact that Claws are practically biological abominations: when people died infected by Plorg, they arose as Claws. As if they became some strange zombie-dinosaur-man thing. They do not know exactly how it works, but they had observed it happening to other humans.
They do know that the Rocky Mountains have been the only safe place for humans to settle until recently the Plorg began to spread to the newer human settlements, and created new Claws. They discuss, growing in anger, how resources grow more and more scarce.
What angers them more too is the presence of you, and Oliver. The strangeness of talking animals, animals that should have been extinct long ago.
Extinct animals, it would seem, that reclaimed their land. You remember more from the strange book from bright colors - yes, that’s definitely how you learned all of this - about this place. Montana was once part of a land called Laramidia, long before anyone’s memory, but eventually that formed into “North America”.
Ironic, that once the dinosaurs were eliminated, the lands were claimed by mammals, and eventually the humans. From what you understand, now the dinosaurs have taken back what was once theirs. Yet it feels… wrong. You hate this fate.
As the discussion dies down, the elders seem to look at you, and finally make a statement. “Plorg INC. needs to be destroyed. Once and for all.”
An elder perked up. “Destroyed? We don’t have the manpower to fight them. They got helicoptors and far superior firepower, as well as numbers. We’re safe in these mountains.”
“We’ve been running into the mountains further and further up,” Bill pointed out. “Eventually they’ll chase us to Idaho, and I know we’re not welcomed there. No, we need to make a stand. We have too many enemies, we need to eliminate the one who caused all of them to exist in the first place.”
The elders ask what you think.
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We must raid Idaho for potatoes.
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“Then we shall do so.”
The mass migration went into Idaho. You and the humans went on the pilgrimage, losing the sight of PLORG and it’s evil. You started war with the Idahoans, taking their land and potatoes and eventually began to grow spuds yourself.
The End, because I lost my train of thought on this game and desire to end it.
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But wait, if you lost the desire do end it then why isn’t it continuing? 
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