?So what happened was a shit show, yup? that?s good, yeah? -Pause- No? Ehh, probably not since they were in the middle of a frozen lake? -Mumbling- damn hob probably playing one last freaking prank? bastard. -Clears throat- Uh, hmm?well, first off I guess it helps to know I?m Mach... maybe?... Probably not, right. -Cough- Anyway those pants? those might be mine.
Uhhh, lessee, description? olive cargos, you know, the outdoorsy kind but not the hipster ?wear around in the great wild suburbs sipping pumpkin shit lattes? but, like, real outdoors kind of canvas and decent stitch work meant for actual hiking and camping if that?s your thing. They?re probably slightly singed and maybe a little torn up too, er, actually so like by claws and snags not, like, trendily so.
As for how I lost them, well? hrm. That? that?s a little complicated? -Pause, ruffling of plastic wrapping, snap, crack, pop, exhale- Well? actually, not really. Kinda I guess? -Scritch of head- Hmm? well, let?s just say it?s sorta normalish to some sorta not to, er, most.
Jeez? -Sucking crackle, lazy sigh- Ok, well, I was doing a monster clean up bounty, yeah? Chump change job but still kinda dangerous if you don?t know what you?re doing? goblinoids, you know, teeth, clubs, foul temperament. So yeah, rode my bike out, found were the marauding little shits were hitting folks and staked out for them; figured I?d get the drop on the little turds and ?wham, bam, ciggy n? booze money.? Of course I didn?t know they?d befriended a frigging spriggan though and were part of a troupe with imps so? yeah.
Long story short, there was some Benny Hill-esque chasing around, a bit of fighting, some clubbing, some kicking, a lot of cursing, perhaps an explosion or two? right, right, forgot to mention the shaman? asshole? -Contemplative pause- oh, er, sorry, off topic. Anyway, I was making progress chasing down the goblins when, uh, the spriggan got at me. Tripped me up and stole one of my boots to? well, boot? with a root tangle. And of course having me on the ground the imps decided to descend aaaaaand, yeah, pantsed me. I mean, you know how those bastards can be? half malicious humor half rapey and all. So yeah? they stole my pants, I fried a few but then? spriggan. Let me tell you, there are places roots Should. Not. Be! -Puff, exhale- Fiesty little fucker too! I?m just glad there hadn?t been much snow and thaw yet or they might have been well soaked. As is, well, that?s one campfire that won?t be bothering anyone anymore -Chuckle bleeding into a sigh- But taking care of all that and being short a boot, yeah, the imps kinda absconded the hell away with my pants. Do you know how freaking cold it is riding a motorcycle in winter with no pants!?! I swear I near froze my nuts off?
-Cough, clears throat, puff- A-Anyway, I mean, I don?t actually care about the pants themselves really but there should be a wallet in them with my driver?s license which, yeah, I really care about. Those freaking DMV lines and reissue charges? and this had to happen the one day I actually decided to carry it with me! -Grumbly- Swear if I didn?t have bad luck I?d have none at all? -Cough- But yeah, was hoping for the wallet though I guess if they?re still with the pants that?d be cool too. Name will be Elitia Turner. Let me know!
O-Oh, and if the pants you found weren?t mine? well, okay, even if they are c-could you maybe not mention this to anyone? Got a reputation to uphold and all and getting pantsed by imps doesn?t exactly help in that regards. Just saying. But yeah, let me know.?