I love the game Pitfall and the Lost Expedition!
Pitfall would have been dead already if that big stupid cat, Quickclaw, hadn't gotten him the page of the Heroic Handbook that taught him how to "Heroically Dash." Man, that was a lot of heroics.
He dove for the hold in the ground, not even bothering to take the ladder down. He didn't have the time, and also really didn't feel like slamming his face on it on his way down. He whipped out a lit torch from his backpack, and continued to dash on through the cave.
"Come on, come on, come on..."
He jumped from ledge to ledge with ease, avoiding scorpions and bats alike. He finally got through the damp and dark cave, and after pausing for only. Moment to us the torch away, continued to dash on.
He was now outside of the gate which led to the Great Tree, which he didn't necessarily like. After how many years whoever built the aqueducts there, what we're the chances that they would give in to the water pressure as SOON as Pitfall got there and started to climb?
Probably 100%.
He didn't stop as a native jumped out of a nearby bush. What was with those creepy, glowing eyes? It really freaked Harry out. Like, heeby jeebies creepy. Pitfall dashed right up to him, and slammed the back of his fist into the mans mask. It bounced harmlessly off.
Duh. I forgot I have to trip them.
He ducked down, and spun, kicking his feet out. The native fell to the ground with a loud yelp of something in his native tounge, and quoted down after Pitfall hit him with another duck and spin.
Pitfall started to dash away again, and stopped for a moments rest only when he hit the Jungle Teleport. He leapt into the water with the magical healing abilities, and then sat down on the large stone button in the middle of the floor.
After a few moments of meditating, he opened his eyes, and he saw snow outside of the entrance to the cavern. He quickly put on the winter jacket he had in his backpack, and dashed out into the snowy mountains. He heard the buzz as those stupid bugs tried to drop snowballs on him, but they all fell to the might of the Rising Strike.
He continued to dash onward, and after diving out-of-the-way of a few snowball rolling natives, he made it to a large wall that was covered in ice. He drew is pick axes, jumped up as high as he could, and started to climb.
Left, right.
Left, right.
Right, right.
Right, right.
Left, right.
Left, right.
It was that simple. He reached the top, and was now standing on top of a large ledge that overlooked most of the snow clearing he had just dashed through. He heard the familiar humming of the Shaman that hovered in front of him. His mask was large and colorful, a mix of purple, brown, and red coming together to form a face.
Harry finally breathed in relief. He slammed his fist into the natives mask, and after a few groans in his native tounge, he held out a book full of wares.
Harry looked down in disbelief. HE MISSED THE SALE!
THE HEALTH UPGRADE HAD BEEN 4 IDOLS ON,Y A FEW MINUTES AGO, BUT NOW IT WAS BACK UP TO THE USUALL 14 IDOLS!
Harry threw his hands up, and suck to his knees.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
This is the 2nd story in the Pitfall category! So I hope I live up to the expectations of the person who set it up originally!
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