Wow, we had a majority winner! And it wasn't even the drinking one! Honestly thought that would have been the funniest, cause if we went with it I would have flipped a coin. Tails we pass out and miss the competition entirely, Heads we would have won and have found some other 'shenanigans' that we fell the aftermath off but don't remember doing. Ah well, once was enough for now. We haven't even had a birthday yet!

Anyway, votes and disclaimer like usual.

Spoiler: Das is Vote.

[X] THIRD-ARM FUN
-[X] Let your Wu guide you as you help it become the surfing champion that all the leg-based Wu told it, it could never be.

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Now let's do this.

Surfs, Up. Ready? GO, SURFING!

Wow, that was some good shit Koga gave you. You didn't even feel that scared at being told you survived an explosion! Or maybe that was the first time you were drunk doing its job, you didn't know, you were drunk.

"Man, this is a nice beach. The sand's so soft." You muttered face down in a towel Koga placed down for you while he speed sanded a surfboard from a tree he pulled down before karate chopping.

Roll Robotics with a DC of 35 with 1d20 plus 3d10 for available materials. Rolled... 37! PASS!

Urgh, you were drunk off your ass and just wanted to lay there in the sun watching ladies in bikinis way out of your league with a cool drink in hand, but DAMN if you were riding WOOD of all things.

"Oooiiiiii, Koga! Smidge over, I'mma tinker and make that worth something." You called as you dragged yourself over, Third-Arm Sash reaching out to Koga's arm and gently pushing him aside, even as he looked over with a slight raised hat-brow and a growing smile.

"Oh? I thought the Young Master wanted to rest and get sloshed on the beach before a massive event?"

You let a long belch loose as you lowered your goggles hap-hazardly over one eye, squinting the other shut as you pulled a spot welder from your coat and three of the glasses you dropped.

"Ahhh, yeah, I could do that, but then'd be me on WOOD, and fuck that. I got SCIENCE. Now get me some of those bot corpses."

"You mean debris."

"I mean fucking MATERIAL so I'm not just burning glass into wood for now. I still am, but I want a REASON for it." You stressed while indeed heating the glass and pressing it into the wood.

"Hm. You are a strange drunk Young Master. I look forward to seeing more!" Koga laughed before running back to the ship, getting the fucking crew-bot remains.

You definitely felt more on edge this time though. Was it the place? The reasons? The fact you were still semi coherent? The questions stirred slowly through your mind as you burned narrow lines into the board with hot glass, Third-Arm holding it in place. You didn't give a fuck that you were in public, you used robots, a third arm was nothing.

The bots were back and then the work began.

Metal was melted, quenched in the surf, and filtered through shitty glass molds died blue with your Lagoons, but it came together.

You had a pretty metal looking surfboard covered in metal lines all leading up to what looked like propellers that used to be claw hands in front of the fin.

"THERE! You like the Sea so much, ya can fuckin LIVE in it now! " You half cackled as you clumped against your creation, hand-pellors serving as a stand for them in the meantime, even as the judge called the surfers to the front.

You chuckled for another moment, before trying to stand...and failing.

"Huh. I can't seem to move my legs right now. Eh. I'm sure it's fine." You waved off before realizing you needed those right now!

There was only one other confidant you could turn to in your hour of need!

"Third-Arm Sash! I need you to *Bruuuurrrp* Surf for me!" You called down to your waist area, where the sash went straight up in exclamation, before forming a question mark curve.

" I can, I can only trust YOU to do this! Use me and gain me victory for a, braaap, kite I don't know the fuck to do with!" You cried down to it, between burps and pauses to drink more, trusting in your closest friend.

And that trust was rewarded, as you saw it's fist clench tightly, before pumping and giving a thumbs up, with you returned with your free hand.

"I can always count on you, Third-Arm Sash. Now drag my drunk ass over to that ocean and win us a Wu!" You cheered as you began to be pulled to the surf, arms filled wit hdrink and board.

You also got a good look at the competition.

One was the Monks, with Kimiko in an amazing red swimsuit-leotard thing that you hoped you still remembered after this was all done. The second through fourth were generic surfer guys, though with interesting boards or tiki tattoos.

The chicken though...

With a cry of *Ba-SQUAC* It changed forms...into something completely bizarre. It was like someone took the buffest man in the world, gave him the head of a chicken, and surrounded him with a spray of sand and sparkles. The words didn't help.

"HORUS, GOD OF BATTLE AND SURFING SHALL CONQUER THIS CHALLENGE!" He literally screeched.

All was silent on the beach, until your voice broke the silence.

"Wow. I'm glad I'm too drunk to be scared right now."

END OF CHAPTER

CHOOSE 1 METHOD OF THE OPTIONS BELOW

[] Go for the Shallow Pools: Smaller Waves, Easier Handling, Lower DC needed, Lower Payoff, allows others to set their sights on other people

[] Go for Middle Waves: Regular size waves, Handling, and DC's, average Payoff, chance of being knocked out early, chance of knocking out others.

[] Go for the Massive: Humonguous Wave, Hardest Handling and DC's, tremendous Payoff, immediately be targeted to be taken out, chance to knock out multiple others.

[] Cheat: SELECT ONE OF THE BELOW IF CHOOSING THIS
-Sabotage someone else?
- Show off?
- Bribe someone?

END OF CHOICE

END OF CHAPTER

HA, this is a fun one. If we failed that DC roll we'b have disadvantage for any of the wave courses, even the Shallows. But we didn't fail, so no need to worry.

Also, the Monks now view us as a rich kid they stumbled upon who now goes drunkenly through life building Robots, going to fancy places and generally just failing to be super harmful or threatening. Like a young Uncle Rick.