Look who’s there, a wandering adventurer looking for the Bananafish treasure! This episode is part of the interactive story/treasure hunt called “Quest In The Realms”. If you landed on this page because you’re trying to solve the mystery, don’t hesitate and keep delving in the story. If you came here through random loitering, what are you waiting for!?
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“Damn man. Those are the three craziest ways to travel to an island. What happened to Banana Boats bro?” Machete asks Tio who shrugs cooly.
“Don't look at me. I'm not deciding how we get there man,” says Tres Culos.
“An old psychedelic airplane out of Tin City sounds like a crash landing for sure and a rusty cargo ship might end up at the bottom of the Pacific,” you say. “This futuristic monorail sounds unreal. The A.I. will be more help than all of you put together.”
“Give me those two diamonds and we'll make it happen. Trains right here about to leave,” says Pig Nose rubbing his prosthetic.
“OK, here you go,” you say fast to make him stop rubbing his nose afraid it might fall off. You then hand him the two diamonds.
“All aboard,” says Pig Nose handing you four tickets.
You walk down the platform handing a ticket to each of your bandmates. The train's hot pink, and looks too cool for school. The destination takes a back seat to how your planning to get there. You must have made the right decision.
“I can't believe this train man. How cool can it be bro!” Machete exclaims as Tio shrugs his shoulders cooly again.
“Looks at this,” says Tres, pointing at a slot with black letters above it engraved in the hot pink metal of the train that reads:
You insert your ticket and the door slides open like on Star Trek. You take one last look at the tracks that extend out over the lake mesmerized by the mode of travel you are now embarking on. Then you step inside with your bandmates in tow.
“Welcome aboard dirtbags,” the train's A.I. says to welcome you and your friends.
“That's a new chorus for a song, ‘I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby’,” says Machete.
“Bro, that's like already a song man,” says Tio.
“Later,” you say to your friends to cut them off, “sounds like we've got a rude train compadres.”
“Rude, do you think you've paid back your carbon footprint?” the train's A.I. asks you.
“No. Maybe? I don't know?” you answer.
“Not even close compadres,” the A.I. replies in a voice detached from feeling that always scares humans.
“You will be given a chance to make amends by being the biological components at the center of this new engine room.”
Without further notice, pipes and cables from the train car fuse with your body and mind. The rest of the band receive the same fate. And now you’re all sustainable energy for the hot pink monorail that runs out of Tin City.
- Your adventure ends here.
