Moonstuck
Sep 08

> Protocol dictates at that you lead the crew in a jaunty sea shanty at this time.
You lead your merry crew in a rousing rendition of jolly, jolly sixpence.
With spirits this high, nothing could possibly go wrong!
Aug 30

> Set sail!
Nice boat.

> This will only end in tears. Or impending moistness.

> A portage is in order!
To the waterways!

> Row, row, row your bats, gently down the streeaaam~
You paddle furiously on your new canoe, but you don’t seem to get anywhere.