Go fishing
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From: The Fruits of the Zee Festival, Restored!
The old fishermen's adages about patience barely apply. The zee throngs with fish – it is the work of moments to push off in a skiff and come back with a haul.
Success
Too easy
The fishing boats have stopped even going out […] One need only hold out their arms and wait.
Something lands in your grasp with a wet slap, and proceeds to wriggle upsettingly while the attending fisherman cackles. […] What have you got here?
[…]Description summary:
The third paragraph varies based on the 
after the action.
| Sights | Third Paragraph |
|---|---|
| 1-9 | If you crossed a pumpkin with a lobster you'd get the front end of whatever this is. The other end is best undisclosed. |
| 10-19 | It squirts ink of electric violant as you wrestle it into the boat. Accept your defeat in good grace, wretched echinoderm! |
| 20-29 | At first you thought you'd caught a pair of gossamer eels. But no. One eel; two heads. They both frown at you. |
| 30-39 | Something fleshy, purple and shy retreats into its knobbly shell, which is crowded with fierce glyphs. Natural? Or has someone been illuminating crustaceans again? |
| 40-49 | Your catch flops around in the bottom of the boat, droning like a bored bee. It would look like a starfish, if starfish had a guileless brown eye blinking on each arm. |
| 50-59 | Your catch is inconveniently ambulant. It keeps trying to wander grumpily back into the water. You give it a good talking to and hit it with an oar. |
| 60-69 | Your catch flutters luxurious rainbowed fins, prim as a peacock. |
| 70-79 | Oh, look. Just what fish needed: pedipalps. You get a close look at them as it gamely tries to catch your head in a net of sodden silk. |
| 80-89 | Gills? Yes. Groping photophores? Yes. Spines pregnant with caustic venom? Yes. Verifiably yes. |
| 90-100 | The thing sighs and lifts nine tentacles toward you. Each holds a soggy candle stub. You're not falling for that. Into the pot with you, marine horror. |
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You've gained (
Modified Watchful/40) x Deep-zee Catch (Wiki note: You start losing Catches below )
Nightmares is increasing… (+0-2 CP)
[Sights at the Festival change…] (random)
