The fog refused to shift, day three now, we know the world is out there, we just cant see it. Fetching pig feed was incident free save for the clumsy loader nearly knocking Trixie over, then almost putting the forklift forks through the side before finally dropping the pallet with 750kgs of supplies just short of the back axle making the journey home with the trailer hitch trying to point skywards an exercise in vehicle mishandling. Luckily I could communicate all sudden directional changes (both intentional and unintentional) by use of the pretty lights hanging on the back courtesy of the local pound shop who stock trailer boards. This high tech bit of kit expertly screwed into place by yours truly was probably a life saver in the fog, and as the less than expert forklift driver said "It'll keep the pigs happy" Now I'm not sure if the pigs will be happy that the trailer is now legal and super roadworthy and its almost a moot point because if all goes well they wont need to be transported in the trailer to make the trip to Mr Whirlpool, the freezer, as an assassin is supposed to visit Rock HQ very soon. Admittedly this is the third assassin we have booked, but as the saying goes "If at first you don't succeed you can always use the trailer".
Day 14 30 30 lvl 12 hill 11km (Cheap Trick, Cheap Trick)
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Glad to hear that you and the trailer survived the fog. I just hope the pigs haven't gotten to pig for slaughter. I know that has happened to a few people when they had to delay the slaughter, and ended up having to pay more
Kit
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