Transcript of Warfare Is Based On Deception
- Player: Mr. Wellington-Smythe, what's your plan?
- The Trapper: I'm going to hunt the tricksy devil down. While no-one can agree on the nature of the beast, they all agree it lives on one island. I'm going alone-
- Player: Alone? I'm sorry, Reginald, I cannot allow that.
- The Trapper: You must mistake me for someone else! I am the inestimable Reginald Wellington-Smythe! Once, on a foray in Karamja, I-
- Player: -wrestled a lion to death with your thighs, or something. You said it yourself - an invisible creature could cause you mischief.
- The Trapper: I did, didn't I? Nevertheless, you'd be hard-pushed to find someone to join me.
- Player: Get some backup, or your ship doesn't sail.
- The Trapper: Fine! I suppose you want me home by midnight, too.
- The Trapper: The babysitters are back!
- Player: They were there to assist you.
- The Trapper: And an amazing job they did too. Blind as a gaggle of fruit bats.
- Player: No luck then?
- The Trapper: I wouldn't say that. It made it easier to sneak away without them.
- Player: They were there to help you!
- The Trapper: And they helped by staying put. Still, I located some rather interesting animals. There were boars, lizards, frogs... I tried to sneak up on them, but a bird came out of nowhere and alerted the rest. In an instant, they were gone.
- Player: You lost them?
- The Trapper: I followed their various tracks...but they vanished. So many different tracks, so many different animals, all leading to rocks or clumps of flowers.
- Player: What are you going to do?
- The Trapper: I'll be planning the next expedition. No-one outfoxes Reginald Wellington-Smythe.