Christ Centered Gamer

You're stranded on an alien planet, six weeks into a unforgiving jungle. Your food and water supplies are running low. You have rope, a knife, a flashlight, a propane torch, and two pairs of clean underwear. You're hopelessly lost, until you come upon an old gent, bedecked in strange battle armor and mysteriously floating 20 feet in the air, who offers you a map to your ship, but at a great price: you have to give up your last two pair of clean undies in trade, without knowing how long you're going to have to wear the ones you have on.

What is your choice?

The map. I'll get a clean pair once I get back to the ship.

Think to myself "I picked a bad day to go commando."

Wait...

Six weeks and I still have two pairs of clean underwear?

You and I have two very different definitions of clean good sir.

"Why, why, why did I pack extra underwear instead of extra plasma rounds or at least the anti-grav belt?"

Hygiene is overrated. Plus you're in the jungle, there's always leaves for the wiping.

TripExistence wrote:Hygiene is overrated. Plus you're in the jungle, there's always leaves for the wiping.

Lol yes. Who cares about clean undies if you have a choice between survival without clean undies and death? Lol not me. Gimme teh map and ship.

Pheonix wrote:Wait...

Six weeks and I still have two pairs of clean underwear?

You and I have two very different definitions of clean good sir.

Well, it's assuming you were packed in the fashion of me, where I have enough undapants for the time I'll be gone and at least two extra pairs; and that you'd rationed them like food and water.

Sstavix wrote:Think to myself "I picked a bad day to go commando."

/threadwin

ArcticFox wrote:

Sstavix wrote:Think to myself "I picked a bad day to go commando."

/threadwin

/+rep

Give him the underwear, follow him til he takes off the armor to change, knife/garrote/torch him, take your underwear back along with his armor and anything useful.


Come on humans, killing is always the best solution.

Interestingly enough, that's how I occasionally find myself playing Elder Scrolls games

I'm not sure if I'm grasping the problem.

If I'm alone on an alien planet, I'm not wearing underwear. I'm not wearing anything.

I wear clothes for you people. I wouldn't pass up the chance for living free.

I remember this guy back in ND. No one seemed to know his name so they just called him the naked farmer. That was disturbing.

ArchAngel wrote:I'm not sure if I'm grasping the problem.

If I'm alone on an alien planet, I'm not wearing underwear. I'm not wearing anything.

I wear clothes for you people. I wouldn't pass up the chance for living free.

Yeah but, alien parasites...