Some grand adventures begin with the young hero battling bandits, or gaint rats. Not this one. No, today would be a battle split porportions, fought one shovel full at a time. Ai arrived early to the house in question, greeted by a wheel barrow and a shovel in the lawn. Rereading the mission scroll, he decided that he'd best get straight to work. He had grown up with dogs after all, how hard could this be?
Wheel barrow lumbering forward into the back-yard, he paused as his nostrils were assualted. Everything came back up from that mornings breakfast - just when he thought is was over, his stomach decided it would get a headstart on tommorows breakfast aswell! Eyes blurry from the sheer overwhelming might of the scene before him, he began to see what he'd signed up for. This particular yard made the exorcism of emily rose look tame.
Taking a moment, Ai decided that he did indeed need yen this bad. Chuckling to himself, he wondered how today could be seen as a sign to come, a joke one growing up mayhaps? Shaking his head in disgust, he set forth. 'Glunk, glunk, glunk, sploosh' Slamming to a violent halt, Ai shrieked in dismay at his misfortune. Inspecting the wheel barrow closer, he noticed the front wheel had sunk deep into a pothole. Looking around again, Ai chuckled as he realized he'd ran straight into the only pothole in the entire yard. What were the odds? Rubbing his head in thought, he now needed a new plan with the wheel barrow out of working order and all.
Slowly at first, gaining pace with each slayn pile; Ai carried them one by one into the wheel barrow. Each plunkung load burned his frail muscles, muscles he didnt even know he had would definally hurt tomorrow! After about a couple hours he had the yard mostly bare, and within the next hour Ai was certian that his zero doo reign had been sufficiently established. Taking a momment to admire his work, he wiped the sweat from his brow - bad idea. Taking the shovel, he tried one last time to jimmy it free, only to discover that he did not weigh enough. Checking the scroll once more, his eyes caught on one word in particular; 'Somehow..'
There was only one thing to do - kill it with fire! Letting out his best dinosaur rawr he set into motion.
Walking into a yard-tools cabnet he had spotted earlyier, he emerged several moments later with a small gas can now in tow. Dousing the heaping pile of rebel squats in fuel he lit a match and left. He felt confident that the molten mess behind him counted as a job well done. Never knowing if he himself would ever smell right again, he pulled out a piece of paper and started scribbling away. As quickly as he made it, his yen would be gone.
Atleast on thing was certian - the excrement would be gone by the time his client got home. Mission accomplished, right?
[E-Rank Solo mission, 500+ wc for double mission reward]