I spent a few hours there with another Pirate activist before leaving for open doors of Helsinki Pirates which later turned out to be a mistake. We walked to train station from where I took a train and later a metro to the office again. At first there were only a few of us activists before other people started appearing and then we possibly had a record on the amount of new people who were interested about the party. I had had too much of draining events, so at some point I left quietly explaining to activist outside how I was leaving as I had had too much of sensory stimuluss stress and I possibly started crying at that point, I am not sure. I am sure that I was crying when I encountered another activist going to the open doors at metro station where I said the same things. I don't know how much it would be OK for me to say, so I am saying barely anything about the people involved.
This adds a hint of investment and risk. The crab should be player nameable - That would pr ovide a bit of ownership over the story. If the crab is kept out of water or mistreated; an animal rights activist should appear and take the crab away - ending the club. The system runs outside the games story - e.g. the trolly is always present and the player can grow or ignore the club at any point in the game. The crab club should have its own range of clothes and decorations the player can purchase as the club grows - crab juice cola? 47s? the crab car. Crab centric interactions and options could be added to other quests too, maybe an ally hates the crab and turns on you if you progress the club - perhaps someone will try and buy the crab in exchange for a helicopter or something really tempting.
bus bar machine With a few hours to kill we decided to check out nearby Starved Rock State Park. It proved a very crowded, but interesting park. As with most places, a little walking and you soon left most of the crowd s behind. After the hike we ate lunch and then I went back to the bus and set about taking the wheels off so everything would be ready to go when I got the parts. Except I couldn't get the lug nuts off. I stood and bounced on my breaker bar and they just wouldn't move. I walked over to a Semi truck repair shop behind the gas station and borrowed a four foot long breaker bar. Still no dice. I took it back and ended up talking to the owner for a bit. He agreed to spin off the lug nuts for me so I pulled the bus over to his driveway.
I don't know if anyone of them understood what I meant, but at home I thought more about finally typing this and wrote it down onto a piece of paper. Last night I slept a little worse than usually and I have been tired and my senses more sensitive than usually, but not as sensitive as if I was ill. My mother was visiting me and that made me be affected by the world more than usually. First I took a bus to the nearest open metro station and went to Central Railway Station to fetch her, we visited library and returned to my apartment. Later we ate at nearby salad bar and I escorted her to tram stop where she continued elsewhere with my grandmother. Returning home I had again had too much, this time I didn't cry, but I think panic attack was close as I was using a full bus which I reached through full shopping centre that was having some sort of a shopping party.
