Patch Notes #1.2


    The NPC Bishop O’Connor who rings the bell atop the Thousand Step Tower every day, can no longer be thrown over the edge to his death. Also the cookie baking trainer Sister Stevens, in the same church, can no longer be prompted to commit lewd acts by spamming the phrase “Kneed my dough.”


    Crash was going thru the wardrobe that was provided for him. He noticed that half of his Aloha shirts were parrot themed. He picked a bright red shirt with green parrots. He walked out into the living room and asked Malia, “Did you notice an over abundance of parrots on your clothing?”


    Crash nudged Malia. “Hey that dude looks familiar! Who is that?”


    Malia snarled, “Ya, I recognize that jackass. His name is Jonni Fastplay, he is in all of the reality tv shows. He always plays the jerky, bad guy role. He tried to hook up with me thru my socials once and when I turned him down he harassed me for weeks!”


    Crash narrowed his eyes at the guy. “I take it you don’t want to meet him then?”


    Malia shook her head. “Hell no, I’d end up punching him!”


    Crash nodded, “Ok I get it, but I do want to find out what he is doing here. I was told that we would be the only two on The Island for a couple of weeks.”


    She waved him away. “Go for it, I’ll grab a drink and find Oha, I have some questions about how to pick up some crafting trades to work on in our down time.”


    Crash shook his hand and Jonni gave him more than the necessary pressure needed and grinned. “Jonni how are you? I have seen you on a few tv shows. I take it you are one of our lucky celeb guests in Ever Ever?”


    Jonni nodded. “Yup. This is my fourth day actually. Hit level 10 this afternoon and I deserved a break so I took a boat over here for your big welcoming party! Wanted to meet the top live streamers in the preview!”


    Crash lifted his eyebrows. “We are the top stream?” He chuckled. “How did that happen and how do you know that?”Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    “Easy, my producer told me. We talk twice a day, go over strats for domination. He felt that it would be good for me to be seen by your forty million and send them a little message.”


    He looked back at Crash. “You know you can consult with your producer anytime you want to right? Just ask the eye in the sky and you shall receive. I’d advise you get out there in the real world soon. You don’t want to fall too far behind and end up letting this sweet little village burn to the ground with no protectors. You know what I mean?”


    Crash shook his head. “No actually I don’t know what you mean. Care to elaborate?”


    He pointed over at the stage. “See those three hula dancers? Wanna bet me 50k that I can’t get all three of them in the sack tonight?


    Crash shook his head. “That’s not too cool bro.”


    Crash wandered around looking for Malia in the crowd. He spotted Beebee dancing with another seal, this one looking decidedly male and wearing a dozen flowered Leis. She saw him and waved. “Malia asked me to tell you that she was headed over to the Sloshed Siren. It’s that complex on the far left side of the bay with the boardwalk in front of it. She said something about wanting to get as far away from someone as possible.”


    Well, this must be the place!”


    He smiled as he saw Malia up near a long bar with her arms interlocked with two women. The entire bar had arms locked and were swaying back and forth as they bellowed out the end of the song:


    “SOOO, Jack jumped on the bed…


    He looked down at Big Red…


    Stripped off his pantaloons…


    THAT WASN’T MY PEG LEG!”


    “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The bar erupted in laughter!


    Malia spotted him in the doorway and ran over and jumped up on him placing a big kiss on his lips! “Oh Crash this place freaking rocks!” The people are so friendly and the sing along songs are so dirty! I love this place, it is officially my new hang!”


    Malia liked arms with him and dragged him to the bar. “Sounds great, I wanna introduce you to my future B.F.F.s, They are badass sentry''s on the Bay’s security squad.”


    Hope grabbed his bicep and squeezed it. “Wow, Malia is this hunk of man flesh yours? And will you share?” Hope giggled.


    Malia laughed. “1 He is mine and 2 maybe when we get to know each other better!”


    Crash almost spit his mouthful of drink all over the place. “Malia!”


    The girls all started giggling. Faith said, “Where have you been Crash? I can’t believe you left Malia all alone on her second night here!”


    “Ugg!” Malia spit out. “I told you that guy was a creep, what did he have to say for himself, why was he here?”


    Crash shrugged “I got the feeling he was jealous of me. He was shooting veiled threats left and right. He also mentioned how he liked messing with the locals. A real creep for sure, you were right!”


    Right after Crash chugged down 30 ounces of rum drink the band struck up a song that made the bar erupt in cheers. Malia and Hope grabbed Crash by the arms and started dragging him to the dance floor. “You make feel like dancin! Gonna dance the night away!”