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We Lost Shota.

November 23, 2008
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We were all eating ramen around a crappy table. Yurie couldn’t read the menu and was really frustrated. Others were making fun of her for being stupid. I kept saying that it’s not her fault. Finally she bought 3 bowls, dumped them on peoples heads, and walked out.

Dad had told me to meet him on the cliff top. Someone had put a giant information sheet that spun around on top of the cliff. It was about castles that weren’t there anymore. It kept getting bigger and bigger and nearly pushed me off. My dad talked about the last time we were there, which I didn’t remember.

Radio1 organised a market day. It wasn’t a regular market day though, it involved teams of 4 that had to get through certain obstacles on an unknown world to get out again. Your team gets picked at random. My team had two 32 year old and Shota (a two year old). The first obstacle was just a long plastic tunnel. Shota went first, and he slowly waddled through. next was me; I got stuck. After I broke the tunnel the organisers weren’t so happy with me. The next obstacle was in an old building. We had to free several hostages if we wanted to get the stamp on our passport. We also had to use something called a “torch” to “kill” guns along the way. The guns seemed to be made of cardboard rolls, but they had cameras inside. We freed the hostages, except one who, although I untied him, didn’t follow us into the elevator and he got blown up in the blast. We didn’t get the point.
On the elevator back down we realised two things; firstly, that the actors involved kept giving us the fingers and said terrible comments about us under they’re beaths; secondly, We lost Shota. We got into the car wondering what we were going to do. Finally we decided to go back for him, even though it was against the rules. We broke through a large barrier that led to the outside world, and headed up the street in search of the back entrance to the last game we played. Several cars followed us, some of them were tractors that the wheels could change into chainsaws and cut us up. We laughed about how everybody hated us.

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