Board Thread:Off-Topic/@comment-5354667-20140723155446/@comment-24108228-20140725080942

Banana: Banana wasn't fully sure how long they slept for, but when they woke up, the sun was risen and they felt very refreshed. He decided he would try and interact with a tribe, and see who was friendly and who wasn't, and possibly even join one. Unfortunately, his sword definitely wasn't up for the job in the event of any combat, so Banana decided to create a basic grindstone to sharpen his sword. He collected a couple stones and tied them together with a strip of hide, and started to sharpen the sword.

After about ten minutes of the tedious work, Banana had what now looked like a sword, instead of a baton with a hilt. Proud of his creation, Banana killed some more of the deer for additional hide, and hopped onto his boat. His first stop was a nearby island with what looked like a shop at the front. It looked friendly, although Banana had their sword to hand just in case.

As the raft touched the sandy shores of the island, Banana heard some excited discussion inside the stone building. Slightly nervous, he approached the stone building. "Canyon Explosives Emporium" read a sign attached to the building. Banana had been a pyrotechnic before they arrived at the islands, so this interested them greatly. As they finished reading the sign, a man in a tuxedo, twirling a crook, and speaking with an accent similar to that of an 18th century British high class, walked up to the window and started speaking to Banana.

"Good day to you fine chap! What can I do for you on this most excellent morning?" said the man, with an enthusiastic tone. "Well, I just wanted to-" replied Banana, but was cut off almost instantly by the enthusiasm of the man behind the window, who interrupted him mid-sentence. "From the rockma tribe I presume? Wishing to re-establish our long term trade routes?" said the man, staring triumphantly at the island Banana had found themself on a day before, he was clearly getting very excited by the arrival of Banana. "Rockma tribe? There's a tribe on that island over there?" asked Banana, confused by this concept. The man's excited mood dropped like a stone. "They've been around the islands for at least a month now. They use explosives to mine very large amounts of ore very quickly, which made quite the noise, let me tell you. Still, business was business, and we happily traded the steel they created for more explosives, and the spare steel went toward trading operations with smaller, farming based tribes at mainland, who provided us with food." explained the man who appeared to be pulled straight from victorian Britain, "But one day the explosions stopped going off, nobody came to trade with us, and the islands became very quiet. We assumed they had simply decided that they had enough steel, but what your saying suggests otherwise. That island over there, that's rockma island. Have you seen anything that may suggest something about the tribes current status? "A burnt town, a lot of skeletons, and many piles of rubble. I doubt rockma will be trading with you anymore." replied Banana. "Oh... Well, would you like to buy any explosives?" asked the man, clearly eager to start up the business again. "What kind of explosives?" asked Banana, in an inquisitive way. This was his forte, and he intended on making the most of this chance to show off his knowledge. "We have mining explosives, demolition explosives, and war explosives." replied the man in a way suggesting he had said this many times before. "That's pretty vague. Could you explain what ratios you use?" replied Banana. The man was somewhat stunned by this question, nobody had asked that kind of thing before. "Erm, I'll have to go consult the guy who makes the explosives for that. Give me a couple minutes." and with that the man walked off.

While Banana waited, he decided to scratch some notes into a strip of bento hide, for ever since Banana arrived he had been losing memory of his previous life, and he wanted to keep the knowledge of explosives with him, since it was probably the only bit he could apply here that wasn't instinctive.

On the hide, he scratched in the two basic components for gunpowder. Sulphur and charcoal. He also inscribed the perfect ratio, a single unit of sulphur to 1.839 units of charcoal. Underneath this, Banana wrote the five main stages of explosives. The first one was 1 charcoal unit to 1.5 units. This was the most basic of explosive, anything less was considered a flashy fuse. Banana drew a small flower next to the writing, as that was probably the limit of its destructive ability. The next was 1.5 to 1.7. Anything in this range would be capable of killing someone, but not dealing any damage to a building. Banana drew a small stickman next to that section, as he was never a capable artist. After that, the next section was 1.7 to 1.8. These kinds of explosives were the kind you would use in a battle, as they could turn a stone building into rubble. Banana drew a hut, and moved onto the next one. The second to last type of explosive was 1.8 to 1.83. These types of explosives were huge, capable of doing permanent damage to an island, some of the smaller ones would be completely obliterated. Nobody in their right mind would make one of these, as anyone with knowledge of gunpowder ratios would be smart enough to realise it was a stupid idea. Banana drew a small skull and crossbones next to this one, as lighting the fuse on one of these would probably be the end of you. The last type was 1.83 to 1.839. Nobody had lit one of these kinds of explosives. Banana didn't want to be the first to try. Banana drew a small question mark next to that section of writing, and folded the hide into his pocket.

At this point, the man had returned, and asked Banana to come inside to meet the person who made the explosives, as he was not capable of remembering all the numbers. Banana walked inside the tribe, and opened the door to the gunpowder explosion facility.