Am I Going the Right Way?

[Old Greg]

Look for taxi rank

[realityhack]

Just an aside, but chameleons can't change colour to suit their surroundings, so the chameleon cloak is bloody useless. And explains the crow pooing on me all the time.

I fart in your general direction.
Let's just ignore that for now eh? Stories have to have an element of Suspension Of Disbelief.

[realityhack]

Another crow circles below

[Old Greg]

I fart in your general direction.
Let's just ignore that for now eh? Stories have to have an element of Suspension Of Disbelief.

Rock on realityhack - you're doing a great job.

[realityhack]

Look for taxi rank

You head South, gingerly testing each step, and successfully negotiate your way back to the taxi rank.
There is a break in the cloud cover here, and the top of a beanstalk winds its way about 30 feet above the clouds, through the gap.
You see a brilliant, modern metropolis to the North, with soaring skyscrapers and a bustling business district. You see 3 bright yellow hover-taxis parked by a small sign. 3 taxi drivers stand on the clouds next to their taxis, chatting animatedly over a few beers.
There is seemingly endless cloud cover to the South, West and East. A towering, busy metropolis to the North, and a taxi rank immediately North.

A crow circles ahead.

A hover-bus roars overhead, nearly taking the crow out, it squawks loudly, and perches on the sign.

[Old Greg]

You head South, gingerly testing each step, and successfully negotiate your way back to the taxi rank.
There is a break in the cloud cover here, and the top of a beanstalk winds its way about 30 feet above the clouds, through the gap.
You see a brilliant, modern metropolis to the North, with soaring skyscrapers and a bustling business district. You see 3 bright yellow hover-taxis parked by a small sign. 3 taxi drivers stand on the clouds next to their taxis, chatting animatedly over a few beers.
There is seemingly endless cloud cover to the South, West and East. A towering, busy metropolis to the North, and a taxi rank immediately North.

A crow circles ahead.

A hover-bus roars overhead, nearly taking the crow out, it squawks loudly, and perches on the sign.

Say to crow, 'What's your game, Mr. Crow?'

[realityhack]

Say to crow, 'What's your game, Mr. Crow?'

You say 'What's your game, Mr. Crow?'

The crow replies, half speech, half squawks, 'I'm your menu, mister'.

[Old Greg]

You say 'What's your game, Mr. Crow?'

The crow replies, half speech, half squawks, 'I'm your menu, mister'.

Say to crow, 'What's on the menu, Mr Crow?'

[realityhack]

Say to crow, 'What's on the menu, Mr Crow?'

The crow squawks '1. Load Game, 2. Save Game, 3. Settings, 4. High Scores, 5. Credits'

[Old Greg]

The crow squawks '1. Load Game, 2. Save Game, 3. Settings, 4. High Scores, 5. Credits'

Go to head of taxi rank and ask taxi driver, 'Do you accept pounds sterling?'