[Spyro's not opposed to paying his fair share for admission. Frankly, he's just glad it's not a certain stuffy, stuck-up bear behind that ticket counter, waiting to charge him a wing and a horn to get in. Trouble is, even if he's not dealing with Money Bags, he's not sure if what he has here is enough...
He gathered up a few gems on his journey through the woods here, but it's really only a modest amount. It's all spread out on the ground in front of him now, approximately 12 absurdly large precious gemstones in colors of rich green, blue, and red. Where he comes from, things like carnival admission and such usually cost at least 100 of these bad boys, so he feels just slightly embarrassed checking to see if this pile of chump change will be enough to get him admission.
Perhaps your the clerk in charge of the admission. Or perhaps you're another newbie in line behind him, waiting for your turn at the desk. Either way, you're there as he takes his concern up with the carnival staff:]
Hey pal! Yeah, down here! Is this good enough to get me into the action, or am I going to have to come back later?
GAMER'S CIRCLE
[Alright, games! This is Spyro's kind of jam. The games here are pretty different from the ones he remembers from Dragon Shores, but that just makes them even more exciting.
He's got his eye on one of the water gun games, the kind with the moving targets that you have to blast, but he's having some difficulty figuring out the provided weapon.]
Wait... How am I supposed to use this, exactly?
[It's the trigger that's throwing him off. He's used to using turrets built with folks like him in mind, hands-free cannons and such that use magic to fire when he wants them to. Most places usually have that, or they'll at least provide a fireball powerup so that he can play with some good old fashioned fire breathing. But a regular old squirt gun? He can't get his little claws around that effectively.]
Well, I'm stumped. Any ideas, Sparx?
[He's talking to the glowing dragonfly hovering faithfully next to him.]
Spyro | Spyro the Dragon | Newbie
[Spyro's not opposed to paying his fair share for admission. Frankly, he's just glad it's not a certain stuffy, stuck-up bear behind that ticket counter, waiting to charge him a wing and a horn to get in. Trouble is, even if he's not dealing with Money Bags, he's not sure if what he has here is enough...
He gathered up a few gems on his journey through the woods here, but it's really only a modest amount. It's all spread out on the ground in front of him now, approximately 12 absurdly large precious gemstones in colors of rich green, blue, and red. Where he comes from, things like carnival admission and such usually cost at least 100 of these bad boys, so he feels just slightly embarrassed checking to see if this pile of chump change will be enough to get him admission.
Perhaps your the clerk in charge of the admission. Or perhaps you're another newbie in line behind him, waiting for your turn at the desk. Either way, you're there as he takes his concern up with the carnival staff:]
Hey pal! Yeah, down here! Is this good enough to get me into the action, or am I going to have to come back later?
GAMER'S CIRCLE
[Alright, games! This is Spyro's kind of jam. The games here are pretty different from the ones he remembers from Dragon Shores, but that just makes them even more exciting.
He's got his eye on one of the water gun games, the kind with the moving targets that you have to blast, but he's having some difficulty figuring out the provided weapon.]
Wait... How am I supposed to use this, exactly?
[It's the trigger that's throwing him off. He's used to using turrets built with folks like him in mind, hands-free cannons and such that use magic to fire when he wants them to. Most places usually have that, or they'll at least provide a fireball powerup so that he can play with some good old fashioned fire breathing. But a regular old squirt gun? He can't get his little claws around that effectively.]
Well, I'm stumped. Any ideas, Sparx?
[He's talking to the glowing dragonfly hovering faithfully next to him.]