In the height of the summer heat, our epic adventurers have taken a break from saving Neverwinter in order to stand knee-deep in dirty water, anxiously watching their friends slam their balls against a wooden bridge. Hoping beyond hope for legendary treasure, our friends spend hours in this painful position, watching hero after hero unload their sacks against the unapologetic wood.
As boredom starts to set in amidst the monotony of incessant ball-slapping, the conversations take a turn toward the toilet. With minds degenerating toward the juvenile, one can only imagine the amount of innuendo that ensues, causing even the bridge to turn a rosey shade of red.
What could possibly cause this irrational behavior? Well, the chance to gain tiny slips of paper to turn in to a vendor. Upon turning them in, the vendor promptly punches the heroes in the stomach and laughs at their naivete.
Oh! Off they go to do it all over again! Bless you, summer festival!
Of course it isn't! And anyone who hasn't had these thoughts is a liar :P