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Logic never works with the wildly drunk. XDD;;

And it turns out they're all wildly drunk so of course they won't be listening to a thing you say. They'll hear words and think 'you just insulted me and my honor! En guard!' And pick a fight. Things quickly deteriorate. With each person in the group yelling profanities, and jabbing you in the soldier. They gleefully start causing enough of a scene that some people are coming out of the festival to watch! Including your captain! He is not impressed. Your captain has other soldiers escort the drunk men away while he scolds you for your inability to deal with, “A couple of dead drunk men who don't know the sky from the ground!” Looks like you weren't much help! Try again?

Way to be proactive, young soldier. Behavior like that will surely get you flying through the ranks in no time! But let's get back to the present shall we? It's ten minutes before the festival opens to the public. Crowds numbering in the thousands are waiting anxiously for the doors to be swept open. And then, you knew this would happen of course, some yells 'The gates are open!' A murmur ripples through the crowd. And then one poor civilian tries to bust his way in. What do you do?
A. Distraction! Distraction!

B. Get in his way by standing in front of the door.

C. Bar his way with the hilt of your sword.

Also. PATH D IS NOW CLOSED.

Uh. Uh. Uh. You quickly take out your swords, tell everyone to stand back and do an elaborate sword dance. Well, elaborate to the audience anyway. You're really just flourishing your sword fancily. In any case, it seems that the crowd is fascinated, dare I say impress?, with your sword handling. Yay! And in time, the doors open and every crowds through. Except now you need to deal with making sure each festival goer shows their ticket!
A. Why, stand in front of the arch and demand to see their ticket, of course.

B. You and your colleagues demand that everyone forms three orderly lines.

C. Wait. What? You're just guarding the entrance! The actual running of the event has nothing to with you!

Soldiers spread through the crowd, telling everyone to form lines. And, what's this? They're actually doing it! Haphazard lines to be sure, but it's in some form of organization. And that's good enough right? Great job! Great job! As the line steadily dwindles, your work becomes less hectic. An hour or so later, the front gates are empty and you're already yawning your head off. Another soldier shouts and points in some direction. What's that? Looks like a couple of troublemakers come to crash the party! How will you handle this?
A. You run towards them yelling and flailing to scare them off.

B. Approach them and gently tell them to leave. With your sword firmly gripped in your hand, of course.

PATH C IS NOW CLOSED.


You quickly ruffle up your clothing and mess up your hair to make yourself look crazy. Then, with a deep breath, you run towards them yelling nonsense and flailing like a crazy man. You stumble and fall to the ground before the group as they have paused to watch your shenanigans. And in the drunkest, craziest voice you know, you tell them of their doom should they set foot inside the festival with malicious intent. You doggedly follow them around until the group is creeped out enough to go play their pranks somewhere else. Nice job! You scared them away without force and you had fun doing it! And then of course. Your captain has come out to check on your group. And notices you on the ground, rasping out doom and destruction. Um...

A. This isn't what it looks like! You can explain!

B. Yes, it is exactly what this looks like. You were going off to relieve yourself and then a group of rowdy adolescents jumped and mugged you before you even had a chance.

They even messed up your uniform! You try to act frazzled as you explain this to your captain in hopes of gaining his sympathy. He gives you a strange, kneels down to your level and says, “Soldier, if you're...um...feeling the effects of military life more...ehm...harshly than others, perhaps it's time to go get some help? The army has an excellent doctor for these types of things. I know how it can get. Trust me...” and so on. He helps you up and gently leads you away from the festivities. You've been deemed unfit for duty and taken off the active roster! Try again?

UH. XD There's only one path left to take. SO. Franz. The question is. WILL YOU TAKE IT?


A. This isn't what it looks like! You can explain!

B. Yes, it is exactly what this looks like. You were going off to relieve yourself and then a group of rowdy adolescents jumped and mugged you before you even had a chance.

A. This isn't what it looks like! You can explain!

xD