Quest for Justice

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sunlight, and Jayden bent over and stuffed it into the player’s mouth. Jayden stood up.
    â€œTo answer your question, Kat, he was on a potion called the Potion of Swiftness, also called QPO or Lightning. It’s a potion that’ll give you a quick burst of energy, but it will make you weak for a short while afterward. Steve here took too much QPO one night at a Spleef match, and he hasn’t been able to drink it without passing out afterward ever since. It’s a shame. It really did help him run this farm more productively.”
    â€œHold on,” said Stan. “He runs the farm? That’s your brother?” He decided to save the question of what Spleef was for a later day.
    â€œYep,” said Jayden grimly. “You see, the only way to heal him is to give him a golden apple, which would normally heal you from an injury. The problem is, apples are really rare, and gold isn’t that common either, and that’s what you use to craft the golden apples.”
    Steve had begun to stir. As he came to, Stan took an opportunity to look at the farm.
    It was gigantic—it must have taken up a quarter of the entire Adorian village. There were fields and fields covered in wheat, pumpkins, watermelon, and tall stalks that Stan couldn’t identify. Irrigation ditches ran between the plants. Cocoa bean pods grew on logs that looked like they came from a jungle. There were also pastures. There was a whole herd of cows and a group of pigs. Stan saw some sheep with white, black, and brown wool, and some with no wool.
    Stan looked around and also saw chickens, a pool filled with squid, some wolves, and some things that looked like wild cats. But the most peculiar thing was something that resembled a cow, except that it was red and white and covered with mushrooms actually growing out of its back. While there were herds of the other animals, there were only three red-and-white cows—two large ones and a small one. Stan guessed that these were the things that Jayden had just led to the village from the Mushroom Island. What did he call them? Oh yeah, Mooshrooms. Funny name . . .
    Steve had come back around and was beginning to stand up. He put his blocky hand to his head and moaned.
    â€œOh . . . ugh . . . oh, what happened?”
    â€œDon’t give me that!” fumed Jayden. “You know perfectly well what happened. You know that you can’t be QPOed on the job! I’m running out of golden apples to heal you with. Apples don’t just grow on trees! Well, not in this game, anyway . . . but the point is, you’ve gotta be more responsible, Steve!”
    â€œHey, who are those guys?” asked Steve, who had not been listening to Jayden and was now looking distractedly at Stan and his friends.
    Jayden looked furious and was about to yell at Steve again when G said, “Don’t, Jay, there’s no point. Steve, this is Stan, Charlie, and Kat. Guys, this is CrazySteve1026, aka Steve.”
    â€œHey, noobs,” said Steve, disregarding the exasperated sigh of Stan and the smirk of Sally. “About tuh start da program, I assume? Yes? Alrighty den, what can I help ya with, little brother?” asked Steve, turning back to Jayden.
    â€œWe just need some watermelons,” said Jayden. “Sal made some cake for breakfast but some of us are still . . .”
    â€œSay no more, Jay,” said Steve. He then proceeded to walk over to the nearby watermelon field and bring his hoe down into two watermelons. They burst open, leaving a mess of watermelon slices in their places. He picked them up andwalked over to the group of players, handing two slices to each of them.
    â€œMan, dis shtuff ish good,” mumbled G.
    â€œYeah, you should make a watermelon cake next time, Sal,” boomed Archie.
    â€œYou’re welcome,” spat an annoyed Sally.
    Once they finished their watermelon, Steve said, “Alrighty den, all fed? Good, den off ya kids go. Have

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