展开事件内容(包含选项结果与剧透)
中文译文
| 箭术表演 | ||
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| 一名“弓手”想朝另一名“耍宝”弟兄头顶的苹果射箭。你可以选择: | ||
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英文原文
| Archery Stunt | ||
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| An "archer" brother wants to shoot at an apple on another "clown" brothers head. You can choose: | ||
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Something of a commotion draws you from your tent. Men are sitting on a few stumps or on the ground, eagerly watching something in the distance. With squinting eyes, you spot Clown and Archer doing something odd. An apple rests on one man's head, while the other is walking away - a bow in hand.
You ask Otherguy what is going on and he explains that the two men are going to try some sort of stunt or trick that involves shooting a piece of fruit off a man's head. Shocked, you exclaim that's not safe at all, to which the brother grins and explains that is the point.

You mull the situation over. The brothers look to you, expecting a stoppage, but instead you take a seat amongst them. This spurs a brief cheer from the crowd which quickly quiets to hushed whispers as Clown and Archer get ready.
"Make sure to hit the apple!"
One brother shouts. Laughter ripples through the group.
"From that distance Clown's nose kinda looks like an apple to me."
More laughter, but it is ever nervous as the stunt is about to unfold.

Archer angles his shoulders to Clown and draws his bow, the silhouette of the man but a crescent of wood, string, and arm. You can't see Clown's face, but you assume his eyes are closed. The shot is released. It zips. It disappears. Clown rocks backward, clutching his face. This isn't looking good. The man screams. The crowd oohs. Archer slowly lowers his bow and looks at it as though it is at fault.
Eventually, Clown is carried past you, a shaft of an arrow sticking out of his head. Another brother lingers behind, quietly eating an apple in the wake of the chaos.

The men cheer as you give an affirming nod. You take a seat amongst them as Archer and Clown get ready, the former nocking an arrow while the latter balances an apple atop his head. When the fruit is good and steady, the archer draws back his bow, forming but a silhouette of man, wood, and string, a crescent of determination as he aims downfield. The men are exchanging bets on whether or not he misses. You want to look away, but the spectacle truly is too much.
A great gasp follows the arrow's release, as though some ominous event long foretold had finally happened. Men reel back in their seats, wincing and gritting their teeth. The apple is shot off Clown's head, fruit and arrow spinning away. After a brief silence, the men erupt in cheers. Clown takes a bow, while Archer slackens his draw and looks a bit relieved.
You shake your head 'no' as you walk out into the field and step between the two men.
"If y'all wanted to play tricks, you should've joined a circus. Now get back to work before someone gets seriously hurt."
A wave of disappointment washes over the men. A few even boo and give you a thumbs down or other, rowdier, gestures.




