There's 3 brave (or some may also say very stupid) of your fellow men running in front of all the others, heading off like madmen towards the approaching, raising barrier of porous blue material. It could even be a rare type of stone or metal, which could explain your crew's current strange surroundings.
"that's a flip-flop!" Someone screams out from the end of the mob. The others begin to stop and look at each other in confusion. The thing is humongous, large enough to be its own small city that is raised like an unnatural structure. Now 2 of the crew have sped up, probably some fascination with feet, so while you consider their stupidity, the others remain distant of the huge sandal laying on this strange beach. "That's gotta be the cyclops, chief. Are we attacking from the entrance or flushing the cyclops out?" In all the excitement you had almost forgotten the nature of your trip. Capture and/or take care of the cyclops problem, of which you and your crew would be handsomely rewarded for taking care of. You make the decision to...
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