<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/G3rtwJt.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bryn<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Midday<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Swell Landing Beach<br/><strong>notes:</strong>: Who made these instructions anyway?<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Dr. Tox, open<br/><br/><br/>Having made his proclamation to protect Dr. Tox Bryn turned his attention to helping out with more construction of shelter in preparation for nightfall. He was sure everybody would appreciate some shelter to live in. He would make sure everybody else had one before he chose one of course and if worst came to worst he could make his own temporary shelter pretty quickly. It wouldn’t be as nice as a flat back, but it would make due until he could get up an extra one for himself. “I’m going to start building shelter for everybody Tox. Do you have any requests for a location for yours?” He questioned with a tilt of his head as he began to unpack one of the flatpacks and try to make sense of the directions.<br/><br/>Picking up one of the instruction sheets he growled at it. No words at all just pictures and random numbers that vaguely indicated  what order of steps he should follow and as he stared at the smaller parts he could swear that there was going to be too many or not enough. He couldn’t tell yet. He bet these things had been produced by POKEA.   Still he would figure it out! Nothing could stop him from helping and proving how much help he could be! Fu ha ha ha ha!  He just had to flex his muscle in his head rather than his arms for this one. After staring at the almost undecipherable hieroglyphics of an instruction sheet he began to get to work, putting stuff together slowly and somehow managing not to accidentally punch a hole in the walls.