Board Thread:Fanmade/@comment-26912075-20180826001644/@comment-27358240-20180826224858

Adlartok takes his number tag and his money and puts them in his sack then walks out. As soon as he does, all of his dogs start barking and jumping around. The Inuit calms them down, then looks at his sleigh. How was a sleigh designed to slide on ice going to win him this race? He had forced himself to think of this later, but now he had no time left. Without a method of transport which would allow his dogs to pull his sleigh on snad and dirt, there was no victory. He pondered, pondered again and pondered some more.

"What am I going to do with this..."