A Fond Memory

About A Fond Memory (Flash Games)

A Fond Memory is a classic release for Flash Games. Playable directly in your web browser without third-party plugins, this title runs at a locked 60 frames per second using client-side WebAssembly.

[---- DO NOT POST THE SOLUTION IN THIS THREAD ----] Help Bruduk relive his memory of a fond time spent with his fine friends. This is my second minigame image. This one will be harder than the first one, with more reward, accordingly. I encourage people giving each other hints, but please do not post the solution into this thread once you've found it. Also, do not accuse me of not giving you enough information, I have given enough to solve the puzzle. Remember to have an open mind, the solution is there, and getting it wrong doesn't mean it's broken, it means you're missing something. Now, on with the clues. [---Bruduk's Journal entry.---] First let me say that I love Hobgoblins. They're great to have at your back in a fight, and they're one of the only peoples who don't make me feel like I'm a big green pile of gold. The first night I spent with the Kah Makrak tribe was the first time I'd slept soundly in weeks. When I awoke the next morning, I realized how hungry and dirty I was. After a breakfast consisting entirely of meat, I asked my new friends if there was a place where I could bathe. Most of the hunting party agreed that it was a good idea, and we started up the mountain path to what looked like a cave in the volcano's side. The warriors were stripping off their clothes as they went, so I followed suit, and as we entered the empty cave, everyone tossed them just outside. The room was obviously a natural cavern, but it had been worked and shaped, with bamboo slats laid down to form benches against the volcanic rock. Deep fissures ran through the floor, and everyone broke off into smaller groups, congregating around individual fissures, chatting cheerfully amongst themselves. I got the distinct impression that outsiders weren't brought here often. While waiting to see what would happen, I sat down and looked around at all the Hobgoblins in the room, and began to count them, noting their differences. One third of the Hobgoblins were talking. One third of the Hobgoblins had their backs turned to me. Half of the Hobgoblins had their arms raised, and half of that number were sitting down. There were as many butts on the benches as there were Hobgoblins talking. My thoughts were interrupted as someone handed me a brass pitcher full of water. I held onto it, confused at first, but then I saw someone in the back of the room pour it down into one of the fissures. A great gout of earthy-smelling steam rose up from it, and the Hobgoblins near that fissure basked in the heavy warmth. Someone near the entrance poured water into his as well, and finally, I ventured toward the closest dry fissure, pouring in the pitcher I had been given. After a few moments, I began to sweat freely, and it felt like the nightmare of the last few weeks was leaking out of my pores. I was more relaxed than I had been in a long time. Who could imagine that the Hobgoblins would cultivate such an exquisite pleasure? Of course.. I haven't really explained the OTHER reason I love Hobgoblins. I was treated to more than one exquisite pleasure during my stay with them, but I'll tell you about that another time. [---END ENTRY---] Good luck ladies and gents, I hope you have as much fun playing as I did creating it. [---- DO NOT POST THE SOLUTION TO THIS THREAD ----]