So here I am in the shower, thinking about all the devilish things to do to my players this coming weekend. When we left off, they were on Tatooine and had just stolen a pod racer from an Evil Team of Racers. Now the driver, they have a clear escape route, but the rest helping in the heist, they have to make it on their own power. So follow this train of thought:
"Well, they can just escape through the sewers!"
"Wait, that wont work. Mos Espa probably doesn't have a sewer network."
"Hold on - if they don't have sewers, where does the poop go?"
"Into a septic tank, I guess."
"Naw, moisture is way too valuable in a desert climate to let it sit in a tank like that. Poo is 75% water (give or take)!"
"So where does the poo go then?"
"Probably in a very efficient water reclamation system."
"Oh god, Luke grew up drinking pee water!"
"Hmmm, how can I make the fact that they're drinking pee water in the local cantinas known to the more delicate characters. . . ."
And so now you get a look into the mind of how Desslok writes adventures. Your welcome. . . .