Chatlog
Nicopter: Poetry Is An Artform
Nicopter: Proper Enunciation
Nicopter: Is Key To Success
Crast Pactian: i do wish YUPPERS were around for this.
tiptopGipgop: I know, right? Zack is preaching to the missing choir.
Nicopter: Sometimes I Am Not Like I Normally Am And Wish To Express That
cripesalmighty: That’s alright!!
cripesalmighty: Honestly I feel you. Sometimes I feel like I’m just totally flip-flopping on a lot of stuff all the time. Head goes wiiild.
Nicopter: And…
Nicopter: Sometimes I’m just normal, eheh. Sorry. That happens from time to time. Probably not going to be the last time I switch up, but I can try to cut down on it.
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Nicopter: I promise it’s nothing bad.
Nicopter: Enough about me, though. How were these teams actually killing each other’s players if it was all a game played through pawns?
cripesalmighty: That’s the weird thing.
cripesalmighty: Like, I guess that me, the YELLOW 4, and Nic, the GREEN 4, were supposed to collaborate with the BLUE 4 and RED 4 to play the full “4th session” of the game.
cripesalmighty: Same with Y5, G5, B5, R5, to play the 5th session.
cripesalmighty: But instead of everyone getting along, smashing drinks and playing the hell out of our terminal games as a big old 52-strong family, the actual real life teams went out of their rooms, walked through the halls, and started rampaging!
cripesalmighty: There should have been 13 sessions of the game going on all the time with wins and losses and such.
cripesalmighty: But now we have 9 people alive out of 52, with one of them completely crazy, and it just boggles the cripes out of me, too.
cripesalmighty: That all, um… all that stuff, all the stuff of us in this goddamn facility where we have rooms and halls and terminals and needspensers, is totally separate from the game.
cripesalmighty: I guess that’s why it’s so intriguing sometimes.
Nicopter: “This goddamn facility”...
Nicopter: Where is ‘here’? What facility?
tiptopGipgop: It’s the plane in which Inhabitants live. Us.
tiptopGipgop: I mean, obviously we haven’t forever. We’ve been outside of it plenty.
tiptopGipgop: But it’s apparently where we were originally meant to live out the rest of our natural lives in a place a lot safer than where we came from.
tiptopGipgop: This is really hard to explain to an outsider, I’m sorry.
tiptopGipgop: (Under the assumption that you’re not Levyyts.)
Nicopter: I can handle it.
tiptopGipgop: The Heroes were playing a game.
tiptopGipgop: They lost.
Nicopter: How Do They Relate
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tiptopGipgop: Well, we were part of the game.
cripesalmighty: And the heroes liked us enough that they made this place so that, even though they failed completely, we could live a happy life!
Nicopter: I’d been wondering how you actually got ‘here’.
Nicopter: So what happened when they lost?
tiptopGipgop: They didn’t fail completely, Cripes.
cripesalmighty: Almost completely!
Crast Pactian: they had quite the task ahead of them. i’m not sure they were ever cut out for the task of building a universe.
Crast Pactian: but they took kindly to us. they taught us everything we know about the outside world, about the game, about our original purpose.
Crast Pactian: and by giving us escape, a realm to live in such as this, they have let us transcend that original purpose.
Crast Pactian: even if it has trapped us utterly.
tiptopGipgop: They made the best choice they could. I am no great fan of our circumstances, but they had much crappier circumstances, and without them, we would all be dead.
Nicopter: But how did they… put you here?
EXA: best shot buddy boy:
EXA: give… me… best… shot
EXA: spoilers.
EXA: we all died

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cripesalmighty: We all died, and they shrunk down and transferred our bodies into a tiny vessel they could get out of the radius of the MOCHA ENDING.
cripesalmighty: Which is not a human thing at all and I am guessing more of a you thing!
cripesalmighty: Though I guess you were asking stuff about humans earlier like you knew??
tiptopGipgop: The MOCHA ENDING escaped into their play session. This is their biggest mistake, letting it get out of the bounds of the planet it was from, back in their actual home universe.
EXA: zilch, though: us fast ones: went fast.
EXA: fast enough to get outta d.d.dodge.
cripeslamighty: Their play session got totally destroyed.
tiptopGipgop: So did they.
EXA: bye bye.
YUPPERS: what is MISSING from this FAIRY TALE
YUPPERS: is how DEAD US
YUPPERS: became ALIVE US
cripesalmighty: Hey yuppers!!!
YUPPERS: IT’S A REAL MYSTERY IS IT NOT??
tiptopGipgop: I’d really rather not do mouth and eye stuff involving a gifted horse, if you catch my drift.

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Nicopter: Well, that explains how all of you ended up here.
Nicopter: But, uh. Now I'm even more confused.
Nicopter: Cause I'm not even sure I existed before this chat.
Nicopter: Even less sure where to start on fixin’ any of this mess.
cripesalmighty: Ah jeez.
cripesalmighty: Well, at least I guess we can sympathize there.
YUPPERS: unfortunately it seems i remain the only INHABITANT with any MODICUM OF IDEAS
YUPPERS: though NEEDSPENSERING FRIENDS is never truly going to work
YUPPERS: it is a PLEASANT EFFORT to ENTERTAIN
Nicopter: I guess I should start by figurin out who's team I'm really on, since that seems important. Yellow maybe?
tiptopGipgop: Wait, but you’re typing in green text, and you’re typing with Nicopter’s name. What color is your background?
Nicopter: Green. But I saw my reflection and was wearin’ yellow in a yellow room. So probably yellow.
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cripesalmighty: Well that is just a wacky festival of different stuff all at once I guess!
cripesalmighty: How can you see your reflection but like, not look down at your hands and body and everything?
cripesalmighty: I can run through all the yellow rooms just to check really quick I guess!
YUPPERS: ON IT, no need to STOMP IT.
YUPPERS: save those LEG RESTS.
cripesalmighty: Thanks, yuppers.
Nicopter: Oh, come to think of it, would your typing quirks have anything to do with the Heroes?
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Crast Pactian: like numbers said, most of the heroes did have particular mannerisms in their speech.
Crast Pactian: and text.
Crast Pactian: but i don’t believe that that was an influence on what we’ve chosen to do with our styles since getting here.
tiptopGipgop: I was a complete and total hero fanatic back way before they actually got into their session.
tiptopGipgop: So when they saved us, I freaked out some, I guess. My terminal had a name prompt, and I’d never gotten to have a username, so I chose to use the same format as all of their usernames.
tiptopGipgop: All in this chatroom have vowed to forget about the days when I, myself, imitated a typing quirk to try and seem hip.
cripesalmighty: My lips are sealed, TG!!
cripesalmighty: Zack you have no idea it was the funniest goddamn thing in the world she was absurd.
tiptopGipgop: ZIP.
Hunk Chudfest: i menae afiu gieuss i got a yptiny quik rbut i wish i coudld type normal like ev eryone else
Hunk Chudfest: im an uncinteingleabel mess mostnfe the time :(
YUPPERS: oh, THIS?
YUPPERS: this mannerism of TYPING you speak of?
YUPPERS: certainly ADOPTED
YUPPERS: or INSPIRED
YUPPERS: the traditional ADVENTURING MANUAL TYPESET which HIGHLIGHTS IMPORTANT PHRASES
YUPPERS: even CRIPES does such a thing
cripesalmighty: I’ve kinda been conditioned into it.
cripesalmighty: GREEN TEAM. YELLOW TEAM. MOCHA ENDING. INHABITANT. PAWN.
cripesalmighty: Cripes!! Those are just words that have to be all-capitalized for me for some reason.
tiptopGipgop: Well, of course you have to fully capitalize MOCHA ENDING.
tiptopGipgop: Even I do that.
cripesalmighty: Obviously, it’s the name of an actual super scary god.
EXA: like a twizzt of electricity to wake yu up.
EXA: big words means shouty words.
EXA: zzz-- ZITT
EXA: fzzt.
cripesalmighty: Oh my god we just spammed the chat full of complete bullshit.
Nicopter: Maybe There's Purpose
Nicopter: You Said Your Heroes Played Games
Nicopter: A Correlation.
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Crast Pactian: i have seen your keyboard, numbers, and it still befuddles me how you type so quickly.
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Nicopter: Is It Possible
Nicopter: For You To Take Up Their Roles?
Nicopter: You Play Games Also.
cripesalmighty: That would be so neat and sick!
cripesalmighty: Admittedly, um
cripesalmighty: They had a game world built just for them, that we were a part of. Pretty sure that with the MOCHA ENDING it all went away.
tiptopGipgop: I suppose that doesn’t rule out completing it far away anyhow.
tiptopGipgop: But I would question exactly how you are supposed to start such a thing.
EXA: push start
EXA: in the video
EXA: device.
EXA: HAIKOO
cripesalmighty: Yeah, but what video device?!?!!
YUPPERS: i have ATTEMPTED a NEEDSPENSE of the necessary DISK.
YUPPERS: according to the HERO DEFINITION.
YUPPERS: SEEMS WE DO NOT NEED IT ENOUGH.
tiptopGipgop: I always thought it would be very cool to be a hero.
tiptopGipgop: But we are… I don’t know.
tiptopGipgop: It seems to me we’re better suited outside of a fight, in some ways. Since dying and seeing half my friends reach an unfortunate end by their own hands, I haven’t really felt the compulsion to fight back.
tiptopGipgop: Well, I have, but it’s quickly doused with thoughts like ‘why would violence solve this problem?’ and ‘is there another way?’
Crast Pactian: i’ve done well, i see.
cripesalmighty: Okay, so.
cripesalmighty: I mean
cripesalmighty: TG can I say this?
tiptopGipgop: Is it the… light… that entire thing?
cripesalmighty: Yes, yes yes
tiptopGipgop: Dance around my part to play in this mess.
cripesalmighty: OK, so, pre-hero arrival, me and TG totally mapped up what we would be if we were heroes. I even drew myself a big gleaming sword made of light! (My fighting method would be with light of any kind because that’s how goddamn rad I would be.)
cripesalmighty: So I would be the FIGHTER of LIGHT!
cripesalmighty: I don’t think that’s even a thing but I definitely wanted to be it.
EXA: what did you obtain
EXA: original art of your herosona
cripesalmighty: Yep!
EXA: oh
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tiptopGipgop: Well, excited about heroshit as I might be, once I realized how much I was obsessing over it, I finally had the compulsion to stop.
tiptopGipgop: There’s a lot more value in just trying to become my own person.
Crast Pactian: to get back to your original question, zack,
Crast Pactian: since we have rambled for at least 40 posts now,
Crast Pactian: while we are a bunch of rambunctious folks with many big ideas and things to talk about
Crast Pactian: i question whether we are hero ‘material’, so to speak
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Nicopter: Could Use A Crash Course
Nicopter: In Terminal Functions, Please
Nicopter: If It's No Bother
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cripesalmighty: Yeah, the chirality button!
cripesalmighty: That’s how it is on green terminals anyway. My keyboard has two chirality toggles instead of a single button so I have to press them at the same time to go back to the viewfinder.
Nicopter: Keyboard?
Crast Pactian: whatever you are typing with.
Crast Pactian: if you do manage to make it into the viewfinder, you should report back by hitting chatlog immediately.

Chatlog
Nicopter: Morning.
cripesalmighty: Morning, Nic!
cripesalmighty: Cripes I’m nervous. Holy hell it feels like a million stomachs are attacking my butterflies inside of my heart cavity.
Nicopter: Yeah, me too.
Nicopter: Honestly, it’s also kinda relieving to finally be leaving.
Nicopter: Or close enough to it, right? Close enough.
cripesalmighty: Close enough.
Nicopter: You checked our folks at all yet?
cripesalmighty: Oh CRIPES no I haven’t. I couldn’t stand to, I guess, knowing we’d just be gone anyway.
cripesalmighty: It just feels like more stuff to be depressed about.
Nicopter: Well, Cripes beware, I gave it a quick look-see.
Nicopter: Yuppers was wakin’ everyone up. Cripes got pretty upset, it looked like.
cripesalmighty: Oh, she would!!
Nicopter: Levyyts stayed up all night practicing on an empty game and it seems like Exa was still writing her guide.
Nicopter: Crast was walking to his room with groceries and getting sidetracked with the chat, I think, um…
Nicopter: Y’know, eheh-- generally just business’s usual.
cripesalmighty: Augh.
cripesalmighty: They are such an adorable bunch of people.
cripesalmighty: I guess it makes it easier knowing at least today is gonna keep being normal for them.
Nicopter: Hey, Cripes?
cripesalmighty: Yeppers?
Nicopter: Right before I was gonna message you earlier, a needspenser spat out something by me.
cripesalmighty: All on its own? What, like, a weapon?
Nicopter: I don’t know exactly, but-- I think it’s called an INPUT AGGREGATOR.
Nicopter: I plugged it into my terminal.
cripesalmighty: Holy shit don’t tell me you tampered with anything they might be in danger
Nicopter: No!
Nicopter: No, I swear I din’ do a thing to our folks!
Nicopter: I just knew that I NEEDED the aggregator thing, and that whatever it is, it appeared out of need.
cripesalmighty: You know how much it freaks me out to be within a foot of my terminal, Nic. Where did you even plug stuff in?
Nicopter: There’s some outlets in the back.
cripesalmighty: ...man.
cripesalmighty: I guess maybe it’s for the better.
cripesalmighty: Maybe it will do terrible shit to our folks, but maybe it’ll just do a better job than us?
cripesalmighty: I mean, despite this being the worst world imaginable
cripesalmighty: If you NEED something, you NEED it.
cripesalmighty: Can’t lie about that, heroes.
Nicopter: That’s my reasoning, s’pose.
Nicopter: I made the assumption it’d be gettin’ input from somewhere, maybe some automated function, but either way I figured it’d be good to put some info in.
Nicopter: Just a little note in the file the aggregator came with.
cripesalmighty: Are we gonna leave, still? We could stay a little longer and wait to see what it does.
Nicopter: Cripes, ah… naw.
Nicopter: I think it’s now or never.
cripesalmighty: Alright.
Nicopter: I’ll meet you at the hole-in-the-wall, OK?
cripesalmighty: Love ya, Nic.
Nicopter: Aw, hush, we’re going to be together in literally two minutes. Maybe more if I hobble real, real slow...
cripesalmighty: Right, right! Okay! Just a sec

Doculog (bestmoments.clg)
cripesalmighty: Almighty cripes!!!

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Nicopter: All you gotta do is not walk out of the big hole in the side of the hallway.
YUPPERS: why must you present IMPOSSIBLE TASKS

cripesalmighty: I mean
cripesalmighty: I researched all the different claps and spects I guess
cripesalmighty: And I mean Fighter of Light is not on there
cripesalmighty: So I guess it’s kind of a dumb thing.
Nicopter has sent file FIGHTER-OF-LIGHT.cig
cripesalmighty: OH MY GOD

tiptopGipgop: I’d love to be on your best moments list, but I don’t think I’m that funny.
Nicopter: You’re gettin’ on for free, then!
tiptopGipgop: ...woo?

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Crast Pactian: good morning, numbers!

YUPPERS: PARDON UP MISSY, REALITY IS A LIE AND YOU DON’T SEE ME WRITING A BLOG ABOUT IT! ANYMORE!

Levyyts: I’m not distracted easily
Levyyts: Oh hey brb

zildch: count me outta the festivities
zildch: gotta go fax somethin to corporate
tiptopGipgop: What

Nicopter: Headcount. How many people are going to stop playing their games?
cripesalmighty: Me!
Crast Pactian: well, i can’t stop what i haven’t started.
zildch: eh
Grox-a: CAN’t TAke The Wind out of my Sails
Hunk Chudfest: nnnhope
Tars Mossburg: "Uhrm… ah… s'pose maybe someday...? Sorry."
tiptopGipgop: Nic’s army was growing at an alarming rate, with almost (almost) three backers by the year mark! Wow, wow, astounding.
Nicopter: Can’t say I din’ try.

Doculog (Nic_The_Worst.clg)
Hi. This is Nic the Worst. I figure that’s what you’ll call me after I drop these big ol’ bombshells on your collective minds.

Me and Cripes kept your world alive even though everybody else stopped caring about you. They’re all gone now. It’s been a long time and I decided to resume your session after years and years of pause, after so long workin’ out this plan.

We’re about to try an’ leave. Well, she thinks that, I guess. When you get this document, Inhabitants, hopefully the INPUT AGGREGATOR activated and is givin’ you orders. Or, at least, suggestions-- guess it depends on what they choose to do.

Either way, listen to it, alright? It’s your only hope at this point. It’s everyone’s only hope. If me an’ Cripes die in vain, we’ll be stuck in this dimension for centuries, reliving the same mistakes and the same hell.

Escape.

Ascend.

Save us from all being erased.

- Nicopter

//DON’T FORGET TO SEND THIS BEFORE YOU LEAVE, NIC