The Edge of Desolation

Alice: Captchalogue "Dickass Jones" sign.



You attempt to do this, but are immediately stopped by your lack of SYLLADEX. Your GRANDMA isn’t rich enough to afford the FANCY THINGS. You make due by picking things up, like a normal human being. But… you’re not going to pick that up. Why is it even on the floor?

Alice: Fondly regard illustration.



Ah yes, the CENTERPIECE of your artistic collection. Art is your other love, BEAUTIFUL PAINTINGS of all sorts tantalizing you. But this… this piece puts all the others to shame. You dare not look away, lest it be gone in an instant, having TRANSCENDED this MORTAL PLANE. The BRUSHWORK is extraordinary, the PALETTE exquisite. You wonder what strange geometries were used to place the elements of the piece, and if it may contain a RATIO even more lovely than gold.

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Yeah this is just a blank WALL. Your GRANDMA threw out the painting that used to reside here, much to your horror. She claimed it was for your own good. You cannot believe her, and know deep down that there must be something she isn’t telling you. If only you could figure out what...

Alice: Give that snow globe a shake.



Your lovely PLUM SNOWGLOBE is a SOUVENIR that your grandmother gave you. It is one of the only two things you own that are more than THREE YEARS old. It snows down gently on a YULETIDE SCENE. Christmas isn’t that far away! Hopefully you’ll be done with your silly game by that point!

Man when is that thing going to arrive anyway? Lousy POSTAL SERVICE.