CHIRAL: SIDE Y

Zack
> Shellgowrath seems here to stay
> Regretfully
> So how are we going to fix Tars?
> What do I have to do?
> Sorry that Shellgowrath freaked you out, Cripes.
> I know a few of your names, through what mechanisms I obtained them I do not understand in the slightest.
> To list the few I know; Geneviève Mâché, Oats Carnation Oh.D., and Queue C. Coffee.

Zack
> Nothing about I Shellgowrath is regrettable and I assure you all of that
> The control of the mind is subtle and Gene really didn't scream on his own accord
> This pleases me
> tiptopGipgop I would like to inform that your insulting pleasures me and I would like if you could continue
> I believe that we should mobilize our pawns and since we need a 53rd I will play the game of life with y'all wich is a definite possibility and could lead to s very large amount of fun!
> After I finish I won't need to kill myself since I am already dead
> I require the knowledge of your genders and those that don't inform me shall automatically be referred with female pronouns
> Hunky Your worst enemy is the fabled hungover and in order to destroy The hungover you need banana icecream with honey
> That is it's weakness
> We seem to be stuck making unnecessarily long plans and not putting any of them in action and such thing is a problematic problem
> Any form of compromise is treason. Treason IS punished by death
> This is my personality and it's necessary for you all to deal with it
> My physical body is flat and colorfully garish with a shifting and glowing ammount of tentacles changing place
> Numbers I wish I could just eat you
> Taking a large bite out of you
> And frying your body in boiling holy blood
> The Zack with a god complex is The input aggregator and is just a little Artificial Intelligence of unprecedented beuty and elegance

INPUT AGGREGATOR: man you're bein kind
INPUT AGGREGATOR: too bad im literally incapable of feelin any sort of praise or admiration from you its basically hard-wired to be a non-available dealio

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Zack: Shellgowrath seems here to stay
Zack: Regretfully
tiptopGipgop: I’d suggest very literally hitting them in the face, but that probably counts as a threat.
Crast Pactian: indeed it does!
Crast Pactian: let us all limit our face-punching initiative today.
Zack: So how are we going to fix Tars?
Zack: What do I have to do?
Levyyts: A navigation
Levyyts: A chirality swap, | (Red)
EXA: you gotta splore the options zone…
EXA: expo gopo gorp
EXA: (change your background
EXA: to something rad)
tiptopGipgop: Yeah. Swap your Chirality to |, I guess, and then type- EXACTLY- the command that resets all actions. Anything else will parse as just another order and probably mess Tars up even worse than normal.
Zack: Sorry that Shellgowrath freaked you out, Cripes.
cripesalmighty: It’s alright. I’m alright. It’s gonna be alright.
Zack: I know a few of your names, through what mechanisms I obtained them I do not understand in the slightest.
Zack: To list the few I know; Geneviève Mâché, Oats Carnation Ph.D., and Queue C. Coffee.
Hunk Chudfest: mhhjjjn,,rulebrek
Crast Pactian: that’s fine, hunk.
Crast Pactian: typically we have a rule not to use real names in this chatroom. you know what they say about the net inter! don’t ever put your real name or fake phone number online.
tiptopGipgop: Yep.
tiptopGipgop: Well, it’s absolutely mystifying as to how you actually got those names, then. Maybe more of those bonkers “sight” abilities you have?
cripesalmighty: At least this is a good opportunity to check out Crast’s rad-ass name again!! God look at that thing it is just beautiful.
Crast Pactian: and, unfortunately, totally incriminating for the safety of our chat room.
1234567890: 1 7h1nk 90ur3 810w1n6 17 0u7 0f pr0p0r710n
1234567890: w417
1234567890: 5h31160wr47h kn0w5 m9 n4m3
1234567890: :d
Zack: Nothing about I Shellgowrath is regrettable and I assure you all of that
cripesalmighty: Except your stupid dumb face which is extremely regrettable!!
Zack: The control of the mind is subtle and Gene really didn't scream on his own accord
cripesalmighty: HOLY CRIPES ALMIGHTY I’M A LADY.
Zack: This pleases me
cripesalmighty: YOU ARE THE WORST.
Zack: tiptopGipgop I would like to inform that your insulting pleasures me and I would like if you could continue
tiptopGipgop: Some part of me wants to cease, to not fulfill your genuinely sick fantasy, but I’ll hold off from holding off for now.
tiptopGipgop: You are, as Cripes so eloquently described, the worst. Of the Zacks, at least. That we’ve met.
Zack: I believe that we should mobilize our pawns and since we need a 53rd I will play the game of life with y'all wich is a definite possibility and could lead to s very large amount of fun!
Zack: After I finish I won't need to kill myself since I am already dead
Crast Pactian: is that even a possibility?
Crast Pactian: perhaps you will serve as the 53rd player, but i am unsure how those other sessions acquired more players, then.
Zack: I require the knowledge of your genders and those that don't inform me shall automatically be referred with female pronouns
cripesalmighty: But you didn’t know mine and apparently decided to call me a dude?!!?!
1234567890: 1m 4 m4n 1f 7h475 0k49
Crast Pactian: me, as well as YUPPERS, Nicopter, 1234567890, and Hunk, are carapacians of the male variety. the remainder are either dead or female.
Zack: Hunky Your worst enemy is the fabled hungover and in order to destroy The hungover you need banana icecream with honey
Zack: That is its weakness
Hunk Chudfest: tththe needpsneders tjtujst throgw ater at me
Hunk Chudfest: sos smcch waterrr :(
Zack: We seem to be stuck making unnecessarily long plans and not putting any of them in action and such thing is a problematic problem
tiptopGipgop: Okay, granted, that is pretty reasonable. We tend to take a lot of time doing simple tasks.
Zack: Any form of compromise is treason. Treason IS punished by death
tiptopGipgop: That, on the other hand, is not reasonable.
Zack: This is my personality and it's necessary for you all to deal with it
cripesalmighty: I mean, until we find a way to totally get rid of you, Violent Zack! You are a complete goddamn STAIN on the Zack name.
Zack: My physical body is flat and colorfully garish with a shifting and glowing ammount of tentacles changing place
1234567890: w04h r34119?
1234567890: 7h475 k1nd4 4w350m3 70 7311 7h3 7ru7h
Zack: Numbers I wish I could just eat you
Zack: Taking a large bite out of you
Zack: And frying your body in boiling holy blood
1234567890: :////
Crast Pactian: no threats!
Zack: The Zack with a god complex is The input aggregator and is just a little Artificial Intelligence of unprecedented beuty and elegance
YUPPERS: finally. an ANSWER to that MYSTICAL QUESTION
YUPPERS: of which ZACK happened to be the MOUTHPIECE
YUPPERS: for this LOUD, OFF-TUNE TRUMPET
YUPPERS: DINSTUGINGTS.
YUPPERS: i don’t like GOD ZACK particularly MUCH, though the LONG TEXT POSTS have some INHERENT INTRIGUE.
EXA: god zack (3 4 ) ) is a dream
EXA: per fect
EXA: yiss sss
EXA: zzz…
Hunk Chudfest: godsdzack is tttoo loud
Hunk Chudfest: sheglgrogwrath is scary: (
tiptopGipgop: It would take a great load off of everyone’s backs, Zack, if you could make the first big leap towards progress in this absolute mess, and fix Tars.
tiptopGipgop: That goes for you, too, Violent Zack, and God Zack. I suppose there’s no inherent reason we can’t work with you, and all further our goals together.

Gene
> Everything is going to be alright
> Compose yourself
> Break the Hug
> Visit Levyyts

Weak, but not without a little oomph left in your body, you break the hug slowly, back up, and pick up the grenade, stuffing it into one of your handy INVISIBLE AUTHOR-DOESN'T-HAVE-TO-DRAW-IT POCKETS. After all, it was NEEDSPENSED to you out of the blue. It's just courtesy.


Queue looks at you with a wavering glance. "Are you headed back to your room now, perhaps?"

You shake your head. "No, um... no, I was gonna head over and talk to some people on the green end."

"Certainly the messenger can do a decent job of that."

"Well," you chuckle weakly, "not all of them love talking over text."

He nods, with a slight but unmistakable grin, and bids you off. You begin taking the hike through the hallways.



One boring passage down.



Oh, boy. Here's one of your pals' INCREDIBLY LOW-RES UNIDENTIFIABLE GARBAGE DUMPS. The loud one. The one whose username is YUPPERS?? He's left this here with a note that he "WILL CLEAN", but of course it's complete bullhock. Instead, Oats Carnation will come over in some hours, pick up the various knick-knacks, and fiddle with them in his room.

This has been the unspoken agreement for literally months. It is slightly ridiculous.

As you turn to your right, heading into the RED TEAM'S quadrant, you spot a cell.



God he gives you the creeps, the real heebie-jeebies. It's not that he was anything but a lovely flowery person in life, it's the fact that if the bars weren't there, his large form would be tearing you limb from limb. For now, all he does is give you the thousand-yard stare.

His username was Tars Mossburg, but you recall his real name to be... to be... to be... uh... um... oh cripes don't forget this one he will judge you even harder with those murder eyes.