RE: CHIRAL: SIDE Y
11-09-2017, 01:02 AM
(11-08-2017, 06:57 PM)AScWCC Wrote: »Not sure if anyone told IA to keep compulsive orders off yet, but Input Aggregator / Complex Zack, keep compulsive orders off. Also. Can we command IA? If I told them to delay a minimum of 1 second between sending each of their messages would they have to comply? IA, do that, if only out of respect to our fine carapacian friends. They're in as existentially troubling a position as you, being some lines of code or whatever, so have some empathy.
>Quiet Zack: Maybe one of yall can needspense something to use as a bridge to get over the gap? The pickaxe idea might be safer than that.
(11-08-2017, 03:49 PM)Angustine Wrote: »Shellgowrath
I would like to attempt at manifesting myself again since only those who try the absurd can achieve the impossible!
And to my dear father-figure, Tars Will stay as a pawn and any vetoes that are made will be burned, maimed, brutalized, murdered and removed automatically
Shellgowrath
> God Zack is our father-figure and we should never argue with our father-figure because the father-figure always knows what is best for us
> Tars being a pawn is final and any attempts at changing this will be perpetually denied regardless of any protests
> Stop showing such shameful disrespect for our father-figure or else I Will claw your faces out and pour salt on the wounds
> Also I am terribly sorry for that noise and what possible discomfort it may have caused to you Numbers
> That was me attempting to manifest into the "physical" world and it proved to be quite impossible
> We are the many and I still look like glowing, writhing psychedelic tentacles
> Is it possible for me to send an image of myself for you all to see and ridicule?
> Gene you are welcome and Tipsy please belittle me more!
(11-08-2017, 03:32 PM)Vic Wrote: »Scatterbrainzack
> I told you not to eat the boom fruit
> King Bob-omb is on his way
> JK
> Cripes may be injured
> Tars too
> You guys have to get to them
> I think Cripes can't hear anymore
> I'm hoping it's not permanent
> If it is, she'll need hearing aids
(11-08-2017, 10:46 AM)Arcanuse Wrote: »CoolZack
>That... Sort of went a lot better than expected.
>Nobodies dead, although Cripes won't be hearing anything for a while.
>Might have a few burns from being so close to the blast.
>Can't tell what state Tars is in other than alive.
>And now there's a big hole in the floor.
>Up till now, I just assumed that couldn't happen.
>Since checking the maps earlier a few other places look like the walls were taken down, I thought explosives were used to do that.
>Yet there it is, a big ol hole in the ground.
>If anyone has a free minute, finding a pickaxe or something to get tars out of the room without having to go over the hole would be nice.
(11-08-2017, 10:10 AM)Lordlyhour Wrote: »The Grenade Has Gone Off
You Now Won't Be Exploded
By Being Too Close
Please Check On Y1
They Were Super Close To It
And There's Now A Hole
A Very Large One
Preventing Access To Tars
And Cripes Has Gone Deaf
Y1s In The Room
North Of Tar's Cell. Cripes, Redward
Of Red/Green Needbox
Your INPUT AGGREGATOR whirrs happily as it gets five INPUTS within a single UPDATE, whatever the hell that means.
(11-08-2017, 03:32 PM)Vic Wrote: »Scatterbrainzack
> I told you not to eat the boom fruit
> King Bob-omb is on his way
> JK
> Cripes may be injured
> Tars too
> You guys have to get to them
> I think Cripes can't hear anymore
> I'm hoping it's not permanent
> If it is, she'll need hearing aids
Gene
>Look into the hole
You step uneasily toward the gap. To your left, you spot Mulligan's cell, blasted open wide, and you can catch a faint glimpse of him-- against a wall. In front of you is Oats again, username 1234567890, who is staring at you with immense fury, shouting at the top of his lungs.
You think.
You still can't make out the words.
Standing is hard, your ears are ringing like a pair of church bells, and you don't have a strong grasp on what you're looking at, half the time. But you manage to keep stable as you try and listen to your EARPIECE-- to little avail. You try apologizing to Oats, but he's off in an instant for some reason.
You weakly start to lean over to look at the hole in the floor.
The strange shape curls on forever, and outward infinitely, a distance incomprehensibly far away.