CHIRAL: SIDE Y

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.

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!

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

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.

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.

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Zack: The Grenade Has Gone Off
Zack: You Now Won't Be Exploded
Zack: By Being Too Close
1234567890: WH9 7H3 H311 15 4N9 0F 7H15 H4PP3N1N6
Levyyts: Mania
Levyyts: That was very loud
Hunk Chudfest: ;( ;( ;( ;( ;(
Zack: Please Check On Y1
Zack: They Were Super Close To It
Zack: And There's Now A Hole
1234567890: 1M 414V3 90U KN0W 84R319
Zack: A Very Large One
Zack: Preventing Access To Tars
Zack: And Cripes Has Gone Deaf
tiptopGipgop: Oh no.
Hunk Chudfest: sshee’s lcuky
YUPPERS: i will deal MEDICAL ATTENTION for her EAR BALLS
YUPPERS: as with NUMBERS, my MEDICAL SKILLS are through the ROOF
YUPPERS: though in this TRYING TIME
YUPPERS: his are through the FLOOR
Levyyts: He has a real college degree
YUPPERS: yes, one that YOU AWARDED
Levyyts: Good standards were used
Zack: Y1s In The Room
Zack: North Of Tars’ Cell. Cripes, Redward
Zack: Of Red/Green Needbox
1234567890: WH47??!!!?
cripesalmighty: WHAT?
Crast Pactian: oh, thank goodness you’re alright.
cripesalmighty WHAT??!!
1234567890: 1 C4N7 H34R 90U
cripesalmighty: WHAT!!?
YUPPERS: well this is INTERESTING.
YUPPERS: a QUIET and LACKING conversation
CoolZack: That... sort of went a lot better than expected.
tiptopGipgop: In what possible way, might I ask?
CoolZack: Nobodies dead, although Cripes won't be hearing anything for a while.
CoolZack: Might have a few burns from being so close to the blast.
tiptopGipgop: I’ve got my eyes on her right now. She looks alright, if a little completely terrified.
CoolZack: Can't tell what state Tars is in other than alive.
CoolZack: And now there's a big hole in the floor.
1234567890: WH47 7H3 H311 15 W17H 7H15 F100R
CoolZack: Up till now, I just assumed that couldn't happen.
1234567890: 1 n33d 70 637 70 74r5 1 n33d 70 637 70 74r5
CoolZack: Since checking the maps earlier a few other places look like the walls were taken down, I thought explosives were used to do that.
Crast Pactian: we have not, in my memory, used explosives in the past.
Crast Pactian: aside from in the games, of course.
CoolZack: Yet there it is, a big ol hole in the ground.
tiptopGipgop: That’s how explosives work in the game, too. They’re huge, and there’s a hole left over.
tiptopGipgop: Any unit that falls down is usually in limbo for a long time. They don’t die, but unless the’ve got a method to get back up, they’ll be down there until you order them to kill themselves or something.
Hunk Chudfest: thtats alls osurnds rreally awful beaucsepo eof the fact werarle realizizin git’s reall people now
CoolZack: 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.
1234567890: d1d 90u 549 p1ck53x?
tiptopGipgop: He said pickaxe! Pickaxe. Pickaxe, Numbers. Don’t you have one of those?
1234567890: 935 0K P1CK4X3 OK
1234567890: 7311 74R5 1M C0M1N6 F0R H1M
YUPPERS: you are GROSSLY OVERREACTING
YUPPERS: though i can SYMPATHIZE
YUPPERS: SEEING AS
YUPPERS: i am also DOCTORAL
Levyyts: Can’t make yourself doctoral by yelling
Scatterbrainzack: I told you not to eat the boom fruit
Scatterbrainzack: King Bob-omb is on his way
1234567890: HU46H
Scatterbrainzack: JK
Scatterbrainzack: Cripes may be injured
Scatterbrainzack: Tars too
tiptopGipgop: They both probably are even if it doesn’t look like it. Yuppers, why don’t you go use your magic and need dispense some healshit, like CoolZack mentioned before it went off.
Scatterbrainzack: You guys have to get to them
Crast Pactian: i don’t know what help i’d realistically be, sadly
Scatterbrainzack: I think Cripes can't hear anymore
Scatterbrainzack: I'm hoping it's not permanent
Scatterbrainzack: If it is, she'll need hearing aids
YUPPERS: well.
YUPPERS: if TRULY i am not wanted
YUPPERS: i could likely NEEDSPENSE such a PAIR.
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
tiptopGipgop: I see. This explains your behavior: father issues.
Hunk Chudfest: mme toto ::)
Shellgowrath: Tars being a pawn is final and any attempts at changing this will be perpetually denied regardless of any protests
cripesalmighty: I CAN’T HEAR WHAT YOU’RE SAYING BUT I KNOW IT’S YOU!!
cripesalmighty: SCREWOFF YOUGUNK!!!!
EXA: i aam term inl’l llinggg
EXA: what does viol zack soun like
EXA: ??? ???? ???
tiptopGipgop: VZ sounds sort of like a dying squid.
Crast Pactian: i’m not certain i know what a squid is
tiptopGipgop: Think about Shellgowrath, but alive and making sounds that are better.
Shellgowrath: Stop showing such shameful disrespect for our father-figure or else I Will claw your faces out and pour salt on the wounds
Hunk Chudfest: i dd ontt thginmky you can hurd eraech other
Shellgowrath: Also I am terribly sorry for that noise and what possible discomfort it may have caused to you Numbers
1234567890: 1 H4V3 N0 1D34 WH47 W0RD5 90U 4R3 U51N6 8U7 M9 UN1V3R541 R35P0N53 15 1 4DM1R3 90UR W31RD 4FF3C710N F0R M3 937 4150 W4N7 90U 70 61V3 M3 4 117713 5P4C3
Shellgowrath: That was me attempting to manifest into the "physical" world and it proved to be quite impossible
Shellgowrath: We are the many and I still look like glowing, writhing psychedelic tentacles
cripesalmighty: AAA
Crast Pactian: that really is quite the form, shellgowrath.
Shellgowrath: Is it possible for me to send an image of myself for you all to see and ridicule?
Crast Pactian: of course! if you can, er, manage to take… a photo of some kind?
Shellgowrath: Gene you are welcome and Tipsy please belittle me more!
tiptopGipgop: I really don’t like fueling your fetish, but you really do deserve the insults, despite what Crast might say. You are pretty insufferable.
cripesalmighty: AAAAA I’M SORRY I BLEW UP THE FLOOR AND MAYBE TARS
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.
1234567890: 934H 1M 63771N6 M9 P1CK4X3
YUPPERS: oh you know
YUPPERS: i could simply GRAB some GARBAGE
YUPPERS: from one of my GARBAGE PILES
YUPPERS: to BRIDGE THE GAP DIAGONAL-WAYS
YUPPERS: and BEAT NUMBERS.
1234567890: GNHTHRHRHGG
1234567890: N0
godzack: well i got info i cant spam my messages anymore either which was really my lil flair bit
godzack: really its like youre breakin your dad is whats going on yknow :x
Hunk Chudfest: yyayy :))
godzack: but yknow shellgo told me some real neat stuff an reminded me yknow i still got that password
godzack: lets just keep that in mind in the future if you need tars all nice an primed
godzack: yknow assuming he aint dead which he probably is lmao
1234567890: 5CR3W 90U!!!

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.