CHIRAL: SIDE Y

> I order myself to run those programs with domesticated abandon?
> I audibly growl

Chat
> We see everything as moving pictures

Shellgowrath to Levyyts privately
> LIFE IS PAIN. I HATE
> Would you kindly write the following in a piece of paper using a pen and ask Tipsy to rip it in half please?
Haidzruno runu, falahak haidera, ginnarunaz. Arageu haeramalausz uti az. Weladaude, sa'z þat barutz. Uþarba spa.
> I am asking politely

You run neat-hack.cpg.







You are now running neat-hack.cpg.

INPUT AGGREGATOR: neat shit

Privatelog (Levyyts)Show

Shellgowrath: LIFE IS PAIN. I HATE
Shellgowrath: Would you kindly write the following in a piece of paper using a pen and ask Tipsy to rip it in half please?
Shellgowrath: Haidzruno runu, falahak haidera, ginnarunaz. Arageu haeramalausz uti az. Weladaude, sa'z þat barutz. Uþarba spa.
Shellgowrath: I am asking politely
Levyyts: Certainly
Levyyts: For additional favors
Levyyts: Ha.

Meanwhile...

ChatlogShow

1234567890: 0h r16h7 1 6u355
1234567890: “c0mp13x 24ck” k1nd4 1mp1135 w3r3 n07 c0mp13x
Crast Pactian: well, we are very complex! but we don’t have a complex.
YUPPERS: you are FULLY VETTED to SPEAK FOR YOURSELF
YUPPERS: but i can imagine SUCH A WORD
YUPPERS: being UTILIZED for MANY OF US.
EXA: i’ve gott some kind ffof deal deal deal
EXA: make mee… non comfiii
EXA: with non-quad non-tri
EXA: is-that-a-comp lex
Crast Pactian: it is a personal preference without a doubt.
tiptopGipgop: Honestly, it’s kinda fun finding all the little triplets and quadruplets in your typing, if a little weird.
tiptopGipgop: No offense, Numbers, but it’d be a lot more enjoyable to read your stuff if you hid puzzles in it or something.
1234567890: 1 ju57 54v3d 74r5 fr0m d91n6 4nd 1 d0n7 3v3n 637 4n9 7h4nk5
1234567890: n07 7h47 1 p4r71cu14r19 n33d 17 8u7 c0m3 0n
1234567890: n07 3v3n cr1p35 0r 5h31160wr47h w45 11k3 “Great job Numbers you did it!”
1234567890: :/
cripesalmighty: Thank you!! I mean shit, just
cripeslamighty: I didn’t really understand that that was what you were saying before, sorry.
cripesalmighty: Thank you, Numbers, for saving Tars’ life.
Shellgowrath: We see everything as moving pictures
1234567890: 175 0k49 cr1p35 7h4nk5 f0r 7h4nk1n6 m3
tiptopGipgop: Normal sight is just moving pictures, for what it’s worth, VZ.
Hunk Chudfest: bbabkcck,
Hunk Chudfest: nttired nappging tbu had bad dreamsa bbotut moere exlpsosions
Crast Pactian: that’s terrible!
Hunk Chudfest; i jknnow
Hunk Chudfest; imd neover gottnta sleep everr :(( :((
tiptopGipgop: Thank you, Numbers.
1234567890: 17 700k 90u 7h47 10n6 70 r34d?

You listen in on the local Chatlog.

While taking a somewhat calm and reserved stroll down the RED/GREEN PRIMARY HALLWAY, you spot the NEED DISPENSER to your right, and Tipsy stops for a second.

"Want to print anything out while we're here?"

You cock your head. "Last thing I accidentally needspensed was a genuine goddamn grenade and it blew up in everyone's faces. Why would I possibly wanna do that again?"

She shrugs, chuckling. "I don't mean just whatever. I just-- well, I realized a few minutes ago, that if the barracks in the game correspond to Need Dispensers, then there's all kinds of wacky stuff we haven't even tried to dispense up here."

"Yuptam would have found basically everything by now!"

"No, but you see," Tipsy says, shaking her head, "I know off the bat that there's a huge ITEM COMBINATOR you can build out of need-dispenserable sections. And Yuptam hasn't relayed info about even one of them popping out. It's incredibly tough to do in the game, but you can do it."

You glance at the NEED DISPENSER. "How, though?"

She takes a breath. "The orders I give are gibberish. I never told you, Gene, but I worked out an order shorthand."

"What?"

"What I mean is, I only needed a couple letters to tell my pawns to do something-- so when it comes to how I made them activate this thing and give them ITEM COMBINATOR parts, I'm just as befuddled. It was just a neat trick I learned how to do."

Well, that's woefully inconvenient. You groan. "So... we can't do that."

"No, but--" Tipsy leans on the machine for a second. "We know it's possible! And the same rules apply as always-- it dispenses what you NEED, which is usually what will keep you from imminent death or imminent misery. So we just need to manipulate ourselves to be in a position where the parts for an ITEM COMBINATOR are needed."

"God these things are convoluted," you mutter. "Okay, where do we start?"

She offers a hand forth, motioning to you. "Got any ideas?"