CHIRAL: SIDE Y

Cripes ChatShow

>Private Chat To Cripes
>Seven Syllables Wasted
I Do Deserve That

ChatShow

Apologies For
Haiku. I Sent Them Before
The Shit Hit The Fan

ScatterbrainZack
> It appears that Cripes and Hunk have landed upon another nickel-computer?

I want to be inside of the critter and control it
Swallow

Shellgowrath to Levyyts
> You people are necessary for the success of the purpose I was made for
> Any extermination would make saving people from being erased impossible
> What reason would I have to harm such cute beings such as yourselves?
> Would you kindly state yes or no?

Shellgowrath chat to everyone
> Don't worry, be happy
> It won't do anything to any of us since the nickel is made to be immune to space rocks and is literally indestructible
> Failure is an option

Chat to Cripes
> You have summoned Cool Zack or maybe myself
> Ignore the fact that you may have caught the attention of an elderly god
> You have my curse of infinite plotting armor

You message Levyyts.

Privatelog (Levyyts)Show

Shellgowrath: You people are necessary for the success of the purpose I was made for
Shellgowrath: Any extermination would make saving people from being erased impossible
Shellgowrath: What reason would I have to harm such cute beings such as yourselves?
Shellgowrath: Would you kindly state yes or no?
Levyyts: You were made for no purpose
Levyyts: You are an outsider
Levyyts: Born of whatever are your mechanisms
Levyyts: Independent of INPUT AGGREGATOR
Levyyts: Only coincidence you confront us
Levyyts: You do not require us
Levyyts has sent file audio-recorder.cpg
Levyyts: So I aim to appease you

...



"Are you alright?" you rasp out to Dinkalsen.

He slowly groans. In a moment, you offer him a hand, still struggling to stand yourself. All of your body hurts. But he's bleeding-- even if it's only a few cuts on his backside, it's enough to worry about. He takes the hand and brings himself upright slowly. "OK," he mutters.

You frown widely. "You don't look great."

"It's OK. Shallow cuts, Ms. Mâché, I'll... be okay. Not joking."

"Alright," you say, swallowing, "I think we should look around."

ChatlogShow

Shellgowrath: Don't worry, be happy
Shellgowrath: It won't do anything to any of us since the nickel is made to be immune to space rocks and is literally indestructible
1234567890: wh47
tiptopGipgop: Are you talking about the nickel in the Void?
tiptopGipgop: The one moving at near-light speed?
Shellgowrath: Failure is an option
Crast Pactian: i don’t believe that.
ScatterbrainZack: It appears that Cripes and Hunk have landed upon another nickel-computer?
tiptopGipgop: Holy shit, really?
tiptopGipgop: Cripes, are you there?
tiptopGipgop: Hunk?
1234567890: hunk?? m4n p13453 d0n7 b3 d34d 317h3r 0f 90u
Zack: Apologies For
Zack: Haiku. I Sent Them Before
Zack: The Shit Hit The Fan
YUPPERS: yes. the DELAYED INPUTS.
YUPPERS: they seem EXTREMELY UNFORTUNATE
YUPPERS: and often POORLY TIMED.
EXA: XXX zzzz zee
cripesalmighty: We’re alive.
cripesalmighty: Both of us are alive and okay. Hunk’s bleeding some but he says it’s nothing life-threatening.
cripesalmighty: We’re gonna check out this massive piece of shit we landed on.
: DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN
: FALL TO ME PLEASE
: NEED NEED NEED NEED NEED

Dinkalsen pipes up as you exit. "It feels like walking on metal."

"I think it's a Nickel," you muse. "Like what we're in, but... we're obviously not in this one."

"Shadow on a wall," he says. "Fake projection? Plato..."

"Maybe."

You hear something weird from behind you. As you glance, you spot nothing, and continue walking, shuddering, uncertain.

Privatelog (Zack)Show

Zack: I Do Deserve That
cripesalmighty: ghn
cripesalmighty: not you.
cripesalmighty: You’re alright. Sorry.
cripesalmighty: I just can’t believe what just fucking happened.
cripesalmighty: I can’t believe I’m down HERE in this fucking MYSTERY PALACE on top of a GIANT BLUE NICKEL!!
cripesalmighty: ALMOST DIED AND SOME WEIRD SHIT IS HAPPENING IN MY HEAD
cripesalmighty: And Cool Zack is responsible for that, so you can guess I’m kind of fucking upset!!!
: STEP FURTHER
: I WANT YOU PART OF ME
: ALREADY GET PIPE. NEED MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE

"What's the number?" he asks.

"I think it has to do with the number of people we need to ASCEND," you reply. "That's what some Zack said, at least. Maybe this is where we're supposed to do it."

Dinkalsen coughs weakly. "Fifty three... out of... we've fifty two."

For a moment, you grin, incredulous. "It's a real bullshit carnival, huh."

You spot a TERMINAL.