CHIRAL: SIDE Y

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CoolZack
>Holy... This wasn't how it was supposed to go at all.
>I didn't even know this *could* happen.
>It was supposed to make a wax eye easy as can be, and then i'd tell you how to use the thing as a third eye, having it fly around and...
>oh nevermind. least I can do is finish this mess.
>....

>....

>....

>aaaand done. head probably feels a tiny bit lighter still, but should otherwise feel fine.
>if everything had gone fine and the ritual actually worked right, that would've let you make more of those eyes to pilot around without me directly watching over the process
>as is? I shouldn't need to say it but dont
>im still trying to figure out if something twisted my power into whatever just happened, or if something derailed it entirely and stole the channel for its own purposes
>and for the love of all that's good and holy
>don't draw the symbol again
>The ritual went off rails from the moment
>the string turned into
>a candle
>.........
>and another symbol on top of the first
>shaped like a sodding pipe
>i dont even know

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CoolZack
>Pipes. Pipes here pipes there pipes every-sodding-where.
>Missed the obvious bad signs and thought the ritual started off fine, didn't really need to be glowing, that was just going to be me being a big ham same with most of the effects...
>...And now pipes. How does wax and string make pipes?
>It did make a candle first but then the candle was pipes.
>Then all the alcohol was pipes.
>Then the sodding BACKPACK was pipes.
>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH
>I would have a drink but again
>All the sodding drinks are sodding pipes
>And apparently space has a giant ship lurking over the nickel
>never again
>never again
>future rituals have been binned, don't wanna try again until the sodding PIPES showing up unwanted have been dealt with
the only thing that didn't turn into pipes is the room the floor and a piece of chalk
>And apparently the big ship wants pipes and is malevolent sounding as can be and
>alright
>deep breaths
>deeeeeeeep breaths
>things have stopped being pipes
>the beer throne is a pile of broken bottles and alcohol
>the materials for the ritual are back to normal
>the back pack is fine albeit soaked in alcohol
>ok
>alright
>i need a minute to process all of this
>so... leave any questions you have and i'll try to get to them quickly

Gene
> Shout some accusatory remarks at the void around you
> Shout at the nickel, tell it to be softer and more punchable
> Rage

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CoolZack: Pipes. Pipes here pipes there pipes every-sodding-where.
tiptopGipgop: Are you saying a word there? I still don’t get it. Am I supposed to be seeing something?
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CoolZack: Missed the obvious bad signs and thought the ritual started off fine, didn't really need to be glowing, that was just going to be me being a big ham same with most of the effects...
CoolZack: ...And now pipes. How does wax and string make pipes?
YUPPERS: perhaps you ACCIDENTALLY created TG’s RUMORED COMBINATOR?
tiptopGipgop: That’d be good news, for sure.
Levyyts: Trans-tubes were compound wide
CoolZack: It did make a candle first but then the candle was pipes.
CoolZack: Then all the alcohol was pipes.
CoolZack: Then the sodding BACKPACK was pipes.
YUPPERS: MY BACKPACK!!
CoolZack: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH
CoolZack: I would have a drink but again
CoolZack: All the sodding drinks are sodding pipes
tiptopGipgop: What is the word? What do you mean?
tiptopGipgop: What kind of transportation tube? This isn’t making an ounce of sense.
cripesalmighty: PEE YIPES, TG!!!
cripesalmighty: PYIPKGIS GPLYPJKGG PIIIEEEEES + PEE
cripesalmighty: THE THING YOU USE TO PUNCH FROSTING ONTO CAKES MINUS THE ‘ETTE’
tiptopGipgop: Jesus, Cripes!
tiptopGipgop: Are you alright? What’s with the yelling?
CoolZack: And apparently space has a giant ship lurking over the nickel
tiptopGipgop: Wait, the nickel Cripes is on?
Crast Pactian: giant ship…
Crast Pactian: hum. what is it shaped like?
CoolZack: never again
CoolZack: never again
Crast Pactian: oh, sorry.
YUPPERS: delayed INPUTS, crast. give it some TIME.
CoolZack: future rituals have been binned, don't wanna try again until the sodding PIPES showing up unwanted have been dealt with
CoolZack: the only thing that didn't turn into pipes is the room the floor and a piece of chalk
tiptopGipgop: Oh. I see. Pipes.
tiptopGipgop: OW.
cripesalmighty: STOP SAYING IT YOU SHITFACE FUCKER
godzack: hes on auto inputs duder theres nothing i can do
Crast Pactian: please, cripes, don’t snap at coolzack like that!
Crast Pactian: whatever happened, it is extremely clear he didn’t intend for such to happen!
cripesalmighty: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!!!
CoolZack: And apparently the big ship wants pipes and is malevolent sounding as can be and
tiptopGipgop: The ship wants pipes?
tiptopGipgop: Why do I keep doing that.
Levyyts: Big ship
Levyyts: Interfering with game systems
Levyyts: Seeing all sorts of problems
CoolZack: alright
CoolZack: deep breaths
CoolZack: deeeeeeeep breaths
CoolZack: things have stopped being pipes
YUPPERS: yeah, that was GOOD.
CoolZack: the beer throne is a pile of broken bottles and alcohol
Crast Pactian: :o
Crast Pactian: not the beer throne!
Hunk Chudfest: ::/
Hunk Chudfest: yyeha thebeer throne
CoolZack: the materials for the ritual are back to normal
CoolZack: the back pack is fine albeit soaked in alcohol
YUPPERS: GUH.
CoolZack: ok
CoolZack: alright
CoolZack: i need a minute to process all of this
CoolZack: so... leave any questions you have and i'll try to get to them quickly
tiptopGipgop: Like Crast mentioned, elaborate on that ship whenever you can.
tiptopGipgop: Seems there’s a third party at play here.
Crast Pactian: perhaps it's somebody trying to rescue our nickel from the void!
Crast Pactian: we are going very quickly, after all.
tiptopGipgop: If the nickel's even real.
EXA: god what sss even
EXA: H A P P E N N I N G
EXA: inn here any more hahahaha
: You've given me so little.
: I'm as trapped as you, Carapacian.
: LET ME FORM.

The chatlog only makes you madder.

God, the concept of it all. God, the fact that you're being thrown into it. Why you?! You aren't even sensible leadership by any means, and yet Zack decided YOU should be the big fucking deal here!!

AND IT'S ALL FOR NOUGHT ANYWAY.



"Screw your shit!" you shout. "Fuck whoever decided I should just-- you know, I had goddamn hopes and dreams! I thought I was Geneviève fucking Mâché, I thought somebody gave a shit about me or any of us, but you-- you-- HEROES--"

You squirm, cough, yell.

"YOU MADE US INTO A GODDAMN TWISTED GAME, AND MADE US PLAY IT!"

It hurts.

"Just," you start, "a little bit of a chance of us getting out of here, of us finding someplace nice to live again, that was enough. But that's not even a thing! We're literally lines of code at the bottom of a probably infinite fucking well of more of ourselves! Nobody should, or ever WILL, care that we're in here! AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT FOR MAKING US!"

Your privatelog buzzes.

Privatelog (Zack)Show

CoolZack: Holy... This wasn't how it was supposed to go at all.
CoolZack: I didn't even know this *could* happen.
CoolZack: It was supposed to make a wax eye easy as can be, and then i'd tell you how to use the thing as a third eye, having it fly around and...
CoolZack: oh nevermind. least I can do is finish this mess.
CoolZack: ....
CoolZack: ....
CoolZack: ....
CoolZack: aaaand done. head probably feels a tiny bit lighter still, but should otherwise feel fine.
CoolZack: if everything had gone fine and the ritual actually worked right, that would've let you make more of those eyes to pilot around without me directly watching over the process
CoolZack: as is? I shouldn't need to say it but dont
CoolZack: im still trying to figure out if something twisted my power into whatever just happened, or if something derailed it entirely and stole the channel for its own purposes
CoolZack: and for the love of all that's good and holy
CoolZack: don't draw the symbol again
CoolZack: The ritual went off rails from the moment
CoolZack: the string turned into
CoolZack: a candle
CoolZack: .........
CoolZack: and another symbol on top of the first
CoolZack: shaped like a sodding pipe
CoolZack: i dont even know
: I'LL TAKE YOUR WORDS
: LET THEM BECOME ME
: A SHAPE WORSE THAN THE ONE TAKEN FROM ME
: I AM NOT A SLAVE, CARAPACIAN
: I am not a slave, Carapacian.
: I am lacking of what makes me up, and it is jarring to be so powerless and disconnected.
: But I will not endure this so long as you can give me what I need to be corporeal.
: Do not struggle.

You pause for a second.

"...Cool Zack?"

"I mean, I guess you must be able to hear me. You've all been doing some wacky shit to be able to see into our minds and know our names. You're in my head, somehow, so... yeah."

"You... probably... didn't mean to make all that shit happen back there? And I guess it wasn't the end of the world, 'cus we managed to find this place down here. I just... it all kind of reached a head. I thought I'd be playing goddamn video games today, not-- bumbling around while my friends stumble over existential shit in the chat for a couple of hours and some magical beings from another dimension talk ethereal smack?"

"I mean, hey, like-- I'm trapped here! My entire existence hinges on a computer! You have a body, you're a person, I'm guessing, and... just... shitsake, I guess that just feels really bad to realize, a-and I'm sorry for blowing up at you."



You hear Dinkalsen step behind you.

"Your talking to yourself, or Zack," he asks. "By miracle, are they also hearing us talk?"

"Yeah," you answer.

You wonder if you're really yourself.

You wonder if you're Gene.

...if you're not

if you weren't

who would you be?

Author's NoteShow

This is an opportunity to add a character to your roster. You won't lose Gene nor the INPUT AGGREGATOR.