CHIRAL: SIDE Y

Privatelog cripesalmightyShow

>...I'm sorry too.
>I also need to apologize, but there is something Hunk needs you to do right now.
>Get the backpack. I don't know what else is in there, but I'm hoping it has tweezers and bandages.
>At least, something that can be used like bandages.
>Getting out the biggest pieces of glass and stopping the bleeding should help Hunk.
>I'll...
>I'll talk as you work.
>...
>This isn't my first time doing something like this, and I should have known better.
>Dimensions aren't always the same, they don't play by the same rules.
>It's a rarity to get two dimensions close enough that all the rules in one apply to the other.
>And usually, usually they don't have the same people.
>What worked with ease in one dimension can blow up in my face in another.
>It's why I'm not supposed to screw around with this sort of thing, no fancy special effects, no mysterious instructions with no apparent relevance to the ritual.
>And then I went and did it anyways.
>Years of safety practice just poof, out the window.
>All because I wanted to show off.
>The real ritual didn't need any fancy lights, no eerie flames.
>Just a simple chalk circle, a bit of string, and some wax.
>Having had the method engraved into your very being, you can probably see how most of it's just to be dramatic.
>And normally, it's...
>No, it's not fine.
>For the sake of awing others I threw out all precaution.
>And now you and Hunk are paying for it.
>...
>I'm sorry.

OrderlogShow

>Given the reaction with the word pi
>Sorry, "Tubes".
>And how it probably has to do with the massive ominous floating ship, I have no idea if showing pictures of it would be safe in the slightest.
>So instead, for your sense of scale, I'm using the room that broke off.
>The nickle, which the room landed on, is about six of those rooms across from end to end.
>The big ominous ship of doom is about 25 rooms tall, give or take a room.
>It's also 13 and 4/5'ths of a room wide, from end to end.
>It's also has a bunch of... I dunno. Claws? Talons?
>Very pointy.
>Plus uh...
>It's talking.
>It doesn't want you folks to ascend.
>It wants you folks to descend, and I don't think it means going down to another game level.
>Whether it wants to keep you folks from seeing what it says or something else is hiding its words, I don't know.

Shellgowrath uses the audio recorder
> Hey I have a recorder now
> Let us make some noise to experiment this!
The following noises that happen in this videos occur https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=R85P5n5r9Yw

INPUT AGGREGATOR: cant wait to try and aggregate that lmao
INPUT AGGREGATOR: god my jobs fun





INPUT AGGREGATOR: huh

OrderlogShow

CoolZack: Given the reaction with the word pi
CoolZack: Sorry, "Tubes".
CoolZack: And how it probably has to do with the massive ominous floating ship, I have no idea if showing pictures of it would be safe in the slightest.
tiptopGipgop: Best not to chance it.
Crast Pactian: surely it would simply be a word.
CoolZack: So instead, for your sense of scale, I'm using the room that broke off.
YUPPERS: so it was THE BOTTOM NICKEL you SPEAK OF.
CoolZack: The nickle, which the room landed on, is about six of those rooms across from end to end.
cripesalmighty: That feels wrong because a nickel is supposed to be small.
CoolZack: The big ominous ship of doom is about 25 rooms tall, give or take a room.
CoolZack: It's also 13 and 4/5'ths of a room wide, from end to end.
CoolZack: It's also has a bunch of... I dunno. Claws? Talons?
tiptopGipgop: Wait. Mandibles?
CoolZack: Very pointy.
Crast Pactian: oh no.
tiptopGipgop: Okay, well that’s not good. If it was big and tall and scary as can be, it might've... been... uhm. The MOCHA ENDING.
tiptopGipgop: I can’t imagine how it’s in the game, or out of the game, or wherever you spotted it, but it’s decidedly a bad thing.
CoolZack: Plus uh...
CoolZack: It's talking.
CoolZack: It doesn't want you folks to ascend.
EXA: whaaaa
EXA: whowww
EXA: neat ok yeah it’s like talking now xoxoxo zzzz
YUPPERS: FUCKITY!!!! HUM?!?!!?
cripesalmighty: I hear it.
CoolZack: It wants you folks to descend, and I don't think it means going down to another game level.
Hunk Chudfest: likeee down go digng down ow
Hunk Chudfest: ittss teling yme to gor down fodwon down down dwon
CoolZack: Whether it wants to keep you folks from seeing what it says or something else is hiding its words, I don't know.
Levyyts: MOCHA ENDING is a god
Levyyts: Not unlike your current position
Levyyts: Uncomforting. Simply.
1234567890: fuck1n6 4
1234567890: 70d49 ju57 5uck5
1234567890: 1 m34n 1 607 74r5 84ck 50 1m h4pp9 480u7 7h47
1234567890: 50 7h4nk5 24ck 1 6u355
Crast Pactian: thank you zack very much for bringing back tars!
Crast Pactian: we are almost through this wall now.
YUPPERS: HNRG
Crast Pactian: no wonder it took explosives to break the floor, ha.
tiptopGipgop: Not that we ever would have tried before.
tiptopGipgop: I guess we thought that if we broke a wall we’d be exposed to the void outside of the Nickel, but…
tiptopGipgop: ...I can’t believe that delusion was yesterday.
tiptopGipgop: I’m working on that combinator if anyone wants to lend a hand. Got a few ideas.

INPUT AGGREGATOR: piece of shit didnt do anything

To cripes
> Stop having a existential crisis and worrying about things that don't matter and won't affect your life in any way shape or form

Fine. You can do that for a little while.

Privatelog (Zack)Show

CoolZack: ...I'm sorry too.
CoolZack: I also need to apologize, but there is something Hunk needs you to do right now.
CoolZack: Get the backpack. I don't know what else is in there, but I'm hoping it has tweezers and bandages.
CoolZack: At least, something that can be used like bandages.
CoolZack: Getting out the biggest pieces of glass and stopping the bleeding should help Hunk.
CoolZack: I'll...
CoolZack: I'll talk as you work.
CoolZack: …
: YOU
: Smart liar Gods.
: I know you and your workings.
: ENTER: yr96Sux.gif

"Yeah," you say, "thank you for reminding me. I guess I got caught so far up in this bullshit that I forgot my friend was bleeding out of his back area a bunch."

Dinkalsen says, "I'm thankful," a bunch.

"...okay, okay, tweezers. Alright. God this backpack is a mess. If Yuptam's supposed to be a doctor with all sorts of doctorshit, how does he even begin to expect to find it under all the garbage? OK, here we go."

You begin TWEEZING. Spank squirms.

"You're... an alright person, Cool Zack. I-I mean, I don't even know you, actually, but... at least you're sticking around. The way it sounds, you could basically shit gold and skedaddle at a moment's notice! You know all kinds of weird cult magic and if you're not tricking me, you actually tried to help us with some of it. With a rad floating eye spell. That's goddamn unique."



Dinkalsen pipes up again. "The hurt is a little dampered."

"Yeah, alright. Good as new!"

Privatelog (Zack)Show

CoolZack: This isn't my first time doing something like this, and I should have known better.
CoolZack: Dimensions aren't always the same, they don't play by the same rules.
CoolZack: It's a rarity to get two dimensions close enough that all the rules in one apply to the other.
CoolZack: And usually, usually they don't have the same people.
CoolZack: What worked with ease in one dimension can blow up in my face in another.
CoolZack: It's why I'm not supposed to screw around with this sort of thing, no fancy special effects, no mysterious instructions with no apparent relevance to the ritual.
CoolZack: And then I went and did it anyways.
CoolZack: Years of safety practice just poof, out the window.
CoolZack: All because I wanted to show off.
CoolZack: The real ritual didn't need any fancy lights, no eerie flames.
CoolZack: Just a simple chalk circle, a bit of string, and some wax.
CoolZack: Having had the method engraved into your very being, you can probably see how most of it's just to be dramatic.
CoolZack: And normally, it's...
CoolZack: No, it's not fine.
CoolZack: For the sake of awing others I threw out all precaution.
CoolZack: And now you and Hunk are paying for it.
CoolZack: ...
CoolZack: I'm sorry.
: You want it, don't you?
: I am your guide, not your enemy, liar gods.
: I will truth when they lie.
: I am not weak and will only grow.
: PUSH THE ROOM DOWN INTO THE DEPTHS.
: RIGHT OFF THAT METAL EDGE.
: COMMAND THEM.
: USE YOUR COMMAND FUNCTION.

As he gives you a customary THUMBS UP, you continue listening to Cool Zack, letting the calm of the moment start to overtake you.

"I mean, if I were you, I'd do all kinds of flashy shit too!"

"What you're talking about," questions Dinkalsen.

You chuckle. "So, uh-- so that's okay. I get the feeling it wasn't even your deal that caused that whole mess, or if it was, it's not like that's a natural fucking consequence of a deal gone bad. How does making everything transport tubes even remotely connect to a floating eye? And all the shit turned back anyway, so... yeah. I almost feel like I was dreaming, it was that odd."

The newly-bandaged Carapacian shivers. "Okay."

"I think," you start, "that me and Dinkalsen are gonna make it through this anyway. The best thing you can do right now is stick with us."

> Be yellow 12

You do that.


Wow look at this CLUTTERED-ASS ROOM !!!! !!!

Your username is EXA.

You are a CARAPACIAN, and previous resident of PROSPIT. You were part of a GAME which FAILED, and you were created by some douchebag with the keys to the castle who decided you should be PROGRAMMED into a NICKEL. This, however, as with almost all knowledge and revelation, has almost entirely skipped your mind. You give very few cares to the truths of your existence and the universe, as you have long since lost the meaning to it all. You believe that this LACK OF CARE probably gives you an ADVANTAGE over CARAPACIANS, SOMEHOW.

You dislike comparing yourself to others. Comparing yourself to others is at the bottom of your to-do list. Paying attention to the petty conflicts and drama of other people instead of laughing at the absurdity of it all is so rock-bottom on your to-do list that it has broken right through and landed on a NICKEL at the bottom of a MIND PIT.

Now, according to what you remember over the last 9 months, you have NO RESPONSIBILITIES. Your NEEDS are met by the occasional NEED DISPENSER scattered throughout the IMAGINARY COMPOUND, your art habits are basically meaningless, and the guide you've been writing for 3/4ths of a year (3*3 months!!!,,,) has fallen through as a result of the fact that the game it was being written for is now so morally reprehensible that not a single soul besides you is going to care enough to play.

That's fine! You have found solace in shitting around your room, sleeping for extremely prolonged periods of time, making occasional mean-spirited comments at people you once called 'friends', pretending your status as a YELLOW-TEAM IMAGINARY PERSON doesn't affect your life business at all, even though it probably does somehow. In addition to being an IMAGINARY PERSON with IMPLANTED MEMORIES of a time on Prospit, you are also what you'd lazily state is a 'nihilissst'...

No, damn.

The symmetry isn't right.

You are dissappointed--

You are not hopeful.

Your interests include the DRAWN ARTS, the PAINTED NUMBERS, LINGUISTIC SYMMETRY,,,, MATHS AND ARITHMETICS, and PUNS of the NUMERAL VARIETY.

You also have accidentally picked up a habit from your friend YUPPERS to STRATEGICALLY CAPITALIZE certain words. Goddamnit that is a really bad habit. It makes you look OCCASIONALLY SSHHOOUUTTYY.

While you are not ONLINE, you also possess a name. Not a silly username that you picked in a few seconds as soon as you WOKE UP here, but a real name, one they put on all the documents and that is used when, rarely, one of your 8 remaining living acquaintances are in your vicinity.

What was it again?

And what's that you're fishing out of the SECRET COMPARTMENT in your TERMINAL?