CHIRAL: SIDE Y

Past EXA ChatShow

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I Forgot To Say
Just Watched You Beat Up A God
Radical Moves, Yo

I Doubt Future Fights
Will Be Quite So Easy Though
Sans Bootstrap Combat

And I Am In Doubt
The Tactic Will Work Again
Its A Hunch I have

Privatelog (zildch)Show

Coolzack

Not terribly bothered.
Of course, being able to skim conversations when so inclined helps with that.
As for the Eye, your not the only one surprised by that outcome.
Were the circumstances better, I would be inclined to explore further.
Untapped potential is terribly fascinating, you understand.

As for what power I offer...
How would you like to usurp the one outside?
I could make it happen.
Assist in your escape from this prison, and becoming something more.
Every king needs a kingmaker, after all.
Even set you up with a lovely dimension to guide and rule as you see fit.
A nice place where Queue wouldn't bother you again.

...Or, I could cut you a different deal.
I would rather not offer this, but the residents benefit either way.
Your prison has two exits.
One intended, and the other a...
"Backdoor" let's say.
The residents couldn't take this option.
Too solid, too many physical requirements.
You on the other hand could survive the process.
The only catch is I can make no guarantees where you end up.
Alive, certainly.
No immediate threat or danger to your well being, either.
Could even provide enough power to generate a suitable vessel on the other end.
Pick this choice and you would never have to hear of Queue or their friends again.

However, that would be all you get if you choose that option.
Your on your own afterwards.

Regardless of your choice, I am...
Forced to fulfill the terms to the best of my ability.
The spirit of the terms, not just the letter.

Privatelog (cripesalmighty)Show

Zack: I Forgot To Say
Zack: Just Watched You Beat Up A God
Zack: Radical Moves, Yo
cripesalmighty: Thank you.
cripesalmighty: I know I’m hard to believe sometimes, but skeptics begone.
Zack: I Doubt Future Fights
Zack: Will Be Quite So Easy Though
Zack: Sans Bootstrap Combat
cripesalmighty: Is there any other kind?
Zack: And I Am In Doubt
Zack: The Tactic Will Work Again
Zack: It’s A Hunch I Have
cripesalmighty: You mean the time loop thing?
cripesalmighty: Well, it was definitely pretty wack, I’ll give you that. Really a good first impression of you Zack peep y’all.
cripesalmighty: I just wish I could have seen me do it.
cripesalmighty: There’s always later!

Privatelog (zildch)Show

Coolzack: Not terribly bothered.
Coolzack: Of course, being able to skim conversations when so inclined helps with that.
Coolzack: As for the Eye, your not the only one surprised by that outcome.
Coolzack: Were the circumstances better, I would be inclined to explore further.
Coolzack: Untapped potential is terribly fascinating, you understand.
Coolzack: As for what power I offer...
Coolzack: How would you like to usurp the one outside?
Coolzack: I could make it happen.
Coolzack: Assist in your escape from this prison, and becoming something more.
Coolzack: Every king needs a kingmaker, after all.
Coolzack: Even set you up with a lovely dimension to guide and rule as you see fit.
Coolzack: A nice place where Queue wouldn't bother you again.
Coolzack: ...Or, I could cut you a different deal.
Coolzack: I would rather not offer this, but the residents benefit either way.
Coolzack: Your prison has two exits.
Coolzack: One intended, and the other a...
Coolzack: "Backdoor" let's say.
Coolzack: The residents couldn't take this option.
Coolzack: Too solid, too many physical requirements.
Coolzack: You on the other hand could survive the process.
Coolzack: The only catch is I can make no guarantees where you end up.
Coolzack: Alive, certainly.
Coolzack: No immediate threat or danger to your well being, either.
Coolzack: Could even provide enough power to generate a suitable vessel on the other end.
Coolzack: Pick this choice and you would never have to hear of Queue or their friends again.
Coolzack: However, that would be all you get if you choose that option.
Coolzack: Your on your own afterwards.
Coolzack: Regardless of your choice, I am...
Coolzack: Forced to fulfill the terms to the best of my ability.
Coolzack: The spirit of the terms, not just the letter.

A double chat again? Spicy. This time you spam a dead BLUE TEAM member with some more messages. Poor guy.

INPUT AGGREGATOR: lemme know if u wanna get those battle logs up n stuff
INPUT AGGREGATOR: and also lemme know if u wanna like cack out and relax cus wow has shit been high octane latelt lmao
INPUT AGGREGATOR: like i could just pause the game and we could do art for an hour id be down

OrderlogShow

Coolzack
>Been busy negotiating.
>Pricey. For me anyways.
>You folks won't have to worry about that too much.
>No solid agreement just yet.
>Discussion has been interesting at least.

>Some of Haiku Zacks lines are meant for other Zacks, not you folks.

SpoilerShow

Don't Always Haiku
I Run With Structured Poems
When Verbosity Calls

Limericks Are A Type
Of Shortform Poem That Let
Me Get More Stuff Done

Don't Do Them Often
I'm Rarely Annoyed Enough
To Bother With Rhyme

The Rules of A Limerick, You see
Are The Essence of Simplicity
Two Lines In Scheme A.
(You Also End It That way)
And In The Middle Goes Rhyming Scheme B

Can Do Rhymes For Fun
Enforced Rhyme Schemes? No Thank You
Not My Cup Of Tea

Gods Help The Fool That
Necessitates A Sonnet
Let Me Just Say That

This MOCHA GOOFBALL
Poking Their Nose In This Buisness
Has Riled Me Up

Speaking Of Business
Tars, Do You Know How To Make
Item Combiners?

Given That Given
A Single Tube, MOCHA NERD
Made That Huge Tube Beast

A Combinator
Could Be Used To Procure
Some Weapon Upgrades

In Case Of Room Beast
I Also Suggest You All
Check What You All Need

I Have A Feeling
More Grenades Might Be Handy
If It Comes To That

ChatlogShow

Zack: Don't Always Haiku
Zack: I Run With Structured Poems
Zack: When Verbosity Calls
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tiptopGipgop: I’m confused about… if this is something you have to do.
Zack: Limericks Are A Type
Zack: Of Shortform Poem That Let
Zack: Me Get More Stuff Done
tiptopGipgop: Is it a compulsion? Like Numbers’ thing? Do you just like poems, like Exa likes symmmmetry?
Zack: Don't Do Them Often
Zack: I'm Rarely Annoyed Enough
Zack: To Bother With Rhyme
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YUPPERS: yes, yes. FUEL your JOKERY with your ANGER.
YUPPERS: your UNENDING FRUSTRATION.
Zack: The Rules of A Limerick, You see
Zack: Are The Essence of Simplicity
Zack: Two Lines In Scheme A.
Zack: (You Also End It That Way)
Zack: And In The Middle Goes Rhyming Scheme B
tiptopGipgop: Nice.
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1234567890: h3r3 13mm3 7r9
1234567890: uh
1234567890: 7h15 60dd4mn n33d d15p3n53r
1234567890: 15 hur71n6 0ur 5h4r3d 73mp3r
1234567890: 1d r47h3r 74k3 f116h7
1234567890: 1n70 7h3 6r347 116h7
1234567890: 7h4n d15p3n53 m0r3 u531355 p3pp3r
Tars Mossburg: “...Hey, rice-bowl, havin’ some tough time readin all that.”
Tars Mossburg: “Could we, a-ah-- talk on that later, when we don’t have so much of this goin’ on?”
1234567890: 50rr9. sorry.
tiptopGipgop: It’s better not to pester him on it.
1234567890: 175 0k49.
Zack: Can Do Rhymes For Fun
Zack: Enforced Rhyme Schemes? No Thank You
Zack: Not My Cup Of Tea
YUPPERS: sometimes ORDER can be the ONLY COMFORT in this WORLD OF OURS
YUPPERS: A TYPING SCHEME.
YUPPERS: A RHYMING SCHEME.
YUPPERS: something to OBSFUSCATE whoms’st’ we TRULY ARE.
YUPPERS: MASKS MAKE MASK PARTIES TOLERABLE
Zack: Gods Help The Fool That
Zack: Necessitates A Sonnet
Zack: Let Me Just Say That
Zack: This MOCHA GOOFBALL
Zack: Poking Their Nose In This Buisness
Zack: Has Riled Me Up
EXA: yeah
EXA: sure okay future junk ;)) :)) just go along with iiit
EXA: but
EXA: life suxxxa
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tiptopGipgop: It’d be a lot better if, instead of constantly dispensing condiments, this thing gave us… literally anything else.
tiptopGipgop: News: We’ve tried everything from setting fire to the floor, falling off a pile of boxes, and talking sweetly to the need dispenser.
tiptopGipgop: Nothing but condiments.
YUPPERS: CONDIMENTS can be used to SAVE YOU from ALL THOSE THINGS.
YUPPERS: CLEARLY YOU ARE NOT TRYING.
Levyyts: Here
Levyyts has sent file invis-text-reader.cpg
Levyyts: Suspecting Zack does not require
Levyyts: But would be unfortunate if we were deafened still
: Tisane’s untapped potential is that which intends to overthrow me.
: Or pacify, at worst.
: That’s that whore’s doing. Her ‘closets monster’. I couldn’t close that gateway, and now you’ve thrown a wrench with violence into the space-time continuum.
: A lesser god would assume it was intended all along, but we are not powerless beings.
: Even you, liar, you liar.
Levyyts: Readable now.
: I hate the women in this nickel.
: All those still petulant survived.
Levyyts: Scrolling up
Levyyts: Retracing steps
Levyyts: Clearly Zack could see, have been communicating
Levyyts: Bargaining
tiptopGipgop: Oh, god.
tiptopGipgop: Literally.
EXA: zzz
EXA: seri usss lee
EXA: god talk
EXA: out date ddd trope.
: While I would love to make such a lovely power grab, it seems more sense to me that I can never ascend.
: Even assuming groups of 4 can leave en masse, that leaves a remainder of 1.
: And, besides-- it’s far from my intention to hurt Queue.
: He will improve.
: His future is brighter than yours, or mine, or anybody else’s here.
: And, I suspect, having him kill at least a few of the people here would be a fast first step to his… eventuality.
: You have 10 inhabitants as of now. You can earn 52 more. I’m seeing… nine kills he may obtain.
: Nine that may die without dooming your nickel forever.
: I’d love to have him do it.
tiptopGipgop: What the hell is wrong with you?
tiptopGipgop: How do you know his future, and-- what do you mean by 10 inhabitants?
: Not that it matters to me.
: I know where he goes.
: Even if this nickel was doomed, his future wouldn’t be.
YUPPERS: he’s CLEARLY doing a SCREW JOB with your HEAD.
YUPPERS: SO HE CAN KILL EVERYONE.
YUPPERS: for NEFARIOUS BUSINESS that is INDISCERNIBLE NOW.
tiptopGipgop: Like an elaborate Levyyts prank?
Levyyts: Lure
Levyyts: Allure, half-explanations
Levyyts: Entice with slight tid of info
Levyyts: Pour heart out
Levyyts: Continually grow more helpful
Levyyts: Endgame arrives:
Levyyts: It was all a joke
EXA: crap god
EXA: zero out o’’’ ten
EXA: zzz zzz zzz zero
Zack: Speaking Of Business
Zack: Tars, Do You Know How To Make
Zack: Item Combiners?
Tars Mossburg: “Ah, hum, ah… never really gave it a buncha thought!”
Tars Mossburg: “Oh, but I’m a real big fanna the whole, a-ah… alchemiting thing, the Heroes used t’do. Real elaborate setup. Actually used to send ‘em recommendations on what to alchemit, just for fun.”
tiptopGipgop: It’s true. Where else would have we gotten all that cool shit, by the end?
tiptopGipgop: That’s one thing I’d really like to try and need dispense, me and Numbers.
tiptopGipgop: If you’ve got any fresh ideas on how to help…
Tars Mossburg: “Ahey, well, never mind a chance to be with Oaty.”
Tars Mossburg: “...I get it’s been way too long since, a-ah… yeah.”
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Zack: Given That Given
Zack: A Single Tube, MOCHA NERD
Zack: Made That Huge Tube Beast
EXA: big mean
Zack: A Combinator
Zack: Could Be Used To Procure
Zack: Some Weapon Upgrades
Tars Mossburg: “The best kinda upgrades!”
Zack: In Case Of Room Beast
Zack: I Also Suggest You All
Zack: Check What You All Need
YUPPERS: a ROOM fell down the PIT
YUPPERS: a PIPE fell down the PIT
YUPPERS: TUBE MONSTER.
YUPPERS: how long until ROOM MONSTER is a WHITENED OUT PHRASE?
tiptopGipgop: I’m severely more worried about the terminal.
tiptopGipgop: Even if it’s just that one terminal that MOE (MOCHA ENDING, for short, yes) gets power over, that’s one session where he could swap chirality and give everyone compulsive orders to do whatever with each other.
: A personal playground?
: I would very, very much enjoy that.
: That’s in response to both the acquiring of this terminal and your offer, liar.
: But I wouldn’t want to see it until I’ve gone through with Queue’s… change.
: Even sleeping, he has an incredible dreamscape to manipulate.
tiptopGipgop: Oh, god, oh no, no--
tiptopGipgop: We need to get Queue up ASAP.
1234567890: W3R3 41R34D9 7R91N6
Tars Mossburg: “Headin’ over as fast as my li’l legs’ll take me!”
Zack: I Have A Feeling
Zack: More Grenades Might Be Handy
Zack: If It Comes To That
YUPPERS: NEED for GRENADE:
YUPPERS: to BLOW OPEN THE FLOOR.
YUPPERS: to have MOCHA DEATH DEVOUR US.
Levyyts: Seperately
Levyyts: Possibility:
Levyyts: Cripes needed to blow open the floor
Levyyts: To know about nickel beneath
Levyyts: To get to nickel
Levyyts: Eventually, ascend
Levyyts: Grenade was the biggest crux to our learning thus far
CoolZack: Been busy negotiating.
CoolZack: Pricey. For me anyways.
tiptopGipgop: I don’t at all like the idea of you giving MOE anything.
: I like it quite a bit.
: Zack is much less… fake, than you.
: A real person from a real place.
: We’re nothing like that.
CoolZack: You folks won't have to worry about that too much.
CoolZack: No solid agreement just yet.
EXA: just
EXA: may yyy yy’be
EXA: don’t trus ‘t everything
cripesalmighty: Hold on, sorry for the silence back there.
cripesalmighty: I just called everyone to a meeting where I’m going to discuss our futures!
cripesalmighty: Even the heroes. Give me a round of ‘ooo’ and ‘aaaa’, why don’t you?
tiptopGipgop: I don’t remember a meeting.
CoolZack: Discussion has been interesting at least.
: If demeaning.
CoolZack: Some of Haiku Zacks lines are meant for other Zacks, not you folks.
EXA: poem zack
EXA: nice 3434
EXA: not haiku
tiptopGipgop: …Can’t wait for Cripes to have an earpiece again.
tiptopGipgop: I’m missing her exasperated commentary.

You wander around the Nickel briefly. It seems Gene has begun looking up, dumbfounded, at the COMPOUND, and Dinkalsen has begun looking down, dumbfounded, at the 'pit'. You're most interested by the pile of pipe monster dust.

It's a gravelly texture, not unlike a piece of rubber and plastic mixed together by a blender. You wonder if, perhaps, your insanely precise aim was the cause of this, or if you simply did enough abstract 'damage' to explode it.

Hard to tell, with these things.

Be The Red Team Guy
What Done Got Freed By GrenadeT
He Seems A Cool Chap

Easy. Lickety split. You're now him.


Your username is Tars Mossburg. Your name is Mulligan 'Shanks' McKenzie.

You are a Carapacian, and previous royal knight of Prospit... but all that seems so far behind. So near, and yet so far behind. You were part of a game which settled peacefully, wherein the Heroes of two warring races found comfort in each other's company, and befriended a group of 52 moon-goers for many years. This, as well as all your other wonderful things you know about the world, forms your optimism-- a philosophy which has carried you through thick and thin, unblinded you and blinded you when necessary, and led you to being the conduit of many of your friends meeting each other.

You like meeting people. Meeting people is at the top of your preferred actions. Building friendships and helping people find the good in other unlike-minded people is so far up on your preferred actions that it has sat peacefully at the top like a wizard cap.

According to what you have learned in the last 25 minutes, you have a few responsibilities. Not only do you wish to be close at nearly all times to your lover and incredible friend, Oats, but you are now rapidly gaining back your initiative to help people-- through thick and thin, through revelation and hardship. You are mildly hungry. You are mildly thirsty. You are mildly cold. All this, and more, slips away in the back of your mind as you consider your acutely tough scenario.

But it's fine! You've made it through worse. Back when you were a knight on Prospit, you broke up any semblance of monotony or fear by crossing borders and making completely unexpected actions to bring the opposing guardships to work together to crack down on crime, as well as loosen up on minor crime. Where Prospit would let a murderer walk out of prison in a day, Derse would lock up a sweet-roll thief for life-- and you evened the odds enough to make things tolerable. So, too, do you intend to even the odds in this place, from vehement and insane to calm and understanding.

Other friends are trying to do the same.

Other people.

But you're the best at it. You've always been the best. You're Mulligan McKenzie, you're Shanks, you're the best mediator and the best boyfriend those two moons had ever known. Even a violent gash to the chest can't stop that.

Your interests include heroshit, inhereted by Gene and Tipsy, as well as maths, from Eva, and tinkering, from Oats. You hate coffee, and love tea. During your last few days on Prospit, you had the acute instinct to turn your halberd into a tasing shock stick. Tasers, let it be known, are your favorite non-lethal incapacitation devices.

But you don't have any of your favorite stuff here today. Your room is empty. It has been for months.

The only thing here for you was your earpiece, which you stashed healthily in your ear-- and the neat stack of 3 letters on the weird protrusion below the light. The top letter is from Oats, dated about six months ago.

The other two...

Who were they from, when were they from, and what are they about?