CHI.

A B Y S S A L   ~~8~~   O D D I T Y
PLAY GAME / ACHIEVEMENTS / MODULES / MUSIC / SOLIDUS (9) / CREDITS / QUIT
[ R4-██ approved guidelines: http://pastebin.com/1if0B2jP ]
>PLAY GAME
[OUTPUT: Loading...]
[OUTPUT: Helpful Tip: The Articersil Process, first blueprinted in the Kappa Sector, can aid one greatly in photography.]
[OUTPUT: Loading...]
[OUTPUT: Would you like to begin CHAPTER TWO: AND YET? Y/N.]
>Y
>what happens if we say no
[OUTPUT: CHAPTER TWO.]
[OUTPUT: Your name is AZURE LAPIS. You are on-board the *G.S.S. Exsanguinator*, en route to the Chi Sector, with your friends. They are all staring at you with horror and surprise at what you accomplished in the shootout. Please enter command.]
>ask topaz about green diamond
[OUTPUT: She raises an eyebrow. "I didn't know her personally, you know. Just in a professional sense."]
>...alright then
[OUTPUT: ETA: twenty-five minutes.]
>What's the Articersil Process, exacxtly?
>uh, i'm gonna assume we're going to be asked about music...
>do you think these guys are gonna know :/
[OUTPUT: Check the blueprints you found in the Kappa Sector.]
>Do that.
[OUTPUT: Once again, you look at them. You are astounded that you did not bother to even consider them when you first obtained them. They appear to show an easy-to-construct levitating droid with an inbuilt Polaroid of some sort, pre-digitalized for you, all in candlight and maroon ink.]
>Make it.
>do it
>We have the materials, iirc.
[OUTPUT: You completely ignore everyone staring at you dumbfoundedly, and begin to construct the droid.]
>Talk to break the silence. "Uh, any questions?"
>ha
>"who cares what others think, i'm lapis ~~lazuli~~"
[OUTPUT: Everyone looks at each other for a moment. Charoite leans against the wall of the ship. "Sure. Who even are you anymore."]
>Azure Lapis??
>:/
[OUTPUT: "So, you suddenly have the ability to combat godlike gems by yourself. We're supposed to believe this is normal after you run away from all of us, and go to the mysterious tower."]
>..."Uh, we may or may not have figured out MUSIC."
[OUTPUT: Cyan interjects. "Music?"]
>"No, not music. MUSIC."
>"I think it's actually supposed to be pronounced with all capital letters."
[OUTPUT: "... Okay." Charoite returns to being the voice of the masses. "What is it, and how did you figure it out."]
>"Some kind of weird energy thing, there was uh, some instrument in the tower, and we just kind of tried to... do it? I'm not sure how it worked."
>that is a terrible explanation
[OUTPUT: It sounds more like a person than anyone else here does.]
>^^^^^^^^^^^^
[OUTPUT: "Interesting. Did you find anything *else* in there?"]
>"A void shard?"
>that is definitely the right answer /s
[OUTPUT: Everyone colloquially mutters amongst themselves, confirming this is a plus. Only two more to go, then.]
>Is our drone finished?
>"And also, some kind of horrible eldritch abomination. It didn't even have a real name."
>who was semi/colon
>i forget
>"I'm pretty sure it was some form of punctuation?"
>they had a name
[OUTPUT: Topaz speaks up. "Would it have happened to have been some sort of short white humanoid thing."]
>"Yes, it was."
>Kind of blocky head, too, I think?
[OUTPUT: "That would make it a genetic experiment those Imperium maniacs used against us in the war. They should have all been locked up." Charoite glares at Topaz at the use of the word maniac.]
[OUTPUT: Still *is*.]
>thanks
>*oh*
[OUTPUT: Cyan asks one last question as you finish the droid. "So, uh. Who was that fusion lady? You kind of looked like you recognized her."]
>...we did? i forget
>why did we recognize her
>Well, we've seen FOMALHAUT within SOLIDUS?
>previous employment or...
>emeraldxtsavorite, their two gems, are their password.
>Other than that, (which is a purely meta reason), I don't know how we could have recognized them.
>uh, does charoite have any clue
>otherwise i wouldn't remember
>say we kearned of formalhaut's accomplishments in the past or something?
>any objections?
[OUTPUT: Who's Formalhaut?]
>thatsthejoke.png
>itsalljustapng.joke
[OUTPUT: How do you respond?]
>formalhaut
>uh, i don't recall fomalhaut so
>does charoite
>i like how nobody notice "kearned"
>and fine
>say we learned of fomalhaut's accomplishments in the past or something?
>any objections?
>sure??
>no clue
>say it?
[OUTPUT: Charoite nods at your earlier suggestion of having her explain. "FOMALHAUT. She's a high-level Kristalli agent. She helps run some sort of hidden project in the bowels of ИММЕЦОН. I know two things about her personally. One, she's the only one of the R4 council with a metaphorical heart. Two, she's by far the weakest."]
>...we're dead
>kekekek
>We are *SO* dead.
>what if we teach everyone how to MUSIC?
>Finish the drone.
>then are we dead?
[OUTPUT: You complete the Articersil Drone. Do you activate it?]
>sure
>yes
[OUTPUT: You activate it. It slowly levitates into the air, cyanic mechanovitae flowing through its mechanical vascular system. A lens shifts into view, ringed by a singular magetear tube. You have shifted the form of the Polaroid successfully.]
>How many photos does it have left?
>"Infinite."
[OUTPUT: It's digital.]
[OUTPUT: Immediately, the thing emits two clicks, light flashing across the room twice.]
[OUTPUT: ETA: five minutes. What do you do?]
>test out the drone on the void outside
[OUTPUT: Do you really want to have the drone take a picture of the UNENDING ETERNAL DARKNESS that is the background fabric of this INFINITE VOID DIMENSION?]
>erm
>yes.
>YES.
>inb4 photochievement
[OUTPUT: You do so. A screen on the side of the drone pops out, showing you the picture.]
[OUTPUT: It shows the photo, with shittily-photoshopped maroon text over it. "A waste of data."]
>take another picture
>:whoa: what a top fucking kek
>"spite malpike"
[OUTPUT: Kindly do not block up the memo game chat like an imbecile.]
[OUTPUT: You take another picture, with the exact same result.]
>are we there yet?
[OUTPUT: You are now outside the CHI SECTOR.]
[OUTPUT: You have yet to land, of course.]
>land.
[OUTPUT: You touch down, opening the hatch of the ship. Outside are beautiful rolling green hills, trees, and a large river, all upon a central floating continent. There is a large and beautifully-crafted wooden structure of some sort in the center of the place, surrounded by gates.]
[OUTPUT: Who do you desire to take with you?]
>We're NOT going alone.
>I vote topaz.
[OUTPUT: You and Topaz step out into the world, Cyan and Charoite bading you farewell. Where will you go, what will you do, will you make something entirely new?]
>Head for wooden structure.
[OUTPUT: You do so. The place's gates are made of a combination of cherry wood, and a pale white wood you do not recognize. As you step closer to the building, you note the center of it is taken up by an absolutely *monolithic* tenebrite tower glowing with magetear cells in the walls. The structure proper beneath it seems cheery itself.]
>are you trying to tell us we'll have to fuse to win
>ask topaz if she knows who owns this
[OUTPUT: "...No? How would I know. I haven't been around for years. I didn't even know floating islands were a thing until we met."]
>She doesn't know EVERYTHING
>"i know that, just in case though"
>Look around for anything of note other than XVI.
[OUTPUT: The actual gates proper to the structures, of course.]
>Within the gates
>"what's behind the gate(s)"
[OUTPUT: You cannot see anything behind the gates, save for the large wooden structure and tower, given the height of the wooden and stone walls before them.]
>Go through the gates then
>And then look
[OUTPUT: The gates are closed.]
>the robot's tagging along right
[OUTPUT: Lying beside a cherry tree by the doors of the gates themselves is an object of interest. The doors also host an inscription. Also, yes.]
>take a picture
>Pick up object and examine inscription.
[OUTPUT: You take a picture. You get nothing whatsoever from it. Such is the price of digitalization.]
>ha
[OUTPUT: The inscription reads "ЛВИ-Х-ЛВИ, чрд."]
[OUTPUT: Wooden Culinth: A strange instrument composed primarily of cherry wood. It possesses a central soundhole, three strings, and five frets. The strings are made of some unknown autumnal-scented material you quite enjoy the feel of.]
[ http://pastebin.com/ae9sbmgs ]
>oh yeah didn't vardiveig mention that...
>MUSIC
>we don't have any way to contact them do we
[OUTPUT: No. All she said was that you'd meet again (some sunny day) on Earth.]
[OUTPUT: You don't know where, and you don't know when.]
[OUTPUT: What do you do?]
>i don't know how MUSIC works, so...
[OUTPUT: Luckily enough for you, this doesn't involve MUSIC. Just music.]
[OUTPUT: Not everything is magic.]
>apparently it's a scale of some sort
>or something
>lvi-x-lvi?
>four of four
>ah
>Oh, that's whatnotes it can play.
>Look at the other gates.
[OUTPUT: There is one method of entrance. This one.]
>hmm
>uhh
>play we'll meet again
>on the culinth
[OUTPUT: You don't think you know how.]
>Do I know the notes of the song?
[OUTPUT: No. You weren't one to watch Gravity Falls religiously, let alone prior to the mass-ritual cancerous throne-forming via the bodies of its fans, a few months ago. That was big news, you recall.]
>ha
>is there any indication of what song to play?
[OUTPUT: No.]
[OUTPUT: You don't think it's a song, really. Just a chord.]
>hmm
>okay
>so
>on the note
>play those notes at the bottom in order from top to bottom, with all three horizontally at once
[OUTPUT: Which notes?]
>http://pastebin.com/ae9sbmgs
>at the bottom of it
[OUTPUT: You play the entirety of the *notes* possible of the culinth, in horizontal rows from top to bottom. Nothing happens whatsoever.]
[OUTPUT: Remember. Four of four.]
[OUTPUT: Or, four of four of four, even, if one so wished to call it as such.]
[OUTPUT: Please enter command.]
>play E10 to E13
>preferably all at once, though that's probably impossible
[OUTPUT: You do so. The first few seconds seem glowing and harmonic, while the last few lose the initial splendor.]
>I'm back now.
>how many is a few
[OUTPUT: The first two notes.]
>play E10, E11, then E12 and B12 at the same time, then E13 and B13 at the same time.
[OUTPUT: You do so. Everything once more loses its beauty following your third note-playing.]
>hm
>no clue
[OUTPUT: Four of four of four is your only clue.]
>what happens if we play E10 with D4 and E11 with D4?
[OUTPUT: E10 isn't a full D4 chord.]
[OUTPUT: Nor is E10 and E11.]
>...?
[OUTPUT: Please enter command.]
>so the glory persisted up until E13+B13?
>Play D4 16 times.
>E10, E11, then E12 with B12 and D4, E13 with B13 and D4
[OUTPUT: You don't know how to play a full D4 chord.]
>define full D4 chord
[OUTPUT: All of the correct strings pushed down in the proper frets, or even multiple places on the same string, with the culinth.]
[OUTPUT: For the chord, that is. That's basic string instrument work, of course. Barring the multiple fingers per string.]
>oh right
>can only use one hand
>hmm
>E10, E11, B12 B13
>PLAY D4 16 TIMES.
>FOUR OF FOUR OF FOUR.
>D4 4^4.
[OUTPUT: Which plan will you go with?]
>nomble's plan
[OUTPUT: You play a D4 chord on the culinth, the thing ringing out harmoniously across the area. The doors of the gate creak backwards, unsealing. Topaz seems to have enjoyed your musical performance.]
>we did it reddit
>go in
[OUTPUT: You enter.]
>But was it a MUSICAL performance?
>*shot*
>Examine the new area.
[OUTPUT: The area within is filled with small trees and limestone fountains of what are either tears, or saliva. You can never quite tell. The central tower-wooden building complex is the only structure within the walls.]
>"does it heal us"
>Examine for objects of interest.
>no, seriously
>does it heal us
[OUTPUT: Your gem isn't cracked, dunkasses.]
>are we going to get cracked
>is this forshadowing
>If it was foreshadowing, he'd say [**Your gem isn't cracked yet, dunkasses.**]
[OUTPUT: There aren't any objects lying about. Just the doors to the wooden structure, and the XVI.]
>might as well bottle as much as possible
>devastate the place not like anyone's home <:msPaint:213597855041060864>
[OUTPUT: You steal a personal pond of tears or saliva, and store it in a bubble, before warping it into the ship. You snort, thinking of the reactions of Charoite and Cyan when it arrives.]
>stop breaking the fourth wall <:msPaint:213597855041060864>
>"amazing"
[OUTPUT: "*You* are promptly grabbed by a maroon hand, and bashed over the fourth wall, cracking through it."]
>oh no ao invasion
[OUTPUT: This Oracle has no idea what you're talking about. Just silencing a cyan that is not Cyan.]
>take a pensive taste of the fountain
>this is definitely a good idea
[OUTPUT: You take a taste of the fountain-water.]
[OUTPUT: It tastes like saliva.]
>amazing
>...take another taste
>the mystery solved
[OUTPUT: You take another taste. It's saliva again.]
>don't stop tasting
[OUTPUT: This time, it's tears.]
>pff
>beautiful
>okay uh
>let's check the door
[OUTPUT: The one to the tower, or the one to the wooden structure?]
>"the better one"
>central tower?
>aren't they the same
[OUTPUT: Perhaps.]
[OUTPUT: You suppose you could just fly in through a window without Topaz if you wanted, though.]
>eh, might as well look
[OUTPUT: You fly upwards, peering into the windows of the tower. You see nothing but an impenetrable darkness.]
[OUTPUT: Akin to the void of the skies above, actually.]
[OUTPUT: What do you do next?]
>go in the tower
>door
>i meant look at the door :/
[OUTPUT: You look at the door, then. It's a pure black plate, with a small slot in the center.]
>do we know what might fit in it
>inb4 a gem
[OUTPUT: You don't have anything that will fit perfectly.]
>hmm
>to in wooden thing then
>whatever, enter the lowest window?
>no
>topaz comes with
[OUTPUT: You enter the wooden structure. Immediately upon doing so, both Topaz and you alike note how open and airy the place is, with no roof whatsoever. The entry hall, of sorts, is a magnificent garden, lovingly tended to. There is a door on the other side of the place, following a path extending from a detailed and almost royal statue in the absolute center of the garden. As you step in, the void above shifts in shade and color, becoming an Earthen sky afflicted by sunset. The dying light of the sun reflects off of a shiny object in the statue's navel.]
>wow.
>examine statue. can you tell who it depicts?
[OUTPUT: You examine the statue. It depicts a wild-haired pink-tinted gem holding a planet in their left hand, staring directly in the direction of the setting sun. You note the shining object is some artistic glass dyed pink cut into the shape of a diamond.]
>pink diamond?
>Pink Diamond.
>does topaz know anything about pink diamond
>Go through the door on the other side of the room.
>Also, probably not. She served *Green* Diamond.
[OUTPUT: "Who?"]
>Yeah, see?
>but topaz was a general
>i think
>Pink Diamond was dead by the time Topaz had served in the army.
>ah
>And, presumably, written out of history.
[OUTPUT: "There's *never* been a Pink Diamond, I think? I don't really know."]
[OUTPUT: Please enter command.]
>enter door
[OUTPUT: You enter the door, reaching a homely chamber of wood and warmth. Stone slabs hang on the walls, covered in murals.]
[OUTPUT: Three figures are conversing by a handleless door.]
>listen to them sneakily
>three figures in the murals, or actual people?
[OUTPUT: Actual people.]
>See if you can examine their appearances.
[OUTPUT: They are all extraordinarily tall, and possess massive curly pink hair.]
>...rose quartzes?
>Hear what they're saying.
>oh yeah we heard mention of this area previously
>recall what we heard <:msPaint:213597855041060864>
[OUTPUT: You get near them, and the two furthest from you look up, locking eyes with you. The first of the two grins, and they both quietly leave through the handleless door, leaving one Rose Quartz behind. She extends a hand to you. "Oh! Welcome. I didn't think we'd be having visitors. And a part-human, as well! This is exciting. How are you?"]
>"good"
>Uh. Good.
>How do they know we're part-human.
[OUTPUT: "I can see it in your eyes. And also by the fact that you, you know, kind of have human flesh with a gem grafted to it." The rose quartz chuckles. You... don't *think* you said anything?]
>skin tone
>a full lapis would have
>you know
>lapis-colored skin?
>oh, duh.
>also, shit, they can see OOC text.
>be careful about what you say.
>oh ok
>WE ARE ALL FLYING CHE-
>*shot*
>((what did you hear about this place?))
>how should i know
>i know we know something
>but i don't remember what it is
>so
>rip.
>i think we really just knew of this place's existence
>I guess, talk to the quartzes? "So... What's this whole place for, exactly?"
[OUTPUT: "It's where we live. We, what's left of the followers of Pink Diamond." Topaz raises an eyebrow, likely still questioning the Diamond's existence.]
>"Pink Diamond... How, exactly, did they die?" ((I honestly don't know. I presume Grey Diamond, but I'd like to hear conformation.))
[OUTPUT: "Hmm. I suppose I could tell you. Are either of you underage? This story gets a little... graphic."]
>"...No."
[OUTPUT: "Wonderful! I had to ask first. In short, nearing the climax of the first civil war, her gem was simultaneously pulled out of her body and shattered by a misfire of stolen Carinian prototype sonic weapons, on the side of Blue and Green Diamond."]
>well
[OUTPUT: The rose quartz looks away. "It wasn't exactly pretty."]
>...That sounds disgusting.
[OUTPUT: "It would have been, had she not gotten White Diamond to finish her off before it got any more horrible."]
>"Define more horrible."
[OUTPUT: Her expression darkens. "We... we've got the shards downstairs."]
>((...Should we ask to see?))
>((should we ask what the tower's about))
>((Most likely a place of rememberance for Pink Diamond, but sure, ask.))
>What's with that tower outside?
[OUTPUT: The rose's expression grows only slightly less grim. "That's the *Astral Tower*.]
[OUTPUT: "Sadly, we couldn't get a better chunk of land when the Break occurred... so here we are, living next to it."]
>((does anyone know what that is))
>No.
>"The Break?"
>sounds straightforward :/
>i meant the tower, break's probably when this place became floating islands
>oh.
>shit.
[OUTPUT: Please enter command.]
>"What's the Astral Tower? I haven't brushed up on my history. Or landmarks."
[OUTPUT: "It's a weapon. And a memorial of the millions the second civil war slaughtered. It's also what █████ ██ ███ ████, but that's neither here nor there."]
>...Alright then.
[OUTPUT: She peers into your eyes curiously. "You... you'll probably want to go in. You seem like that kind of person. By all means, go ahead. Ask me if you want the key. For now, you're free to look around here, and check out the murals."]
>Look around.
[OUTPUT: There are five major slabs with murals upon them on the walls. The rest are incoherent, or just drawings.]
>Look at the murals.
>and slabs.
[OUTPUT: The slabs bearing the murals appear to have been excavated from somewhere. You'll have to examine them specifically to observe them.]
>Examine slab 1.
[OUTPUT: The first slab bears the image of a tall and angular figure tinted yellow, authoritative and powerful. There is a yellow diamond in her chest.]
>*oh*
>second?
[OUTPUT: The second depicts a green figure being pulled out of a hole in the wall in a cavern by two armored figures, the words "ХЫПХ НОРС-ВАРИТ. ПЕ ЯХ-ДРАХИС УЦОСЦО ГWЕ." above the image.]
>worth not twelve. yellow diamond was green
>That wasn't accidental.
[OUTPUT: The first statement is untrue.]
[OUTPUT: By your reckoning, at least.]
>WORTH UNTRULY(?) YELLOW DIAMOND WAS GREEN.
>worth negative twelve?
[OUTPUT: Both false.]
>it's VARIT, not VERIT.
>worth false
>doesn't make sense
[OUTPUT: You don't know all of the meanings of a particular word, of course.]
>worth nothing?
[OUTPUT: No.]
>bluh, just expend a translation credit.
>useless?
[INPUT: ХЫПХ НОРС-ВАРИТ. ПЕ ЯХ-ДРАХИС УЦОСЦО ГWЕ.]
[OUTPUT: A false ideal. Yellow Diamond was green.]
[OUTPUT: Translation credit absorbed.]
>third slab
[OUTPUT: The third slab depicts a standard Great Diamond Authority symbol, though with the top white instead of gray, the left yellow instead of blue, and the right blue instead of green.]
>fourth?
[OUTPUT: The fourth displays a standard Great Diamond Authority symbol, though with the top white instead of gray.]
>anything else of note?
[OUTPUT: The fifth slab.]
>look at it
[OUTPUT: It displays a mob of angry protesters being devoured by snakes.]
>what
[OUTPUT: Fuckin' sneople, man. They're everywhere.]
>Anything else of note?
[OUTPUT: Not really.]
>should we ask for explinations from the roses?
[OUTPUT: The rose quartz calls over from where she's standing. "The first two and the second two are what we thought versus what actually happened! The last one makes no sense to me, though."]
>thanks
>is this the fourth rose by chance
[OUTPUT: There is one rose quartz in the room. The other two left.]
>ah
>so they thought yellow became green
>but instead yellow became blue and blue became green?
[OUTPUT: You get the feeling that's entirely incorrect.]
>well
[OUTPUT: Now what?]
>Ask for the key.
[OUTPUT: The rose quartz pulls a smoking object out of nowhere, and hands it to you. "Be careful in there, okay? I don't... *quite* know what's inside."]
>enter
[OUTPUT: How?]
>the door?
[OUTPUT: You don't even know what the key is.]
>the smoking thing
[OUTPUT: Let alone how to use it.]
>put it in the slot
[OUTPUT: Very well. You do not examine the thing, and instead attempt to just stick it in the slot. The second you touch it with your bare hands, you feel a horrific boiling sensation as your flesh begins to blister.]
>uhh
>examine it
>it's a void shard isn't it
[OUTPUT: Smoldering Medallion: A brass medallion constructed with an inbuilt ИАМОНД capacitor in the center. Blisters organic flesh upon contact with it. The thing has been worked with images of twisting serpents surrounding the circular capacitor, along with beams of circular light. Constructed by Carinian slave drones, prior to the Great Rebellion.]
[OUTPUT: *If only* you had read the description beforehand.]
>dangit eylere
>how do we even carry this
>try dousing it
[*That's for me to know, and you to find out.*]
>kekek
>inb4 ends horribly
[OUTPUT: You pour water over the medallion. The water boils and evaporates nigh-instantaneously.]
>is topaz half-organic
[OUTPUT: No.]
>topaz holds it
[OUTPUT: She does so, with no adverse effects.]
>does it fit in the door
[OUTPUT: Yes.]
>Topaz: put it in
[OUTPUT: She sticks it in. The door opens. You can see the rose quartz attempting to restrain a laugh. "Bye, good luck!"]
>...
>I wonder if this is a trap?
>uhh
>***I WONDER???***
[OUTPUT: It's a good-natured laugh, not an evil one.]
[OUTPUT: Or an insane one.]
>Whatever you say
>Head through and examine the new area.
[OUTPUT: You enter the *Astral Tower*. There's one thing in this room of interest, and that's the circular elevator pad in the center of the room.]
>do the elevator
[OUTPUT: You ascend, Topaz beside you.]
[OUTPUT: You reach the top of the tower, observing the lightless sky above, and the green hills, waters, and trees below.]
[OUTPUT: There's something floating upon the part of the tower that isn't the elevator.]
>What is it?
>inspect
[OUTPUT: It's a colorless orb. It beckons you.]
>uhh
>take picture
>...Examine it thoroughly.
[OUTPUT: You take a picture. Thanks to digitalization, you just get a photo.]
>we should have taken pictures of the slabs
[OUTPUT: The orb is entirely unadorned.]
[OUTPUT: It's slightly greater than twice as big as your head.]
>does it beakon topaz
[OUTPUT: No.]
[OUTPUT: Topaz is observing the beautiful sight below from this vantage point.]
>draw weapons, call topaz, approach
[OUTPUT: You do so. Nothing happens.]
>touch it?
[OUTPUT: *You touch the orb*.]
[OUTPUT: It levitates into the air further above your head.]
>touch it again
[ http://pastebin.com/9WMUEqV0 ]
[OUTPUT: The sky begins to rumble, your gem and IV-complex still burning. You are dragged out of your vision by this.]
[OUTPUT: What do you do?]
>anything else in the room?
[OUTPUT: There is nothing else atop the tower.]
>Go back.
[OUTPUT: I'm sorry, but do you think you are allowed to leave whilst the sky is rumbling?]
>uhh
>"yes"
>inspect sky
[OUTPUT: The sky cracks.]
>is this the synthesized sky
[OUTPUT: This is the standard sky of the void now.]
>the standard void cracked?
[OUTPUT: The tears spread further, *unearthly* horrific screeching blasting across the plains.]
>w h a t
>help
>I, uh
>have no idea
[OUTPUT: As far as you can see, patches of the sky are just splintering away, and disintegrating.]
[OUTPUT: The sky is falling.]
>this happened right after we touched the orb?
[OUTPUT: Right after the visions, yes.]
>run to the rose quartz.
[OUTPUT: The elevator cannot be accessed at this time.]
>DAMNIT.
>how high of a fall can we survive
>are we in danger of being HIT by the falling sky, or is it just a lightshow.
[OUTPUT: It's just a show.]
[OUTPUT: As if by an *axe shining with the reflection of the cosmos*, chunks of the sky are suddenly hacked out of existence.]
>take picture
>also with regular polaroid
>if we still have that
[OUTPUT: You get nothing but a standard picture. Thank digitalization for that. You no longer possess The Polaroid.]
>ha
>wait.
>so what we did was a DOWNGRADE?
>w h y d i d y o u t e l l u s t o d o t h i s
>DAMNIT.
[OUTPUT: No, you got a much greater reward.]
>infinite photos?
[OUTPUT: In the scheme of things.]
>alright then.
[OUTPUT: Anyhow, the sky.]
>"set it to take a photo every second so we miss no achievements"
[OUTPUT: It's being destroyed.]
[OUTPUT: Suddenly, it all just... evaporates away.]
[OUTPUT: Behind *The Veil* of ignorance you so long thought to be fact lies untold cosmic beauty.]
>what
>.........
>did the countdown
>run out
[OUTPUT: Not yet.]
>WHEN
[OUTPUT: Two days.]
>oh okay
[OUTPUT: You suddenly realize that THE VOID was a farce held up by a monument of war, and that you were in the real world all along.]
[OUTPUT: The real world? Really? Huh.]
[OUTPUT: You marvel at the beauty of reality, and enjoy the fact that you aren't trapped in another dimension after all.]
[OUTPUT: The elevator clicks.]
>...
>go down
[OUTPUT: You return to the wooden structure. The rose quartz gives you a knowing smile.]
>well.
>"That was. Something."
>see how topaz is doing, while you're at it.
>did topaz also see the sky explode
>or was it always like that for her
[OUTPUT: She's in shock. As for your comment, the rose quartz responds with a "I would hope so."]
[OUTPUT: You feel that elsewhere in reality, a phoenix and a demon gaze upon the sky, and rejoice, for all is easier, whilst a scorched queen of a dying empire grows yet more afraid, accelerating a Project.]
>wait a second
>...
>huh
>did that happen for everyone
[OUTPUT: Yes.]
>o h
[OUTPUT: The sky has fallen.]
>"where's chicken little"
>Wow
[OUTPUT: Please enter command.]
>anything else of interest here
[OUTPUT: You don't think so.]
>hey rose, i know you can see this
>anything else of interest
[OUTPUT: The rose quartz smiles politely.]
>ha
[OUTPUT: What now?]
>let's just head off
>thanks, rose
>say that in character too
[OUTPUT: Her smile widens. "Oh, you're welcome! Do come back soon! And when I say come back, I mean that we'll be the ones following you into your return home."]
>Okay then.
>Keep moving forward.
>new party member?
[OUTPUT: No. You return to the ship. Cyan and Charoite are outside, freaking out at the fact that the sky is dead.]
>rip
>it's a void how was there supposed to be sky
>ɸʒɯθ'ʢɑʁ ʝoβ'θɯθ'ɣoʁx
[OUTPUT: "Did... did you do this?"]
>or rather a nonvoid
>the void covered the sky
>that's dumb
>"Do what"
>"I touched an orb."
[OUTPUT: Cyan rolls her eyes. "You definitely did it. We aren't complaining."]
>"This is why we touch orbs."
[OUTPUT: "This looks much prettier."]
[OUTPUT: Would you like to plot a course to the *SIGMA SECTOR*.]
>ye
[OUTPUT: You all do so, and set off.]
[OUTPUT: Would you like to save your game?]
>Y
>yesy
[OUTPUT: Saving...]
[OUTPUT: Saving...]
[OUTPUT: Game saved and quit successfully. Thanks for playing.]