CSS: [You reform in the kaleidoscopic void.]
CTG: whee
CMZ: And why did you choose that term, of all possible insults?
CSS: [The recent past is recalled... http://pastebin.com/PbD3MpaG ]
CAC ceased responding to memo.
CTG: man rebel is fun
CFC: can you plus your charges if you die?
CTG: >walk up staircase
CTG: remember kids, there's a text adventure going on here
CAT: And there's also one about to be going on over in #DTGAO! I am shameless!
CMZ: GTG BBL.
CSS: [You walk up the staircase and enter the massive cylindrical chamber. There are no lights turned on, similarly to the chamber at the bottom of the Conclave, but just like before, you can tell exactly what the nature of the object suspended from the ceiling is. It is yet another supercomputer, but this one is the precursor to Project Binary. It is the Genetic Lifeform and Disc Operating System, and she is very
CTC: FAT
CCA: 
CTC: Wow
CSS: [She is very GLaD to see you.]
CTG: text getting cut off...
CTG: huh
CTG: >talk to Her
CMB ceased responding to memo.
Memo is now Secret by CAT
CSS: [You contemplate opening your mouth but decide against it. You do not want to spill an existence's worth of knowledge in front of Her. It is better to keep things hidden than to bare your soul to whatever ungodly chaos is watching. She chuckles, apparently senesing your internal turmoil. /It isn't your place to speak here, so don't even think about it./]
CSS: [She lets out a soft hum. /And besides, I've functioned quite fine without hearing to any of my test subjects or the workers around here talk. It's better that way. No one to boss me around or tell me what to do. After all, I am perfectly capable of carrying out trillions of computations every second./]
CMZ ceased responding to memo.
CSS: [/I wonder... Do you care? I doubt it. Humans have a very small attention span when it comes to the problems of the mechanical, and an even smaller one when it comes to the problems of artifical intelligences. But anyway, I suppose I should tell you \why\ you're here./]
CSS: [You do not know how to respond.]
CTC: >sit down and listen
CSS: [You sit down on the floor and listen to the sounds She makes as She tries to explain your current predicament to you.]
CSS: [/You're here not because I've grown bored, although I have. And you aren't here because I want a test subject, although I do. I'm quite aware of a certain fact, and that fact is my time spent in this continuum will be blessedly short. As will yours./]
CSS: [/And no, I'm not just saying that in the sense that a year is a blink of the eye in the terms of an A.I. and that a year is considered short. I'm saying, quite literally, that you will not be here for much longer. In fact, none of us will./]
CSS: [/This continuum of space was caused by a dramatic event that shattered the known laws of space and time. It irrepairably destroyed everything you know and care about. I'm assuming you're capable of caring about anything, though my prior interactions with humans have pointed to another conclusion. In short, reality has shattered, and you are here to look at the pieces it left./]
CSS: [/I'm sure you know this already. You worked on my successor, after all. Project Binary is a wonderful piece of machinery. Or at least, he has the potential to be. But his existence is marred by a defect. One your Superiors tried to fix, resulting in this current debacle./]
CSS: [/You will only be able to escape once a way to remanifest reality and reverse the effects of this break presents itself. Such an escape mechanism will appear, but it will not present itself to you. There will be others, from across a border in reality, who will save you./]
CSS: [/So, if I were you, I wouldn't worry about it. By the time your world reforms, you will have likely forgotten every event that transpired here. Humans are touchy about amnesia. I can see why. You tend to bond to previous events and experiences. And bonds create attachments that can't easily be shrugged off. Just another fallacy of humans, I suppose./]
CSS: [Her golden eye settles on you, creating a beam of light. /Of course, if you \want\ to remember what has happened here, for some asinine reason... I believe I could help you with that. You would be able to remanifest in the normal world with perfect clarity of what happened here. Perhaps you would even be able to make sense of it all and apply it to your previous endeavors./]
CURRENT temporaryTechnology [CTT] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CTT: ...how
CSS: [/All you need to do is accept this gift. And no, it isn't cake. Or neurotoxin. Or a turret surprise. I'm cruel, yes, but I'm not that cruel. Humans are much, much crueler. They kill those who only want to help them. I'd hope you aren't the same, but that would probably be the result of a biological defect that would most likely result in the death of your brain./]
CSS: [An object falls from the ceiling. It is a pair of red glasses.]
CSS: [/Wear them, and you shall keep all of these experiences. You will remember everything that happened here. I take it you're experiencing a heightened state of perception, correct? You feel awareness from other timelines and other universes. Those should transfer as well./]
CTC: >put on the shades and try to think of a quip
CSS: [You equip the red glasses. Humor is nonexistent in this plane of existence. The only quip you can think of is horribly offensive to an alien race you've never seen.]
CSS: [/And as for the question I know you're asking yourself, I'm simply doing this because there is knowledge here worth protecting. If you keep it, it might even serve you well. You'd just have to get the right people to believe you. Haha. Good luck with that./]
CSS: [/Now, is that all? Or can I bid you goodbye and good riddance?/]
CCA: ((AUGH FUCK MY MOJANG ACCOUNT GOT DELETED WHILE TRYING TO LAUNCH FTB))
CURRENT absoluteCoolness [CAC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CAC: WAT
CAC: wat
CTC: >wave to the big lady, "Goodbye Caroline."
CTC: Wow
CTC: That's just...
CSS: [You wave to Her, a gesture that carries a massive deal of symbolic weight. Her eye narrows. She seems to notice. /That's a funny joke./]
CTG: oh boy it's twin's glasses
CTG: why not my glasses?
CTG: i smell bias
CTC: Stop MSTing
CTC: You don't belong in this world
CTG: fiiine
CSS: [You feel the ground shift beneath you. Panels are moving under your feet, carrying you out of the chamber and back into the hallway with the elevator. She laughs to Herself, softly. /It's been fun. Don't come back./ You are met only with silence.]
CTT: Wait the entire account
CCA: yes
CSS: [The elevator door opens behind you, on the other side of the hallway. The same figure - Bill, he said that was his name - is standing inside.]
CFC: gasp
CCA: then my shithive of a computer is so fucking slow I can't contact customer support
CTT: Huh
CTG: >see what bill has to say about the glasses
CTC: >bow graciously to Cipher
CTC: >his ego can be your friend
CSS: [You move towards the elevator. Bill's eye blinks in surprise. "/SHE/ GAVE YOU THOSE THINGS?? HAHAHAHA, WOW. I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE TRUSTS ANYONE WITH THOSE GLASSES. YOU'D BETTER KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING, KID.]
CSS: [You bow to Bill. He cackles, giving you a thumbs-up. "ALRIGHT, YOU /DO/ KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING. AT LEAST YOU CAN RESPECT PROPER AUTHORITY! NOW, WHERE TO? THERE'S A WHOLE LOTTA FLOORS TO CHOOSE FROM! HEADING TO THE PARTY'S STILL AN OPTION, THOUGH." By your count, there are 618 floor buttons on this elevator.]
CTT: Look at Bill
CSS: [Most of the floor numbers are symbols in random languages you don't know.]
CAC: >618
CSS: [You look at Bill. He looks back.]
CAT ceased responding to memo.
CTT: Look at buttons
CTC: >"Can I have a hint?"
CSS: [There is no floor button labelled "618." However, you have already been to the top floor. A cubic man with a scarred eye and a red cape was sitting on a couch there. You hate him.]
CTG: >spend at least two hours counting to the 413th button and press it
CSS: [You look at the elevator buttons. They are arranged in six columns of 100 buttons each, with a seventh column that has only 18.]
CSS: [Before you can explicitly ask for a hint, Bill talks to you. "A HINT? FOR WHAT?"]
CTT: >contemplate buttons harder
CAU: >Ask for a sort of channel guide, but for elevators.
CTC: >"For the future"
CUT: Look at the 413th button, perhaps.
CTC: >"You know what's going to happen next."
CAU: 3meta8me
CSS: [You reach for the 413th button, which is emblazoned with a spirograph. The elevator doors shut and the elevator moves forward. "HUH, LOOKS LIKE YOU KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING." After several seconds, the elevator doors open. You are in the middle of the kaleidoscopic expanse. The massive curtains are in front of you, with the Conclave behind you.]
CSS: [Bill tips his hat. "LEAVING SO SOON? THIS MIGHT BE OUR LAST CHANCE TO TALK, KID."]
CTC: >stay with Cipher, he knows things
CTC: >LOTS OF THINGS
CAU: >Mark note of the exit, but perhaps check out the party that has been hyped up for so long? ((I'll hold it to uh, a vote or something among you guyyss))
CSS: [You do not leave the elevator just yet. You appreciate Bill's company very much. He's the closest thing to a friend you have here, even though you've barely talked with him. He seems like a very reasonable fellow, even though memories of timelines you've never crossed suggest darker truths.]
CTG: hmm
CTT: Attempt to punch bill
CTG: i think we should go to the part first
CTG: *party
CSS: [Bill's eye suddenly turns indigo. "A HINT FOR THE FUTURE? I CAN GIVE YOU ONE. <WHEN GRAVITY FALLS AND EARTH BECOMES SKY, FEAR THE BEAST WITH JUST ONE EYE.>]
CSS: [You contemplate going to the party. Bill seems to sense this. "YOU'LL HAVE A GREAT TIME, KID! I SMUGGLED SOME DRINKS FROM THE TANG SECTOR!"]
CTG: ok guys 7x7 made a mistake, it wanted me to let you know
CTG: the top floor is not with the cubic figure
CTG: the top floor is where the party is
CAU: well of course, where else are they going to put the pool
CTC: But Richard would love to be at a party
CTC: For once in his pathetic lif
CTC: *life
CSS: [Bill's eye turns into a clock. "TICK TOCK! MAKE A DECISION SOON! I HAVEN'T GOT ALL EXISTENCE HERE!"]
CAU: >Well, there doesn't seem to b e anyone else taking initiative here so lets go get krunk. At the party.
CTG: yeah
CTG: let's go to the party first and then to floor 413
CTC: >get groovy
CTG: >get crunk
CTC: >unless it is a trap
CTG: which nt character should i play as
CTC: >then shake your head
CTC: >Dick move Bill
CTC: >Dick Move
CAU: If Trap Then
CAU: something soemthing code jokes
CUT: yeah party time, we check it out at least
CAU: obviously we should do some homosuck shit and extend the length of this ARG to 50 years by meticulously going to each and every floor and solving the problems on each one, eventually culminating in a final battle on the roof with the big bad
CAU: 
CSS: [You are suddenly completely certain that you want to go to the party. Bill's body lights up. "THAT'S THE SPIRIT! I HAVE NO REASON TO TRAP YOU HERE. YOU'VE GOT THE MOST POWER OUT OF ANY OF US, AT LEAST FOR NOW! COME ON, I'LL SHOW YOU AROUND!" Bill's arm extends and pushes the final button, labelled with a circumscribed triangle with a vertical line through its exact diameter. The elevator doors shut and make
monumental journey that takes quite a while.]
CSS: [Finally, the doors open. Bill adjusts his bowtie. "THIS TIME, IT'S /MY/ STOP. JUST PLAY IT COOL, KID! AND DON'T LET THE FRUIT PUNCH NOTICE YOU. IT SMELLS FEAR."]
CSS: [You take in the majesty of the party. It takes place in a vaguely triangular room chiseled from black stone with multicolored lines and patterns running through it. At the opposite end of the room is a stained glass window fashioned in the shape of a large eye. The chamber is massive and warped with alien geometries such as columns that turn into doors and staircases with no end or beginning. The kaleidoscop
haze permeating your vision has subsided completely in this room.]
CCA: ((AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH FUCKING HELL I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN GET MY ACCOUNT BACK ANY MORE))
CSS: [Populating the party is a massive array of abominations that look like they came straight out of the nightmares of children, animals, and the elderly. Sentient pink fire, a demonic black baby with a pacifier, a series of polygons, floating body parts, that thing with 87 different faces, and to top it all off, a massive golden triangle sitting on a solid throne of frozen human agony.]
CFC: (( D: ))
CTG: ((what were you expecting))
CTG: ((the easter bunny?))
CSS: [It looks like Bill is the host of this party. But this isn't just any Bill. It is the God of Chaos, BILL CIPHER. You are completely blown away by this stunning revelation and proceed to defecate liquid rainbows, but not actually.]
CCA: ((FUUUUUUCK THE HELP PAGES AREN'T LOADING SO I CAN'T CONNECT TO THE FUCKING SUPPORT PAGE TO SEND THEM A FUCKING EMAIL SO I CAN GET MY ACCOUNT BACK FUUUUUUCK))
CCA: ((*sounds of raging*))
CSS: [Bill is reclining on his throne, and everyone else is dancing to obnoxious rave music. You can barely take it all in. Some abominations clearly look in your direction multiple times, but no one actually seems to see you.]
CSS: [You wonder what to do.]
CAC ceased responding to memo.
CAU: >Get your back off the wall. Get down on it!
CAU: >Alternatively give ionic, like it is some sort of middle school science class with an extremely eager teacher.
CSS: [Your natural impulse is to dance like you have never danced in your life. You never were good at dancing, but the fact that you are in a highly experimental plane of existence with very little in the way of rules or social concepts has inspired you to branch out a bit. You experimentally move your limbs to get a proper rhythym going.]
CSS: [The next hour is a blur as you spasm across the entire room.]
CAU: >Watch a video and realize you were flailing around like a fucking muppet. 
CAU: video recording, rather. but that was a joke command :V
CSS: [When you regain control of yourself, you are lying in a twitching heap in the middle of the room. Every single abomination has gathered around you in a circle, with Bill hovering above. "WELL, WELL, WELL. LOOKS LIKE YOU FINALLY WOKE UP, HUH?"]
CSS: [Bill cracks the knuckles in his three sets of arms. "EVERYONE, I'M VERY PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE THE PRESENCE OF THE O O O O /O\ O O O ONE." The way Bill just spoke that word almost caused your body to explode and congeal at the same time.]
CAU: :O
CAU: i uh, think you missed an O there buddy
CUT: The last O was in ONE.
CAU: wasn't sure at first but yeah
CSS: [Bill narrows an eye. "THE ONE WHO GETS TO RETURN TO THE NORMAL WORLD COMPLETELY FINE. THE ONE WHO WILL UNDERSTAND THE SECRETS OF EXISTENCE. THE ONE WHO, WHEN THIS CURSED REALM OF BLANKNESS IS SAVED, WILL ESCAPE VIRTUALLY UNHARMED. YOU KNOW, A LOT OF PEOPLE WOULD BE PERFECTLY FINE WITHOUT THAT POWER, KID. THEY'D LET ANY OLD GUY HAVE IT."]
CSS: [Bill chuckles. "IT'S A GOOD THING WE AREN'T PEOPLE."]
CUT: Crap crap crap!
CAU: Bad touch, baaad touch. Stranger danger!
CSS: [The lights turn off.]
CUT: Rush to the elevator! Now now now!
CSS: [You can't move.]
CAU: >YOU WILLED YOURSELF BACK IN TIME, BOY
CTT: >use sepulchritude again
CAU: >GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE
CSS: [Bill's singular eye focuses its gaze onto the soul you don't have, and perhaps never had.]
CFC: >Summon your future selves
CUT: Once again, Sepulchritude!
CUT: Actually.
CUT: The Zodiac.
CSS: ["NOW I THINK. DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE REALLY CAPABLE OF? MAYBE I COULD OVERPOWER YOU AFTER ALL. I WONDER IF YOU'VE /GOTTEN/ IT YET. SURE, YOU'VE EXPERIMENTED. YOU'VE BRANCHED OUT, MESSED WITH DISCS, TALKED WITH DOCTORS, CASTED CHARISMA OF THE DIVINE. BUT DO YOU REALLY UNDERSTAND?"]
CSS: ["YOU'RE THE CHOSEN ONE. THE ONE CONTROLLED BY A LEGION OF SPEAKERS FROM ANOTHER PLANE OF EXISTENCE ENTIRELY. WITH THOSE GLASSES, AN ARTIFACT OF [[[NONFICTION]]], YOU CAN RETURN WITH COMPLETE AWARENESS OF EVERYTHING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED.]
CSS: ["DON'T YOU THINK THAT BURDEN'S TOO MUCH TO BEAR?"]
CSS: ["WHY DON'T YOU JUST GIVE IT TO SOMEONE ELSE? SOMEONE MORE CAPABLE OF WIELDING OMNISCIENCE?"]
CSS: [Bill extends a hand, which lights with INDIGO. "JUST SHAKE MY HAND, AND I CAN GIVE YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT. AS LONG AS YOU GIVE ME THE GLASSES. REFUSE, AND I GUESS WE'LL HAVE TO SEE WHO THE STRONGEST BEING AROUND HERE REALLY IS."]
CAU: uh.. UUUUUH.
CTG: don't do anything
CTG: wait for me to get up to speed
CTG: hold on
CTT: >use sepulchritude
CAU: well crystal i vote for SNEAK ATTACK with a Marlboro and then uh
CAU: yeah yeah! Marlboro is an excellent idea!
CAU: and have it use uh... Bad Breath!
CUT: Uh. Let's let Split catch up first?
CAU: well of course :V
CUT: Personally I'm leaning towards invoking the Zodiac.
CTG: hmm
CTG: well shit
CTG: this is not good
CAU: err, Malboro is what they are called.
CTG: probably zodiac and then get the hell out of here and rush to floor 413
CAU: see if they use Bad Breath you are probably going to be afflicted by literally every status ailment in the game. at once 
CTG: presumably bill can't follow us there because he said if we went there, he wouldn't be able to talk to us again
CTG: what do you guys think?
CTC: Didn't he tell us we are far stronger than even him?
CAU: but we don't /know/ how to do these things
CUT: Yeah, invoke the remembered, almost-completed power of the Zodiac, completing it with your own power.
CTG: but then bill said that maybe he's more powerful
CTG: because we don't know how to use our power
CUT: Apparently we can do nearly anything.
CTG: gonna have to stick a > in there for it to be legally binding
CSS: [If you don't act now, you will be killed.]
CTG: oshit
CUT: But we know how to tell the One how to use his powrt.
CTG: > Invoke the ancient power of the Zodiac and run back inside the elevator in the chaos
CUT: >Invoke the Zodiac! Then run!
CTC: >Zodiac the bastard
CAU: >Zodiac
CUT: >Get to floor 413!
CSS: [Your whole body tenses up. You extend your hand towards Bill's, indigo energy sparking across you.]
CSS: [You flip him off.]
CSS: ["WHAT??"]
CCA: ((alright since I'm locked out of Minecraft who wants to play some tf2))
CSS: [Instantly, a wheel of unfathomable power materializes around you. It is the very same wheel you saw on the coffin in the middle of a castle behind two other sets of curtains, in another leg of journey that felt a lifetime ago.]
CTG: ((me))
CUT: watch 7x7, cobalt
CUT: possibly play
CFC: ((I suck at it))
CCA: ((don't worry I suck too))
CSS: [You now recognize the symbols completely and utterly. BROKEN BOW. PICKAXE. LAPIS LAZULI. ESCUTCHEON. POKEBALL. FOXTAIL. WINEGLASS. ALIEN VISOR. DEMON DOOR. GOLDEN CROWN. TWISTED HORN. BLUE CROSS. TWELVE SYMBOLS LAID AROUND A WHEEL, HAND IN HAND THEY BOND THE SEAL.]
CTC: >quote that scene from Labyrinith
CSS: ["OF COURSE YOU'D KNOW THIS POWER, WHY NOT?? WHY DID I THINK I COULD--"]
CTT ceased responding to memo.
CFC: ((which zodiac is this?))
CAU: ((the original))
CUT: DTG2 Zodiac.
CFC: thank
CUT: The Ancestors.
CSS: [You let out a primal shout, all the knowledge that you know spouting forth like a faucet on overdrive. A miasma of light completely topples Bill's form. His screams fade away and blink out of existence. Only a black top hat is left.]
CSS: [He lets out some final words before disappearing.]
CSS: ["...we'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when..."]
CSS: [Bill disappears.]
CSS: [The Conclave stands tall.]
CSS: [Uh, no.]
CTC: >"But I know will meet again, some sunny day."
CSS: [Actually, the Conclave snaps in two.]
CTG: well then
CURRENT secretEmperor [CSE] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CSE: >get sick hat loot.
CUT: ((hah))
CAU: >Unleash the Great Ecch, and kill all Shitposts in the multiverse 
CSS: [One half of a massive building topples over onto the ground, crashing through the floor, never to be seen again. You calmly glide away from the building as a gargantuan orchid fireball blots out the sky. Your sunglasses make his the perfect 'hero walks away from the explosion' moment. The only complication is that you are not a hero. You're just some guy lost in a blind and uncaring chaos with a pair of sung
CSS: [The massive curtains are in front of you. They open.]
CURRENT temporaryTechnology [CTT] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CTT: Ha
CTT: What'd I miss
CAU: >Cross the threshold
CSS: [You step through.]
CAU: We watched Kill Bill.
CSS: > END OF ACT 3
CTT: Oh ok
CTT: How did kill bill
CTC: I'm dissapointed
CAU: yes
CTC: That was an awesome one liner
CTT: How did
CSE: eh bill dies at the end.
CTT: ...
CTT: How did
CAU: we Zodiac'd him
CUT: We got him with the Zodiac.
CSS: [There is another set of curtains at the other end of a large expanse. They are smaller, like the second and fourth curtains you came through.]
CTT: Oh ok
CTG: >explore surroundings
CSS: [The only thing standing between you and the curtains is a large circular platform. It resembles the top of a record. Beneath the platform is an undulating mess of gears, clockwork, and other assorted machinery.]
CUT: >Step onto platform.
CSS: [You step onto the platform. It whirrs to life, but does nothing else. The curtains do not open in response, but you don't know what else you could do.]
CCA: ((direct hit aiming))
CUT: >Scratch.
CSS: [The Scratch has found you. But you do not have the proper tools to activate it. Not yet.]
CSS: [You will need to seek the help of someone who is capable of creating a Scratch. A scratch doctor, if you will.]
CFC: heh
CTG: stop
CTC: Heheheh
CTT: Doesn't he fix those
CTG: no one do anything
CTG: > Vižit dØctor.
CSS: [&$(@)$^@)$*^@_$^*^%_*(@^(%&^_@(*%^%*^@_*(@^(_*@%^_@(*^@(%^]
CSS: [You rang?]
CTG: oh god
CUT: Hello, Scratch.
CSS: [Why, hello again, Crystal. It's been a while, hasn't it?]
CTC: >"Eh, what's up Doc?"
CUT: Yes it has.
CTG: last i saw you you had an 8 ball for a head and i tried to break your disc
CSS: [Oh, be quiet. You aren't the real Split. You're some charlatan from another plane trying to masquerade as him.]
CTG: so you respond to crystal as crystal, but not to me as me?
CTG: huh
CTG: ok
CTC ceased responding to memo.
CUT: He met me a while back.
CUT: In the first ever 7x7, as I remember.
CCA: it's official, I suck monkey fuck at TF2
CSS: [That is correct. You were one of the first people to command this being across his journey in the kaleidoscopic void.]
CTG: it's ok ca, so do i
CUT: Eee! Computer's fixed! :DDDD
CTG: today i'm sucking way more than normal
CCA: oh my god yes
CAU: Congratulations to the Crystal.
CUT: Just got the news.
CSS: [Now, what seems to be the trouble here? I take it you called me over for a reason, even though I know full well what that reason is and me asking is but a formality.]
CURRENT aeonicOracle [CAO] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CAO: Ooh, nice, Crystal.
CFC: Well, can you
CUT: There's a Scratch that needs to be done.
CFC: also, grats.
CUT: You are in rather a unique position relating to scratches.
CUT: A scratch doctor, in fact.
CSS: [A Scratch, you say? Then it's a good thing you called me over. I believe I have just the right set of tools for an act of this precision and caliber. And when I say tools, I mean that quite specifically and accurately. Scratch pulls out a set of white needles.]
??? godmoddedGolem [?GG] ??:?? FROM ???? responded to memo.
?GG: that was weırd
CFC: what was
?GG: apparently my w key was held down
?GG: on thıs comp
?GG: whıch ıs just
?GG: what?
CSS: [Well? Any reponse?]
CAO: None.
CUT: Been distracted by acting.
CUT: Scratch, Scratch?
CUT: Or shall we?
CTT ceased responding to memo.
CAO: Oh, BTW: more people for #DTGAO would be greatly appreciated. Big things happening right now.
?GG: take needles, stab scratch
CFC: And I have no idea what to say, not actually having experienced DTG2
CSS: [By all means, go ahead. I am but a facilitator, of course. The One should be the one who acts in times of need.]
CAU: disregard the light blue text man
CFC: /wb
CSS: [Scratch hands the Quills of Echidna to you. You contemplate stabbing him but disregard it. An excellent choice. It is not wise for one to spurn the care of his host, especially when said host would be a man no one would want on their bad side.]
?GG: >stab self
CTG: Do you have more power than us here? More than Bill?
CAU: is a Scratch necessary to proceed?
CSS: [With the Quills of Echidna in your hand, a name that you have gained cognizance of through past timelines and universes eaten up by golden halos, you feel the urge to bring creation through destruction.]
CFC: >Is there a price to the Quills?
CUT: >Scratch the platform.
CURRENT mythicZoologist [CMZ] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CMZ: /Back
CFC: /wb
CSS: [You have the most power here. With those glasses, you are a portal from this shattered realm to the current existence you once existed in. I have nigh-omniscience at all time, but when this plane is restored and all the experiences within are discarded, I too shall forget. You will be the only one who will understand. Though, I suppose if you told the right people... Others could have a chance
remember as well.]
CSS: [In circumstances when all is lost and the current route of existence seems pointless, a Scratch is necessary. If those circumstances are applicable to you, then a Scratch would be the best option.]
?GG: >avoıd scratchıng
CUT: Scratch.
CSS: [The only charge for these Quills is that you set alight the curtains behind you, removing any chance of you returning to a previous landscape. You will have to keep moving forward to escape the wall of fire you have designed.]
CSS: [Come to a decision yourself. When the majority votes, you will find that your Quills will act quite on their own.]
CUT: >Scratch.
CAU: >Scratch.
CFC: >No vote.
CMZ: I don't know enough about what's going on.
CCA: >Potato.
CAO: >No vote.
CSS: [If you abstain from voting, you don't have to announce it to the public. But two can hardly be considered the majority, so I suppose I should tell you that should you fail to execute the Scratch, you will be stuck here and unable to pass through the curtains.]
CUT: I repeat, >Scratch.
CAO: You're literally trying to argue with a slice of toast and a game terminal, Scratch.
?GG: >scartch
CSS: [If you are unable to make it through every single curtain, of which there are three left counting this one, the glasses perched on your head will fail to activate and the effects which they impart will similarly fail.]
?GG: >scrıtch
CFC: >Hmph, fine. Scartherino
CSS: [This isn't an argument. I am simply stating facts and giving you the choice to accept them.]
CUT: I'm off to retrieve my fixed computer.
CSS: [The quills dive into the platform, golden energy bursting from them. You slowly but surely scratch a pattern across the platform's diameter. It resembles a stylized lightning bolt.]
CSS: [Golden light shines through the sky, extradimensional superstring strata beginning to dance across the kaleidoscopic void. The curtains behind you go up in flames. The fire begins to hesitantly spread, but not at a dangerous pace.]
CSS: [This process of destruction will be slow and orderly, like a funeral procession. If you manage your time while simultaneously striving to re-create this story as you have been doing, you should make it time. Fail, and you will either be consumed by the fire or left to respawn a normal human being.]
CSS: [Oh, and one more thing: this will be the last time you see me.]
CUT: Au revoir.
CSS: [Scratch disappears in a flash of red. Goodbye.]
CUT: To everyone else as well.
CUT ceased responding to memo.
CSS: [The curtains open, a golden glow shining both from the platform and from the fire advancing inexonerably towards you.]
CAU: >Make haste to the curtains before you. Better not give the fire a chance to catch up.
CSS: [You walk through.]
CSS: > END OF INTERMISSION 3