[S]Heorot: Enter

* unyieldingIris began pestering terminusCharger
<unyieldingIris> UI: are youu ready?
<terminusCharger> TC: ----> MY WHOLE VILLAGE IS DRUGGED IN MY HOME, SO I GUESS SO?
<unyieldingIris> UI: what?
<terminusCharger> TC: ----> I FEEL SURPRISINGLY OKAY. SOMEONE DRUGGED THE MEAD.
<terminusCharger> TC: ----> IT'S NOT IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW, WE CAN SORT IT OUT LATER.
<terminusCharger> TC: ----> FOR NOW, MY LADY, I THINK WE NEED TO FOCUS ON THE MATTER AT HAND.
<unyieldingIris> UI: riight
<unyieldingIris> UI: youu need to ruun the cliient verssiion of SCratch
<unyieldingIris> UI: ii'llll ruun the server and connect to youu
<terminusCharger> TC: ----> ALRIGHT.
<terminusCharger> You go to our computer. The game is conveniently downloaded. You hit RUN.
<Ken> Okay, which one?
<terminusCharger> Client.
<Ken> You click it, and it brings up some technical Jargon in a black box.
<terminusCharger> You attempt to scan it for the important bits.
<Ken> Well, you can try it.
<Ken> Roll engineering?
<terminusCharger> !roll 1d20
<Tyche[Dice]> (1d20) [11] : {11}
<Ken> You manage to pick out some pieces.
<Ken> Mostly, you need a server to go any further.
<Ken> Someone who is conspicuously absent.
* unyieldingIris runs the server programs again and enters "terminusCharger"
<terminusCharger> You try typing in unyieldingIris into the server slot, and hitting enter
<Ken> Heorot, it pops up with a prompt that asks if you want to accept unyieldingiris
<Ken> Typing in her name in server brings back an error message.
<terminusCharger> You hit accept, closing out the error message.
<Ken> The client closes, and Laviil sees a room with a giant boar just sitting in the corner and a male troll next to a computer.
<unyieldingIris> UI: okay, ii can ssee youu now
<unyieldingIris> UI: thiiss iiss good
* unyieldingIris messes around and looks for the menu
<terminusCharger> TC: ----> SEE ME?
<terminusCharger> He gives a tentative wave at the sky.
<unyieldingIris> UI: yess
<Ken> The menu is there, and the options that your server placed for you are there.
<unyieldingIris> UI: iit'ss ssuupossed to happen
<Ken> As well as move, and some other sim like options.
* unyieldingIris starts placing the machines down, being careful not to squish anything
<terminusCharger> TC: ----> EXCELLENT THEN. SO WHAT'S NEXT?
<unyieldingIris> UI: youu have to uusse thesse machiiness to enter the game
* Ken has quit (Quit: http://www.kiwiirc.com/ - A hand crafted IRC client)
* Waste_Of_Space ([email protected]) has joined
* Waste_Of_Space is now known as Ken
<Ken> (Where were we)
<unyieldingIris> ((I'm telling Heorot how to enter))
<terminusCharger> ((Also where is all the machines? In his bedroom, outside or in the mead hall?))
<unyieldingIris> ((Cruxtruder in the room, Lathe and Alchemiter in the mead hall))
<Ken> Okay, continue.
<terminusCharger> TC: ----> EXCELLENT!
<terminusCharger> TC: ----> BUT UH, HOW DO I USE THEM?
<unyieldingIris> UI: youu have to tuurn the handle on the Cruxtruder, puut ssomethiing iin the orb that comess ouut, take one of the cylliinderss and uusse the other machiiness wiith iit
<terminusCharger> TC: ----> ALRIGHT! LET'S TRY IT.
<terminusCharger> You go to turn the handle on the Cruxtruder.
<Ken> ROLL STRENGTH
<terminusCharger> !roll 1d20+2
<Tyche[Dice]> (1d20+2) [2+2] : {4}
<Ken> You attempt to push it, and only manage to send yourself into an asthma attack.
<terminusCharger> You put your hands atop your head and try to force yourself through it. Gah, not now!
<terminusCharger> Deep breaths!
<Ken> Roll endurance.
<terminusCharger> !roll 1d20+1
<Tyche[Dice]> (1d20+1) [2+1] : {3}
<terminusCharger> (MY TRASH LUCK CONTINUES)
<terminusCharger> (I WOULD RATHER BE DRUNK THAN THIS GOOD GOD)
<Ken> You manage not to die, but it takes you a good thirty seconds to get a hold of yourself, meanwhile, the boar just shoves his tusks against it slightly and a bunch of dowels and a kernelsprite the color of Heorots text pop out.
<terminusCharger> You give your Boardad an appreciative pat. Good Lusus. Best Friend.
<Ken> The timer is down from three minutes to two and three.
<terminusCharger> You grab a dowel and move out into the mead hall.
<terminusCharger> TC: ----> WHAT NEXT?
<Ken> Becore decides that now is the perfect time to wander over and see what's going on.
<Ken> "Hey.. Heorot what is that?"
<unyieldingIris> UI: puut ssomethiing iinto the orb
<unyieldingIris> UI: iidealllly not youur own body
<Ken> She seems to have a better grasp of herself but is still clearly effected.
<terminusCharger> "PART OF A GAME I'M SUPPOSED TO PLAY? IT'S PRETTY URGENT, CAN I TELL YOU WHEN I'M DONE, MY LADY?"
<Ken> "No." She says, leaning against the dowel and grabbing it. "Where have you been? This is your party."
<terminusCharger> "A STRANGER ON THE INTERNET TOLD ME WE'RE ABOUT TO GET CRUSHED BY METEORS SO I NEED TO PLAY THIS GAME TO SAVE US SOMEHOW. IT WILL BE DONE IN ABOUT THREE MINUTES, IF THE TIMER WAS ANYTHING TO GO BY."
<terminusCharger> "IT SOUNDS CRAZY BUT BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY?"
<Ken> !roll 1d20+1 to comprehend the severity of the situation.
<Tyche[Dice]> (1d20+1) [3+1] : {4}
<terminusCharger> (oh noooooo)
<Ken> Becore is too drunk, and says with a 'Whoo~'
<Ken> "Yeah drink more!"
<Ken> And she grabs on with her 3 in strength.
<Ken> You are now trapped between a woman and a meteor.
<Ken> What do you do?
<terminusCharger> (tyche be with me)
<terminusCharger> !roll 1d20+1 for Persuasion
<Tyche[Dice]> (1d20+1) [17+1] : {18}
<terminusCharger> "MY LADY, DO YOU NOT TRUST ME? I WILL BE BACK IN A MERE MOMENT TO FEAST WITH YOU?"
<Ken> She nods along, as if that was the plan all along. "Oh yeah. Sure. Sounds good."
<Ken> And she lets go to sit at a table with all the other drunk people.
* unyieldingIris pokes Heorot with the punched captchalogue card she hasn't deployed yet
<terminusCharger> TC: ----> WHAT SHOULD I PUT IN?
<terminusCharger> He grabs the card.
<unyieldingIris> UI: iit'ss uup to youu
<terminusCharger> TC: ----> WHAT's THIS FOR?
<unyieldingIris> UI: lliike ii ssaiid before, youur own body iiss probablly the onlly bad iidea
<terminusCharger> TC: ----> OKAY, UH. SURE.
<terminusCharger> You go outside, grab the sprintbeast hide, and throw it into the ball of light.
<Ken> The what.
<terminusCharger> The sprintbeast that got impaled earlier for the feast
<Ken> Oh yeah!
<Ken> You throw it in and a big flash of light occurs.
<Ken> When your vision clears, you see a SPRINT BEAST THAT'S BEEN HEALED.
<Ken> IT IS NOW AN ALIVE SPRINT BEAST
<Ken> This is false.
<Ken> It's actually just a head.
<unyieldingIris> UI: huuh
<Ken> And it glares at you.
<Ken> A large bang sounds out as the hive shakes.
<Ken> Time limit, right.
<unyieldingIris> UI: Heorot, youu have to huurry!
<terminusCharger> TC: ----> OKAY, NOW WHAT!!
<unyieldingIris> UI: thiiss iiss bad
<terminusCharger> TC: ----> I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!
<terminusCharger> TC: ----> WHERE DOES THE DOWEL GO!
<unyieldingIris> UI: youu uusse iit and the card wiith the Totem Lathe
<unyieldingIris> UI: the thiin machiine ii puut down
<terminusCharger> He hurries inside and does just that.
<Ken> A large group of friends scream as a meteor lands on their table, killing a few.
<Ken> The Dowel is carved, revealing a weird bottle shape.
<terminusCharger> You put the carved dowel in the last machine, activating it.
<Ken> You slam it down, clock ticking as you do.
<Ken> Come on.. Come on..
<Ken> It takes awhile to show up, but THERE.
<Ken> It's a mirror?
<terminusCharger> You look into it.
<Ken> The mirror..
<Ken> You see yourself.
<Ken> You see Becora.
<Ken> You see your friends.
<Ken> You see so many lives, and how they could all end right here.
<Ken> But most of all, you see the Imperial Condescension, laughing at something off a ways.
<Ken> Everything goes white.
<Ken> When your vision clears, you are still in the mess hall.
<Ken> Some of your friends were hit by meteors, but a lot of people came out okay..
<Ken> What now?
<terminusCharger> You survey the damage, checking to see if the wounded will make it and who can be helped.
<Ken> The people who were hit are dead, and the people who were not are fine..
<Ken> No real wounded to speak of, miraculously.
<terminusCharger> You can't help but feel guilt for those who died. If you could have just been stronger...
<terminusCharger> No matter then, time to survey the physical damage. You look outside.
<Ken> Well..
<Ken> It looks a lot better outside than in.
<Ken> When you glimpse it, you see a large amount of Mirrors scattered about on hilltops and mountains. This is clearly not Alternia anymore, but some areas look.. Similar?
<Ken> It's as if someone took a bunch of different places that already existed and mashed them into one place.
<Ken> You see a reflection of a city, a reflection of an ocean, and a reflection of where you used to live.
<Ken> Welcome, Heorot, to the Land of Timelines and Mirrors.
<Ken> ---THE END---