====> " [S] Ross: Enter "

 -- archimedesPotager [APBegins pestering paramornalDirigible [PD--
 AP: I trust this message finds you in high spirits?
 PD: Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
 AP: I will take that as a yes.
 PD: This 'game' uses the same spying tech the government has been moving for years.
 PD: You can click on shit and manipulate the environment to your will like unto a god.
 PD: And then there's a goddamn meteor and a free trip to fantasy land.
 Your name is Ross Eberhardt. Your interests include HISTORY, Cryptography, Conspiracy Theories, Dressing up and pretending to be a woman, and Steampunk, though none of that really matters to you right now because you're freaking the fuck out.
 PD: I've had a couple of shots of mom's favorite stress relief. When it hits my bloodstream I'll be sober enough to deal with this.
 PD: Wait shit drunk in hostile lava alternate dimension is probably bad idea.
 AP: Now now, you may want to lie down for a moment.
 PD: There's a time.
 PD: A timer. We gotta hurry.
 AP: Have a few eggs, that get's me up in the morning.
 PD: Come to think of it I didn't have breakfast.
 AP: Raw. And some coffee.
 PD: Does a hangover cure work if you do it before you have a hangover?
 AP: Well I once new a man who would do this amazing thing with a slap of beef and some laundry detergent...No wait he died of a heart attack a few days latter...
 PD: Whatever, look at PP's file and do what it says.
 PD: I'm going to put a shirt on, get something to eat, and find my wrench.
 AP: Best to be prepared.
 PD: You are, uh, installing the files right?
 AP: I am going to leaving now. It seems like the higher powers don't want us to speak.
 PD: D:
 Ross looks like a puppy that doesn't want to be left alone.
 AP: And by that I mean, a Starbuck's employee wants me to get off the doorstep.
 PD: Oh.
 AP: I will only be a moment.
 -- archimedesPotager has ceased pestering paranormalDirigible --
* archimedesPotager retrieve bit-o-honey from pockets.
* archimedesPotager chew thoughtfully.
 Ross gets a shirt on with a picture of a zeppellin, surrounded by turning gears and backlit by fire. It's pretty badass. Goes into the kitchen, replaces the bottle.
 French toast is made.
 "Last meal on Earth, eh?"
 "Meteorites? Strange lands? It seems like I'm back  in the usual unusual territory..."
* archimedesPotager Walks into the back alley of the Starbucks.
 "Oh, there's the wrench."
* ~paranormalDirigible chews thoughtfully.
* archimedesPotager sets up his laptop on a dumpster and sits down comfortably on an alley cat.
 "God damn it!"
 "Off with you pest!"
 Ross decides to give a look out your window to check for meteors. The sky is lit with portals.
 "Uh-oh."
* archimedesPotager looks up.
 "We're gonna need a bigger boat."
 The sky is mostly dark in Hoboken
 Ross resorts to the only movie quote that might be vaguely applicable.
 "...And the sky will burn with fire..."
 It occurs to your server player that he should begin deploying the equipment.
* archimedesPotager retrieves coffee from Starbucks trash can
 Coupla sample swings with the wrench to the drywall.
* archimedesPotager stirs in 5 sugar cubes.
* archimedesPotager launches game.
 "Catchy..."
* archimedesPotager whistles along
 Ross' house shakes. The crashing of meteors can be heard in the distance.
 Ross, at a lack of anything better to do during the end of the world, tackles the massive dirty dish pile in the sink.
 "C'mon, Joe...."
 [S] Joseph: Hoboian jungle.
* ~paranormalDirigible paces the kitchen.
* archimedesPotager picks up one of ross's shoes.
 PD: You back yet?
 AP: Oh hey, I can see your house from here.
 AP: maybe you should tidy up a bit?
 PD: We just moved in. Two years ago. Not everything's unpacked yet.
 "I guess, uh.."
 More crashes. The meteor storm is growing closer.
 PD: I guess you need some space to work?
 AP: Well, I do believe it is time for me to unpack, hmm?
* archimedesPotager tosses the kitchen table out the window.
 AP: There we are.
 "The fuck!?!"
 "I was going to move the boxes!"
 AP: Nice and tidy.
 You cannot beat Ross Eberhardt in an indignant-off. He is simply the best there is.
* archimedesPotager tosses those out of the window too.
 Ross surrenders to the inevitable.
 Ross grabs a box, gets tossing.
 "Stupid goddamn lousy car parts."
 "Hmmm..."
 "Could use a larger kitchen..."
* archimedesPotager extends the kitchen. Depleting BUILD GRIST.
 There is enough room to deploy the fleet of equipment now. More than enough. That was 200 build grist.
 AP: Like what I've done with the place?
 PD: Actually....yeah.
 AP: Could always need more space for food.
 PD: Not sure if Mom would be.
 AP: Bah, now she can hold larger meals.
 AP: Or a banquet.
 PD: Thanksgiving will be epic.
 PD: Oh god we won't live till thanksgiving the meteors are gonna take ita ll.
 AP: Let's put in the new appliances?
 PD: Big kitchen, big appliances.
 More crashes. Oh my.
* archimedesPotager Deploys the whole lot. From smallest to largest.
 "...And...Won't be needed this outdated thing..."
 The Cruxtruder reads "00:81.8"
* archimedesPotager lifts refrigerator.
 Ross dumps the punch card in Totem Lathe.
* archimedesPotager fridges the Hell out of the Cruxtruder.
 "Yes!"
 AP: Sorry, am I wasting food?
 The Kernalsprite jumps out of the Cruxtruder, it phases through the fridge as it falls. A flash comes rom inside the fridge.
 AP: ...What?
 The sprite emerges as a catfish icon. It has X's on its eyes.
 "Oh god."
 "Shit. I was gonna eat that."
 Hardly, it was already 3 weeks old.
 "Okay whatever I'll deal with you later tasty."
 Ross glares at the tasty fishy kernel, and cranks dat wheel.
 Lets gets some crux on.
 Cruxtruder: 40... 39... 38...
 "Huh... dowel goes in the lathe."
 The totem is carved
 Wobbly carved thing goes in the alchemiter!
* archimedesPotager attempts to place Nazi unicorn into sprite.
 A meteor crashes through the roof and destroyed the peice of art.
 Everything else is strangely unharmed.
 'SHIT WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?'
 The alchemeter produces its item. A glowing orange pocket watch.
 "Huh. A watch."
* archimedesPotager attempt to place dan brown novel in sprite.
 The book falls through the sprite.
 Ross grabs the pocket watch, clicks it open, examines the time.
 The time is stuck at 8:18
 Ross nods solemnly, and winds the watch. "Farewell, Earth. You kinda sucked, but you were pretty cool too."
 An orange light envelops you, you see faint images during your jouney to a far away land. Railroad tracks, monolothic and rusted towers, a cloudy abyss. A voice whispers in your head. "The Land of Plight and Sky"