In which Lysander enters

<yzabtech> ==START==
<yzabtech> Both of you have a button on your screen form Sburb. "Confirm player entry segment [UE->MS]?"
<yzabtech> from*
<yzabtech> SABRX*
* Lysander_Bel ... continues to have pressed the Accept button?
<yzabtech> Good job. And you, Marcus?
<unstableEquilibrium> Marcus already did.
<yzabtech> Wonderful.
<yzabtech> Marcus gets another message from Euclid.
<yzabtech> "It appears you are now in the role of a server player. May the odds be in your favor."
<unstableEquilibrium> "Why are you still in my head?"
<yzabtech> "I'm not in your head, I'm on your computer! Goodbye!"
<yzabtech> Marcus's screen switches to another window, this time showing a young boy in his ~~room~~ plane.
<yzabtech> Does Lysander have any illusions on?
<Lysander_Bel> Like a dozen
<yzabtech> Marcus sees a ~~young boy~~ some guy in a trenchcoat in his ~~room~~ plane.
<yzabtech> At the top, he sees an option's bar, one already expanded, with three strange machines: the ones he saw during entry.
<yzabtech> options*
<unstableEquilibrium> Marcus looks for a way to get the man's attention by clicking randomly along the screen.
<yzabtech> Marcus drags a die that Lys had laying out.
<yzabtech> It starts flying around.
* Lysander_Bel cleaned up everything other than the computer and desk a while ago
<yzabtech> Those pesky d4's always get skipped over...!
<yzabtech> ...I'm not writing myself out of this one, aren't I.
<Lysander_Bel> You're welcome to try, but an empty room is an empty room.
<yzabtech> Empty room it is.
<yzabtech> Marcus drags aroudn a piece of dust.
<unstableEquilibrium> Marcus cannot see the dust attached to the cursor and assumes it didn't work.
<yzabtech> ((read everything the narrator (me) says in the voice from The Stanley Parable because that's what I'm doing))
<unstableEquilibrium> He tries clicking on the man.
<yzabtech> An X gets placed over his cursor.
<yzabtech> Picking up people is not very nice, Marcus.
<yzabtech> Especially if it's without their consent.
<Lysander_Bel> ((Hey, what's Marcus' Perception mod?))
<unstableEquilibrium> +3
<unstableEquilibrium> Marcus determines that clicking doesn't do anything, and instead goes onto the options bar at the top, seeing if any of the devices could possibly fit inside the cabin of the plane.
<yzabtech> This plane is surprisingly big.
<Lysander_Bel> ((Means passive perception is 13.  Koan (9+3=12) fails, Laelaps (10+3=13) fails, Akinyi (15+3=18) sticks.  Lysander's current appearance is an elderly female jadeblood in flowing brown robes))
<Lysander_Bel> ((This information is probably irrelevant))
<Lysander_Bel> ((But fun with layered illusions!))
<unstableEquilibrium> (Probably, but it's good to know.)
<unstableEquilibrium> Is there room to place any of the machines?
<yzabtech> Yes.
<yzabtech> All three, a tight squeeze that can be made.
<unstableEquilibrium> Strat?
<yzabtech> A message comes over the plane intercom.
<Lysander_Bel> There's room
<unstableEquilibrium> Marcus places the first machine, which he notes to be the Alchemiter.
<yzabtech> "This is your captain speaking, we're about to make an emergency landing so we can get this god-forsaken excuse for a game overwith."
<yzabtech> ((i make a shitty lyra))
<Lysander_Bel> "Y'ain't the captain, Zoggo"
<yzabtech> "What the hell's a Zoggo?"
<unstableEquilibrium> (Any chance I can roll investigation to try and figure out that it's lys from calling him Zoggo?)
<yzabtech> "Wait, that's me. Zoggo, grand archdemon of the Seventh Circle of Hell."
<yzabtech> "This is my test to see if you're worthy to live."
<Lysander_Bel> "I'm not.  Test complete"
<yzabtech> "Wow, what a surprise."
<unstableEquilibrium> (How about that one?)
<yzabtech> ((sure))
<unstableEquilibrium> 3+1=4
<yzabtech> ((roll again))
<Lysander_Bel> ((DC is 18 to beat the Akinyi layer))
<Lysander_Bel> ((Minor action per attempt))
<unstableEquilibrium> 9+1=10
<Lysander_Bel> "S'like.  Is this going anywhere?"
<Lysander_Bel> "I have a campaign to finish not planning"
<yzabtech> "Nope. Good luck. Hope you don't die. Hope you do die."
<yzabtech> "Tell whatever idiot's your server player to place down the machines he sees."
<Lysander_Bel> "S'that even mean?"
<yzabtech> "He'll know!"
<Lysander_Bel> "He"
* Lysander_Bel swivel-chairs back to his computer
<yzabtech> ((has no style))
<yzabtech> ((he has no grace))
<yzabtech> ((this child has a funny face))
<unstableEquilibrium> (This guy's the scum of the human race)
<Lysander_Bel> mercilessSoldier [MS] began pestering unstableEquilibrium [UE]
<Lysander_Bel> MS: Server player?
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: Are you by any chance an elderly jadeblood sitting inside of a plane?
<Lysander_Bel> MS: Plane, yes.  Jadeblood, no
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: Well, I have a video screen of an elderly jade-symboled troll messaging me while inside of a plane.
<Lysander_Bel> MS: No idea
<Lysander_Bel> MS: But do me a favour and place down the machines, yeah?
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: Yes, Jeremiah Gottwald, Archduke of the 17th layer of Incarnabulum.
<unstableEquilibrium> Marcus once again places the first machine, which he notes to be the Alchemiter.
<yzabtech> The machine lands, as the plane jerks.
<yzabtech> A siren briefly sounds, but then stops once the plane starts to stabilize somewhat.
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: Are you sure this is alright?
<Lysander_Bel> MS: This is the point of the game, right?
* Lysander_Bel grins, and becomes Triage (3+3=6), not that Marcus would see that new layer either.
* unstableEquilibrium crit fails his perception check
<Lysander_Bel> ((It goes against passive))
<unstableEquilibrium> (oh, nice)
* NOTTyche[Dice] ([email protected]) has joined
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: I suppose so, but you won't have much time to finish the trials.
<Lysander_Bel> ((You just then also get a chance to roll if you want to try and disbelieve what you already see, ie Lysander being Akinyi))
<unstableEquilibrium> (alright)
<Lysander_Bel> MS: Why's that?
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: Well, heavy objects and planes don't tend to go together.
<Lysander_Bel> MS: Hah!
<Lysander_Bel> MS: Thought you'd have been talking about the whole apocalypse going on
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: Also, when I went through what I can only assume to be the same thing, I was granted a two minute time limit.
<Lysander_Bel> MS: Well ain't that peachy
* Lysander_Bel checks the circle of faces
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: From my experience, nothing happened when it reached 0.
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: But, I'm not sure if that is because of my actions.
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: Also, a word of advice: anything you have lying around, captchalogue it.
<Lysander_Bel> MS: Computer?
<yzabtech> ((marcus gives great advice))
<Lysander_Bel> MS: Just that, chair, and desk here
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: I would recommend all of those.
<Lysander_Bel> MS: I already heard from Zoggster
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: They very well may be gone in a few minutes' time.
<Lysander_Bel> MS: Uh... I sorta only have room for two things
<unstableEquilibrium> Marcus places the second device, noting it as the Cruxtruder. He places it on the opposite end of the plan as the Alchemiter in an attempt to balance the plane.
<yzabtech> The plane balances
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: Then leave anything that you don't care about, or can replace easily.
<Lysander_Bel> MS: Oh, okay
* Lysander_Bel lies down on the floor
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: Jeremiah, this is not a joke.
* Lysander_Bel gets back up to answer
<Lysander_Bel> MS: Fine, fine
* Lysander_Bel captchalogues his computer and desk
<unstableEquilibrium> Marcus places the third and final device, leaving the card for later, as Lukas did.
<Lysander_Bel> Doomsday Clock at 23:59
<Lysander_Bel> One more item in and boom
* Lysander_Bel DEcaptchalogues his silver engagement ring, which he puts on.  He is now Rapture
<Lysander_Bel> !Roll 1d20+3
<NOTTyche[Dice]> (1d20+3) [19+3] : {22}
<yzabtech> "What are you waiting for?!"
* Lysander_Bel is busy being a glamorous woman in a sparkling - and also sparking electrically - white wedding dress
* Lysander_Bel captchalogues the chair, and is now alone in the room with these machines
<Lysander_Bel> "I was busy"
<yzabtech> "We're gonna crash, hurry up!"
* Lysander_Bel starts looking for something to do
<yzabtech> "The lid on the wheel-machine!"
<yzabtech> "Can you do anything for yourself?!"
<Lysander_Bel> "Nope.  I'm worthless as a person, remember?"
* Lysander_Bel spins the wheel
<yzabtech> Nothing happens.
* Lysander_Bel removes the lid first
<yzabtech> Roll 1d20+str
<Lysander_Bel> !Roll 1d20
<NOTTyche[Dice]> (1d20) [15] : {15}
* unstableEquilibrium has quit (Quit: http://www.kiwiirc.com/ - A hand crafted IRC client)
* unstableEquilibrium ([email protected]) has joined
<unstableEquilibrium> (bleh)
<yzabtech> You knock off the lid, just barely.
<yzabtech> An eggshell-colored orb pops out, with a spirograph in the center.
* Lysander_Bel tries to catch it
* yzabtech_ ([email protected]) has joined
* yzabtech_ is now known as Twelve
<yzabtech> The orb darts away from you.
* Twelve suddenly appears, in the opposite corner of the room of the orb.
<Twelve> "Hey, kid."
<Lysander_Bel> "Hey Zoggo"
<Twelve> "You're doing great."
<Twelve> "Not."
<Lysander_Bel> "What can I say?  I try"
<Twelve> "I'm not Zoggo, I'm just your friendly DMPC who's also an asshole!"
<Lysander_Bel> "Oh, of course"
<Lysander_Bel> "My mistake"
<Twelve> "I also sing Broadway songs or something?"
<Twelve> "No time for a musical, you got to throw something at that orb or bad shit happens!"
* Lysander_Bel sweeps his arms out in a gesture to the rest of the empty room
<Lysander_Bel> "Oops"
<Twelve> "Fucking hell."
<Twelve> "Where did you put everything?"
<Lysander_Bel> "Y'told me to get rid of it"
<Twelve> "Did you seriously throw it out the damn window?!"
<Lysander_Bel> "Or Zogg did.  Apparently there's a difference to one of you but not the other?"
<Twelve> "Yeah, I'm not a trap."
<Twelve> "That's the difference."
<Lysander_Bel> "Makes sense"
<Lysander_Bel> "He just reads your mind or something?"
<Twelve> "Zogg doesn't read my mind, he reads some prophecy books."
<Twelve> "My mind is a very strange place that nobody wants to read anyway."
<Lysander_Bel> "And those books apparently talk about you and I trading music"
<Lysander_Bel> "And, y'know, him playing the part of you"
<Twelve> "...what?"
<Twelve> "The hell did Lyra tell you?"
<Twelve> "Christ."
<Twelve> "She's no fun at all."
<Lysander_Bel> "You don't remember?"
* Lysander_Bel grins.  "Fascinating"
<Twelve> "Get your mind out of the gutter, young man."
<unstableEquilibrium> (Is there any chance I can also hear twelve so I can pretend to talk to the narrator later?)
<Twelve> ((sure))
<Lysander_Bel> "What?  What gutter is my mind in?"
<Twelve> "All of them."
<Twelve> "All the damn gutters."
<Lysander_Bel> "M'talking one way telepathy here, dude"
<Lysander_Bel> "Zoggybro's reading your mind"
<Twelve> "Look at that countdown. There."
<Twelve> "See that? Two minutes."
<Lysander_Bel> "Mine says one minute"
* Lysander_Bel gestures in the vague direction of his sylladex
<Twelve> "You got two minutes to throw something that you want in that damn orb and get us out of here or this place is gonna blow."
<Twelve> that you want to talk to*
<Lysander_Bel> "Something I wanna *talk to*?"
<Lysander_Bel> "Let's not be cruel here.  What could possibly deserve to have to talk to me?"
<Twelve> "Quit it with the self-deprecation or we're all gonna die!"
<Twelve> "Not me, though. I'll just narrate your death."
<Lysander_Bel> "Always knew I'd kill the world one day"
<Lysander_Bel> !Roll 1d20+3 to become Triage
<NOTTyche[Dice]> (1d20+3) [16+3] : {19}
<Twelve> "One minute, 45 seconds."
<Twelve> "Whatcha gonna do."
<Lysander_Bel> A young man, remarkably nondescript but for being dressed entirely in grey
<Lysander_Bel> "Wait for another voice pretending to captain the plane to tell me the next step, probably"
<Twelve> "The next step is to throw something in that orb!"
<yzabtech> "Twelve, what the hell are you doing down there?!"
* Lysander_Bel decaptchalogues his gloves and fedora (the one with the background singers, you know the one) and frisbees the hat in the orb's direction
<Twelve> "BEING A BETTER PARENT THAN YOU, LYRA!"
<Lysander_Bel> "Please update!" the hat cries before being consumed
<Lysander_Bel> "Dude, quit pretending to me my mom, s'weird"
<Lysander_Bel> be*
<Twelve> "What the hell, I'm not pretending to be your mom."
<Lysander_Bel> "No, the other voice-guy-whatever"
* unstableEquilibrium takes notes furiously.
<yzabtech> ((i'm imagining marcus taking notes with an angry face))
<yzabtech> ((hehe "furious"))
<unstableEquilibrium> (well, he is, but that's kind of because the whole mentally broken thing)
<yzabtech> ((have i ever told you about how much i love mentally breaking imaginary children on the internet))
* Lysander_Bel adds the fingerless gloves for good measure.  They don't get to say anything before they perish
<yzabtech> ((that sounds weird as fuck out of context))
<Lysander_Bel> That's what they get for not providing backup vocals during his last musical number
<Twelve> ((do you want that to all count as one item))
<Lysander_Bel> ((Singing hat as one, then both gloves as second))
<Twelve> ((neckbeardsprite))
<Lysander_Bel> ((The only thing that could deserve to have to talk to him))
<Lysander_Bel> ((That is what the idea, yes))
<Twelve> "Alright, good. See that wheel? Turn it."
* Lysander_Bel turns it
<yzabtech> A cruxite dowel, eggshell-colored, pops out.
<Lysander_Bel> "M'I gonna hafta throw something at this too?"
<Twelve> "No, see those other machines? Figure it out."
* Lysander_Bel looks at those other machines
<Lysander_Bel> !Roll 1d20-1 to figure it out
<NOTTyche[Dice]> (1d20+-1) [7+-1] : {6}
<Lysander_Bel> "I could like, throw one out a window if y'want?"
<yzabtech> There's very clearly one with a place to put a cylindrical object.
<Lysander_Bel> Too obvious.  Definitely a trap
<Twelve> "There's very clearly one with a place to put a cylindrical object."
<Lysander_Bel> "Too obvious.  Definitely a trap"
* yzabtech sighs
* Twelve sighs
* Lysander_Bel sighs
* unstableEquilibrium chuckles slightly.
* Lysander_Bel misses that hat
<Twelve> "Clock's ticking, one minute left!"
* unstableEquilibrium told you not to leave out anything you cared about.
* Lysander_Bel dun goofed
* Lysander_Bel just wanted to talk to his singing hat
* Lysander_Bel , however, is also Rapture.  And Rapture has work to do.
<yzabtech> Marcus, did you put down the card?
<Lysander_Bel> Cylinder into the lathe
<unstableEquilibrium> Not yet. Lukas waited until later, and so did Marcus.
<Lysander_Bel> Any buttons to turn it on?
<unstableEquilibrium> Realizing he's about to need it, Marcus places it down beside him.
<yzabtech> Nope. Automatically turns on...and....
<yzabtech> ...nothing.
<Lysander_Bel> "Couldn't have given me this to throw, eh?"
<Twelve> "I doubt that card wants to talk to you."
<Lysander_Bel> "M'talking to my server"
<Lysander_Bel> "And screw you, nobody wants to talk to me"
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: I'm fairly sure you need to keep this.
<Twelve> "And I'm talking to myself...."
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: It occurs to me you won't see this until later.
<Lysander_Bel> MS: Computer glasses
<Lysander_Bel> MS: You're good
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: Oh, that's helpful.
<Lysander_Bel> !Roll 1d20+3 to find a way to use the card
<NOTTyche[Dice]> (1d20+3) [10+3] : {13}
<yzabtech> Put it in that slot on the side of the machine you just used.
<Lysander_Bel> Done
<yzabtech> Machine starts carving again! Now the cylinder's all curvy.
<Lysander_Bel> MS: Never leave home without em
<Lysander_Bel> Third machine now?
<Lysander_Bel> Actually... no
* Lysander_Bel takes a closer look at this cylinder
<yzabtech> You place it on the smaller pedestal, and a--
<yzabtech> Ok.
<yzabtech> Its...a cylinder?
<yzabtech> That's now all curvy...?
<Lysander_Bel> High-contrast mode on the glasses turned on.  Any imperfections, discolorations, anything?
<yzabtech> Nope.
<yzabtech> It's too perfect.
<yzabtech> ((brb))
<Lysander_Bel> Creepy.
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: I placed this on the first machine I put down for you.
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: It should create a Rubik's cube.
<Lysander_Bel> Any reading from thermal or UV lenses?
<Lysander_Bel> MS: The bigger platform or the smaller?
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: I memorized the exact pattern required to solve it, and I can tell you them step by step after you create yours.
<Lysander_Bel> MS: Appreciated
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: Smaller, the larger is where the cube appears.
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: After you solve it, you'll talk to something named Euclid that can read your mind. It will invade your computer, don't let it.
<Lysander_Bel> MS: Duly noted.  M'actually gonna switch over to text to speech, so I can listen without needing to keep looking back and forth
* Lysander_Bel turns on text-to-speech
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: Alright.
* Lysander_Bel then, after doing the thermal and UV stuff above, puts it on the smaller platform
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: I would load up a video to watch while they talk, they go on for quite a while.
<Lysander_Bel> MS: Hah!  I'll keep that in mind
<Lysander_Bel> MS: But I've got campaign schemes to plan out
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: Afterwards, you should find yourself on a strange, dark land.
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: Feel free to spend your time doing that instead.
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: But don't make it obvious, or they'll get offended, probably.
<Lysander_Bel> MS: I strive to offend
<Lysander_Bel> MS: Should probably do both for good measure
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: Then by all means, make it as obvious as possible.
<Lysander_Bel> MS: I definitely will
<Lysander_Bel> MS: "Air raid siren [10 hours]" seems like a good start
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: Perfect.
<Lysander_Bel> MS: No, better
<Lysander_Bel> MS: "screaming toddler"
<yzabtech> Nothing from thermal or UV.
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: Wonderful.
* Lysander_Bel puts it on the smaller platform
<yzabtech> A sharp burst of light comes from the bigger platform, and what looks like a mirror, face-down, appears in the center of the large platform.
<Lysander_Bel> MS: You use the *weirdest* Rubik's Cubes
* Lysander_Bel picks it up
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: I...
<yzabtech> You turn it around, and you see...you.
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: This is not the same.
<yzabtech> A still image of you, in a neutral expression.
<yzabtech> Not your illusions.
<yzabtech> You.
<Lysander_Bel> "Eugh"
* Lysander_Bel puts it back down
<yzabtech> Ten seconds.
<yzabtech> You didn't do it right.
<Lysander_Bel> "Well Twelve, what's up?  World's ending and all"
<Lysander_Bel> "Any last words?"
<Twelve> "Hey, dumbass. It's a mirror, and that's you, so what do you dowith a mirror?"
<Lysander_Bel> "Break it by smiling?"
<Twelve> "Break it in some other way that doesn't involve physical force."
<Twelve> "Show the world your ugly mug."
<Lysander_Bel> "Can't I just die or something?"
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: Lysander, don't.
<Twelve> "NO! Five seconds!"
<unstableEquilibrium> UE: Your life is worth more than pretending to be useless.
<Lysander_Bel> "Ugh, fine"
* Lysander_Bel pulls the mirror back up, wipes all expression from his face, and drops his illusions.
<Lysander_Bel> All of them.
* unstableEquilibrium takes note of real Lysander.
<yzabtech> You match the expression on the mirror.
<yzabtech> The background of the mirror changes, to a darkening sky.
<Lysander_Bel> "Close enough"
* Lysander_Bel starts layering back up
<yzabtech> The mirror goes black, and shatters.
<yzabtech> In front of you is a rotating d20, growing and rising.
<yzabtech> The plane dissolves around you.
<Twelve> "Oh, fuck, it's this guy..."
<Twelve> "Good luck! Don't die! Bye!"
* Twelve is now known as Overmind
<Lysander_Bel> "Don't tell me what to do"
<Overmind> "You don't have to listen."
* Lysander_Bel is in the process of layering himself up with dozens of illusions
<Overmind> The d20 shines, then goes black, and grows a glowing floating body with four arms and two legs.
<Overmind> "Greetings, Lysander."
<Overmind> "It is rare that I directly communicate to anyone. Consider yourself honored."
<Lysander_Bel> "Name's Alrune, actually"
* Lysander_Bel is, on top of like fifty others, a young tealblood
<Lysander_Bel> "Sup?"
<yzabtech> Marcus's screen went black and soundless when the d20 first appeared.
<Overmind> The die stops rotating. An eye forms on the front face of the d20, and pierces through every single one of your illusions.
<Overmind> The eye closes, and disappears.
<Overmind> "Prove you are worthy."
<Lysander_Bel> "You know I'm not"
* Lysander_Bel starts layering back up
<Overmind> "Do not hide yourself in my presence, for I know and see all, for I created all."
<Overmind> "Consider your next land more a punishment than a trial."
<Lysander_Bel> "Why would I consider it a trial?"
<Overmind> "Your ancestor has decided to reach a tier among only the highest of gods, against the wishes of I."
<Lysander_Bel> "So you're punishing me for Mumsy's mistakes"
<Overmind> "The son must pay for the sins of the father."
<Lysander_Bel> "Neato burrito"
<Overmind> "Welcome to a land of your own creation."
* Lysander_Bel settles on wearing Gino as his outermost appearance
<Lysander_Bel> On top of, naturally, like fifty others
<Overmind> "You have been spoken to and prepared enough."
<Lysander_Bel> "An' who prepared you?"
<Overmind> "Answer that question yourself."
<Overmind> "I bid you farewell."
* Overmind disappears in a flash, as the body of light dissipates
* Overmind has quit (Quit: Leaving)
<Lysander_Bel> "May yer fight end soon"
<yzabtech> Your plane is landed. Somehow.
<yzabtech> The window thrusts itself open.
<Lysander_Bel> There are no windows
<yzabtech> Well then.
<Lysander_Bel> (Except the cockpit's)
<Lysander_Bel> This was established in Day 0.  Afraid of open spaces and all that?
<Lysander_Bel> Led into a whole thing about crowds in the sky and technical definitions?
<yzabtech> ((thought you had a window but it was closed all the time))
<yzabtech> ((whoops))
<yzabtech> You don't know where you are.
<yzabtech> The exterior of the plane is significantly noisier.
<yzabtech> "Get up here."
<yzabtech> "We've arrived."
<Lysander_Bel> "You got a name yet?"
<yzabtech> "No, get up here!"
<Lysander_Bel> "Pay me"
<yzabtech> "Twelve gave me $10,000!"
<Lysander_Bel> "Monopoly money?"
<yzabtech> "Yup."
<Lysander_Bel> "Sold"
* Lysander_Bel gets up here
<yzabtech> You look out the cockpit window.
<yzabtech> Beyond the stacks of Monopoly money, you see a rocky, barren, volcanic landscape.
<yzabtech> A volcano erupts in the distance, as you see a land of a mix of modern cities and old castles.
* Lysander_Bel captchalogues the monopoly money, which is obviously the most important part of this
<yzabtech> Red cracks in the ground permeate the landscape, whatever is beyond the cracks glows strongly.
<Lysander_Bel> "Y'know, funny enough"
<Lysander_Bel> "This is pretty much where I expected to wind up after the world ended"
<Lysander_Bel> "Except there's also monopoly money"
<yzabtech> Ash is spread across the ground, as a massive beast almost the size of your plane flies by, a snake-like thing with wings.
<unstableEquilibrium> (Can I see again?)
<Lysander_Bel> "I'm pretty friggin' happy with myself right now"
<yzabtech> But you seem to recognize the approximate places of the cities, and the castles.
<yzabtech> They're your own.
<yzabtech> Welcome, Lysander.
<yzabtech> Welcome to the Land of Dungeons and Dragons.
* Lysander_Bel doesn't say anything else
* Lysander_Bel just... stares.
<yzabtech> Hope you enjoy.
* Lysander_Bel closes his eyes, takes a shuddering breath, and walks back to his room
<yzabtech> ==END==