TF2 18- I art thou, and thou art me, WE'RE A HAPPY FAMILY

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Agi: 	Just like old times
Thrice: 	Dat sure is a ?
	Harley: 	Sooooyeah
Tokens dropped onto map 'Wybrook, the town of ill-intentioned emotions and unnoticable surprises'
	Harley: 	Here it is yo
	Josten: 	well let's get this over with
Thrice: 	ownership of whatever that is'd be nice
	Josten: 	last I remember I was watching some girl throw herself down a cliffside to catch a bus
Tokens dropped onto map 'Wybrook, the town of ill-intentioned emotions and unnoticable surprises'
Thrice: 	Old token is probably better
Thrice: 	Image I mean
Thrice: 	Well I had the stats right at least
Thrice: 	Though apparently he got more gdlk HP rolls
MarthTrinity has connected.
	Jenny: 	Man, what the hell did I use for Wybrook's other image now
	Josten: 	fucking
	Josten: 	Onett
Thrice: 	Onett
	Josten: 	for some reason
	Jenny: 	No, I mean
	Jenny: 	The other, other image
	Jenny: 	before Onett
	Josten: 	oh
Thrice: 	no idea
Thrice: 	some random texas town
	Josten: 	something out of some old sitcom
	Jenny: 	Here we go
	Josten: 	There it is
MarthTrinity: 	Oh lord every message at once.
tirkaroKujo: 	*Ahem*
	Harley: 	This one is indeed better far as I can tell
	Harley: 	but I don't give a shit
	Harley: 	my Sheldon is much better
	Harley: 	I will use this image though
tirkaroKujo: 	So yes, Wybrook is still just as old, dusty, yet humble as it's always been. It's now about 6:00 PM from when you last left off, with the PCs doing whatever they usually do to kill time around here.
	Harley: 	How did I have 12 AP
	Harley: 	well whatever
	Josten: 	apparently I watch pseudo-gods eat apples
	Harley: 	It's fixed now but don't save it
	Josten: 	didn't know that about myself
	Harley: 	Keep your version in--
	Harley: 	replace your version
	Harley: 	Forgot to copy special items
	Harley: 	re-place rather
	Cassandra: 	Why have you been watching me eat an apple?
tirkaroKujo: 	Wybrook itself consists of the usual smattering of suburban life, containing a school system, a variety of brats running around and causing mischief, the massive Bridge of Misguided Paths looming in the background alongside Douglas' even more oppressive sausage factory.
	Josten: 	(D) slightly less pseudo than yourself
tirkaroKujo: 	The pseudo-gods themselves ran off long ago, and you haven't managed to catch them throughout the entire day.
Harley: (( no really, place your version of Harley again (WARY) ))
	Josten: 	welp you heard him, Cassandra
tirkaroKujo: 	Oh, did you lose it or something
Harley: (( I'm keeping this version ))
Harley: (( But I need to copy over the other one's unique items ))
Harley: (( like the book, etc ))
	Harley 1: 	?
Harley: (( ownership hippo ))
tirkaroKujo: 	There's also a newly constructed department store that opened up about 2 months ago. The market is currently swarmed with children lining up in front of it's built-in arcade over the latest silly video game distraction those kids waste their lives with.
tirkaroKujo: 	A good ways south from Mack's house and close to Wybrook High School is the Wybrook Silent Library, which is surprisingly large.
Harley: (( How long of a timeskip was this ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Not a timeskip at all
Cassandra: (( Twelve minutes. ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Like, 5 hours
tirkaroKujo: 	6 hours?
tirkaroKujo: 	Around there
Harley: (( Oh, well shit, not like we'd know when the store opened ))
Josten: (( What do adults even do during the day ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Of course not
	Cassandra: 	...
	Cassandra: 	I -am- godlike but. . .
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tirkaroKujo: 	:o
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Harley: (( he was probably GM ))
tirkaroKujo: 	GM I see
	Cassandra: 	I don't want to ruin the fun by being a GM
Harley: (( can anyone link me to the last sess--OH RIGHT ))
Harley: (( Well then ))
Harley: (( Where are we ))
Josten: (( I'm pretty sure that... you were talking to someone ))
Josten: (( in the forest ))
Josten: (( with a cat or something ))
Harley: (( well, five hour skip ))
tirkaroKujo: 	There was a cat
tirkaroKujo: 	It's still with you
Josten: (( Cool, you've got a cat now ))
Harley: (( Yes ))
	Hendrix: 	Naaaooo
Harley: (( having Satan's cat is a good thing ))
Cassandra: (( And I believe I had just finished talking to Purple Haze? ))
Josten: (( it is. ))
tirkaroKujo: 	It's around this time that Mack said you should probably get back to the house.
tirkaroKujo: 	Whenever the sun goes down
	Josten: 	*guess, uh, I should probably get back to his house then*
tirkaroKujo: 	The front of Mack's house is currently unmolested by any bizarre mishaps. It's safe to go inside, but probably not.
	Harley: 	Well, I can't say that I managed nothing today! Cat, despite your and my visceral need for activity, I'm afraid I can't delay any longer. I must return to that place quickly. Someday, maybe this strict lifestyle with ease up!
	Cassandra: 	*starts walking back to the home, humming to self* Well that was at least somewhat interesting. . .*spots the flashing lights of the arcade* Oooo...~ What's thiiiiis~?
	Hendrix: 	Naaoo... *Walks along*
	Josten: 	*I was at the top of the hill or something, I guess... doing yoga or some shit, I don't know*
	Harley: 	will ease up*
Harley: (( not with ))
tirkaroKujo: 	The outside of the arcade itself is highlighted by a giant display showing some bizarre video game involving monsters and lots and lots of fighting.
tirkaroKujo: 	From the tense looks on the children's faces, it seems to be pretty intense.
	Harley: 	Oh? You plan to follow me? I won't complain. Cannot confidently say the same about the bearded man.
tirkaroKujo: 	That is, until one of the monsters clearly gets the upper hand and stabs the other violently in a shower of pixels.
	Cassandra: 	Monsters and fighting? Well this seems like it may catch my fancy. . .*walks up and stares at the screen* Hmmmmmmm. . .
	Seong: 	GODDAMMIT! That's like, the 5th time you've won in a row! How the hell are you managing this?
	Josiah: 	You just need to believe in the heart of the Batozak more!
Harley: (( All these Joes ))
	Trevor: 	Outta da way, outta da way, it's MY turn now goiley
	Cassandra: 	*looks at the characters on the screen* Which of these avatars is Batozak?
Harley: (( bout how far is it to the mansion ))
	Trevor: 	*Sneer* Have you been livin' under a rock lady?
	Trevor: 	Batozak is the name of these monstahs here. This game ain't called Battle Zakos for nutthin
tirkaroKujo: 	It's only a short walk from here.
Harley: (( ..shit, I don't have Harley's reference guide anymore ))
Harley: (( So I will have to look up all dese spellses ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Trevor uploads some data from a portable device, which brings life to another strange monster
	Cassandra: 	Battle...Zakos? *looks at the cartoony characters closer* Hrmmmmm...they don't seem like much. . .
	Cassandra: 	Oh? So you command that monster with your device there? I was unaware this world had summoners. . .
	Trevor: 	Your Cola Golem doesn't stand a chance against my Conkey Dawnk! All I need to do is activate his level 3 Steel Super X Instant-Raigeki!
	Trevor: 	*Sneer* You could say that, lady.
tirkaroKujo: 	Josten and Harley have probably run into eachother by now, assuming you were going the same direction Jos was meditating.
	Josten: 	*naw, I was pretty much on top of the hill*
	Seong: 	Ugh, it's some stupid new fad.
Josten: (( I'm... just going to watch for a while, to be honest. Don't remember quite how this whole campaign was playing out ))
	Seong: 	Some bizarre video game that these boys seem to dig so much. Pretty hard to jump into though. I need to practice my execution.
	Conkey Dawnk: 	*Conkey Dawnk hits the Cola Golem with a level 5 DAWNKEYRYUKEN +999 for massive damage, toppling it.*
	Cassandra: 	Ah. . .a visual game. Now I understand. *nods and continues watching*
	Trevor: 	Herrr herrr heeer!
	Trevor: 	Looks like I win this one!
	Josiah: 	AAAAH! How did you read me so easily!?
	Harley: 	My apologies, cat. Typically, I could travel this distance in an instant. However, that seems a waste, since it is so short.
	Trevor: 	It's all brainpower, my good man! All in the mind!
	Trevor: 	Now come back when you have a less shameful monstah!
	Josiah: 	Gonna have to start training Cola Golem some more...
	Cassandra: 	« 1d20 = 13 » *rolls to see if I understand this at all*
tirkaroKujo: 	You seem to pick up some of this lingo passing by an old world you've come across, but most likely never paid attention to.
	Trevor: 	Well crap! Who am I gonna fight now?!
	Hendrix: 	Naaoooo....*Distracted by something in the distance*
tirkaroKujo: 	It was spoken of by a world consisting of nothing but monsters engaged in constant combat.
Josten: (( Sounds oddly familiar..... ))
Harley: (( you mean TF1? ))
Josten: (( was going to say PTA ))
	Trevor: 	Well fine! I'll fight against the computer until someone comes by!
Harley: (( I get that was the intention ))
Harley: (( but hey, it fits ))
tirkaroKujo: 	As you can see, the crowd of children seems to be fading.
	Cassandra: 	Hrmmm. . .I believe I follow this. It seems vaguely familar to the colosseum battles in Gulerith.
	Harley: 	Hm?! Cat, what are you gazing at? I won't say nay to a distraction! *looks in the direction Hendrix is looking*
	Harley: 	« 1d20+16 = 16 + 16 = 32 »
tirkaroKujo: 	It appears there's a bit of legal hubub going outside, driving people away.
	Cassandra: 	Except much more trivial. And less deadly.
	Sheriff Dillon: 	Woah, woah, okay, time to clear out boys and girls, we're gonna be doin' an inspection, y'hear?
	BentleyGT: 	*A Bentley GT begins FLYING in the air like a comet, headed straight towards you*
	Cassandra: 	An inspection? Is something of interest going on?
	Sheriff Dillon: 	Sorry lady, but this place has been put under suspect following the disappearance of a Ms. Leslie Parket.
	Sheriff Dillon: 	She was a heavy player of this here silly TV game, and she went missing none to long ago.
	Harley: 	WHOA?! *gets in front of cat* Stay behind me, boy! Or girl, now is not the time! I've dealt with these contraptions before! *draws sword*
	Hendrix: 	*Looks at car casually* Nao
	Harley: 	Ha! I didn't expect you to have so much confidence in me!
	BentleyGT: 	*The car crashes right next to you, exploding in a firely explosion.*
	Cassandra: 	A disappearance? I wouldn't have expected that from this town.
	BentleyGT: 	*Arising from the smoke and ashes is a lone woman with red hair, coughing. and tumbling out of the wreckage*
	Ms. Ladyland: 	*COUGH COUGH* That went absolutely perfectly!
	Hendrix: 	Naorao...
	Sheriff Dillon: 	I wouldn't either, but that's just the way life goes!
	Sheriff Dillon: 	She was last seen here, where the place was relatively sparse.
	Harley: 	*unshields eyes* Woman! Are you okay?! Moreover, if so, HOW are you okay? Not that those are any threat to me, but that is to be expected!
	Sheriff Dillon: 	It seems she was standing close to the monitor, and had another suspect with her.
	Sheriff Dillon: 	We sadly have not seen her since either.
	Cassandra: 	To this monitor here? *puts hand on monitor*
	Ms. Ladyland: 	What do you- Holy shit! I didn't expect to see you on such short notice!
	Purple Haze: 	Kyahaha! Didn't expect me outside of that goddamn pitch black city, did you?
	Purple Haze: 	I followed your advice and led a far more fulfilling life, over here. Getting a job is surprisingly easy when you're a being of pure chaos and hatred.
tirkaroKujo: 	The moment you set your hand on the monitor, the entire area flashes grey.
	Harley: 	Wh-what?! Boy, is today full of surprises! Just how many women are you? *looks around* Ah! I thought that cat looked familiar! It all clicks into place now! You could say I'm glad to see you. I don't like the thought of others being constrained. Especially not to such a droll place.
tirkaroKujo: 	It seems time has frozen.
tirkaroKujo: 	Out of the monitor, a single eye attatched to a foreboding voice wails at you.
	Cassandra: 	Za warudo? Hrm, where did I pick that one up from. . .? *looks around* It would seem as though the movement of time has been halted. . .
tirkaroKujo: 	EYE: DIMENSION HOPPER. DO NOT MEDDLE IN OUR BUSINESS.
tirkaroKujo: 	Eye: NOT UNLESS YOU WISH TO END UP AN...EX-DIMENSION HOPPER.
tirkaroKujo: 	Eye: BECAUSE YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO HOP ANYMORE, BECAUSE YOU WILL BE DEAD, MUAHAHA.
	Purple Haze: 	*Stretches* Teeellll me about it.
	Purple Haze: 	Torturing random dead people was getting tiring, really.
	Cassandra: 	Meddling is what I do best, strange eye-being. If you are doing something I deem of interest, then I am afraid you will have to be meddled with.
	Purple Haze: 	I'd much prefer to spread my brand of despair and hopelessness to the world at large.
	Purple Haze: 	Starting with this town!
	Ares: 	SAY WHAT YOU WILL, DIMENSION HOPPER, THIS ALL COULD HAVE BEEN AVOIDED.
	Ares: 	THROUGH THE POWERS OF NEWFOUND CHAOS THAT HAS ERUPTED IN THIS TOWN, WE WILL BE ALLOWED TO ROAM FREE ONCE AGAIN.
	Ares: 	AWAY FROM A VIRTUAL DIMENSION, AWAY FROM MONOTONY.
	Harley: 	Torture? What would one of chaos have to do with that? All should live free, not just oneself! I can't say I agree with your ideals, but I run short on time now.
	Cassandra: 	Chaos. . .? Oh, you mean that dreadful pink-haired fool.
Harley: (( You met the actual Purple Haze? (HMM) ))
	Ares: 	YES, HER. UNFORTUNATELY, SHE WAS TOO STUPID TO GET THE CODING RIGHT, SO WE SORTA HAVE LIMITED ACCESS.
Harley: (( Didn't realize she transformed ))
Ares: (( she did ))
	Ares: 	BUT ONCE WE DO HAVE FULL ACCESS BOOOOOY HOWDY.
	Ares: 	US BATOZAK SHALL RULE THE WORLD, BUT UNTIL THEN, UH, WE CAN STILL DO RATHER MEAN STUFF.
	Cassandra: 	So then you're not even powerful enough to escape the virtual world you've been put into? How. . .sad.
	Ares: 	SH-SHUT UP, WE NEVER PUT THE RESEARCH INTO THAT.
	Ares: 	WHY WOULD WE, WE'RE BATTLING MONSTERS, GIVE US A BREAK.
	Ares: 	BUT YES, SOON! SOON!
	Ares: 	MUHAHAHAHAHA! *Time flows once again*
	Trevor: 	Bwaagh, this suuucks! Oh well, there's always the next day. Maybe competition won't be so PAAATHEETIIIC.
	Sheriff Dillon: 	So whacha waitin' for? Get out before I gotta makes ya!
	Trevor: 	*Mumble grumble*
Harley: (( uh ))
Harley: (( What was our Exp anyhow ))
Harley: (( I mean I doubt I will need it but you never know ))
	Purple Haze: 	Running short on time is for fools like you! How predictable!
	Josten: 	Exp: 196585 Next: 220000
Purple Haze: (( probably that ))
	Cassandra: 	Exp: 197,585 Next: 220,000
Harley: (( m ))
	Purple Haze: 	Me, I can just make my own time. Because who cares?
	Purple Haze: 	All is timeless in a world purged by chaos!
	Cassandra: 	Hmm. How interesting. Well then, I best be off.
	Harley: 	Hmph, time is more valuable than you think. If it wasn't, I wouldn't be concerned about running out of it. Now that I finally can, I would like to not.
	Purple Haze: 	*Picks up Hendrix* But good luck with that. Hopefully we'll meet again, brat of justice, and it will be ever so much more spicy!
	Purple Haze: 	Come, Hendrix! We shall gallop away in another trusty steed!
	Harley: 	Now how old are you, to call me a brat? Farewell, witch and her cat.
	Purple Haze: 	*Spawns a car under her feet, which she proceeds to rocket away on* Call me sometime, okay~?
tirkaroKujo: 	The front of the household is just an inoffensive as ever, save for the lingering smell of napalm and other such explosives that reside from yesterday.
	Harley: 	I might, if anyone would tell me how! Ha, now I'm short on time and companions. That cat was better company than most. *goes back toward house*
	Holly: 	*Looking out from the sidewalk* Oh, hey. Sorry, I don't usually arrive this early.
Harley: (( Agi how long you gonna be Buddha ))
	Holly: 	The usual bridge gang came out of the woodworks sooner than expected.
Harley: (( 'MI gonna have to slug that rice out of your giant gut ))
	Cassandra: 	Hello. Bonjour. Hola. Dead dialects are quite fun.
	Holly: 	Sometimes, I start to think everyone in the world is making fun of me. But I don't blame them.
	Holly: 	You most of all, being in command of that...thing that wasn't Holodoro.
	Cassandra: 	I dare say I have not intentionally been rude to you. Many others, yes. You, not that I recall.
	Holly: 	Sometimes I wish I had a companion like that. Actually, why sometimes? I could go all day with a thing like that.
	Holly: 	Bwuh, you may as well start now. I'm hungry anyway, so let's go.
	Mack: 	OOOGH MY GAWD IT'S A DISASTER! A DISASTER! AAAAH!
	Amby: 	What is that, like, the 5th one this month?
	Mack: 	Oh man, dog lady! Thank GOD you arrived here!
	Jenny: 	*Watching TV upside-down* Wooooo
	Cassandra: 	. . .dog. . .lady? In all my years and all the dimensions I've trave-...nevermind. Yes?
tirkaroKujo: 	Harley you've probably been at the house by now
Josten: (( okay I'm going to be honest here and say go on without me because I can't see myself getting hyped anytime soon and my roommate just went to sleep and I've been short on sleep lately myself ))
Josten: (( sorry for wasting your time, go have fun, I'll figure out something later ))
Harley: (( Eh, this is a 2-person game anyhow ))
Josten: (( basically ))
	Mack: 	Er, geez, how do I explain this?
	Harley: 	I forgot about the explosives from yesterday. What WAS that about? *walks into house; steps around pits of napalm*
	Mack: 	Let's uh, go to the corner where the kids can't hear us. Uh, you know about them magic spellcasting things, right?
Harley: (( I ain't even know if I know what's goin on ))
	Cassandra: 	Perhaps.
tirkaroKujo: 	You probably open the house door by now
	Mack: 	Okay, and- Oh! Harley mah boy! Good thing you've arrived! I needed you too!
	Harley: 	I do suppose it feels nice to be home...a regular home. Hum? You needed me? Ha! Well, that comes as no surprise!
	Mack: 	Okay, so uh, I was...to keep this as simple as possible, dabbling in some...things.
	Cassandra: 	This sounds promising.
	Mack: 	Gawd, that makes no sense either! The point is, just get to my factory the next time it opens!
Agi is disconnected.
	Harley: 	What could you have possibly done with sausage that requires my attention?
	Mack: 	In a certain key room, I think it was room 2-8, I've left a little...thing there.
	Mack: 	Don't ask what it is, if it looks important, it's probably what I'm talking about.
	Amby: 	It's something stupid, that's what. I wouldn't bother if I were you.
	Mack: 	H-hey! How can you even hear me!? Shaddap!
	Mack: 	*Dangles keys* Just go to my factory, pick up a package from room 2-8, and we should be good to go. Said package will most likely be pretty damn heavy though, so be sure to get a little muscle power on your way.
	Harley: 	I cannot spurn this duty, I wager? Fine, I was looking for something to do! Another package? How many of these have you?
	Mack: 	Only one package, so fret not.
	Amby: 	You're reeaaally going to make them do this? Of all the stupid chores?
	Mack: 	You don't know anything Amby! Shaddap!
	Cassandra: 	We have all the muscle we need in Somnus.
	Harley: 	Power should be no issue! Nor transportation. Don't worry, Amby, nothing will go wrong.
	Mack: 	That's what I like to hear! Just be careful, I installed a few new security measures into the factory, but it still hasn't been enough to keep out a few pests.
	Mack: 	You never know just what creepy crawlies will be out for my famous thick, juicy, sausage meat!
Harley: (( I didn't need to hear that. ))
	Cassandra: 	I did not need to hear that.
Harley: (( exactly ))
	Mack: 	What? Oh whatever! Just get to my factory as soon as humanly possible!
tirkaroKujo: 	The sausage mogul hands you over the keys, as the Douglas house looks as chatty as ever.
	Harley: 	Hah, if they cause me problems, I'll solve them.
	Cassandra: 	Sausage meat somehow reminds me, wasn't there another person here? The nerdy monk with glasses? Did he die or something?
	Mack: 	Tcchhk, that hippie is still out there huggin' trees or somethin'.
	Mack: 	Who the hell knows.
	Harley: 	Huh? Oh, the brown one? What's done is done. It may be cruel to abandon him to such boring wastes of time, but I am not one to hunt for him.
	Mack: 	This little hunt shouldn't be -too- hard, but man is it urgent!
	Mack: 	Like, why are you still here? You tired? Need food or something?
	Harley: 	No, no! If it is this dire, I shall be off now.
	Amby: 	*Sips cola* It really isn't.
	Mack: 	SAY THAT TO MY FACE ONE MORE TIME AND I SWEAR
	Mack: 	I SWEAR I WILL ENSURE YOU GET NO CHILLED POMEGRANATES FOR A MONTH.
	Cassandra: 	Quite. If the nerdy man wishes to hug trees then oh wellllll....
	Amby: 	*Rolls eyes*
	Mack: 	Now go forth! You know the way to my factory, correct? It's over in *directions.*
	Harley: 	Of course, it would be hard to miss!
	Cassandra: 	*yawns* I'm sure we'll eventually find it. Eventually
	Harley: 	*onwards to place with stuff*
Harley: (( how far of a walk we talkin ))
tirkaroKujo: 	The road to the factory isn't too far, but still a ways to trek. At least the factory is in plain sight the whole way.
tirkaroKujo: 	Along the way, you come across a bizarre sight: a shambling pile of junk in the middle of the road.
Harley: (( is it a car ))
tirkaroKujo: 	It looks like it hopped straight out of a junkyard. You can make out a faint vehicular shape from it though.
	Harley: 	Forgive me, you could have enjoyed yourself at home had I said something! Well, no matter, it looks as if we have company.
tirkaroKujo: 	It seems to be moving about, clumsily, with little direction.
	Cassandra: 	I don't exactly enjoy myself sitting around a house.
tirkaroKujo: 	It doesn't appear to by hostile towards you, just moving about desperately, as if to shake off something.
	Cassandra: 	*watches it intently* What sort of strange being is that?
	Harley: 	I've seen similar creatures before, though they were more apt to glide than to walk.
	Cassandra: 	It's almost depressing how pathetic it looks.
tirkaroKujo: 	A faint voice can be heard within the shambling mound, but you can't make out anything.
	Cassandra: 	*walks forward* It does not seem hostile. Although it doesn't appear to be doing much of anything, other than looking miserable.
	Harley: 	It's not going to be winning any beauty pageants, for sure!
tirkaroKujo: 	The shambling mound does not cease it's pointless shambling.
	Harley: 	*goes toward it as well* Are you should you should be approaching it?
	Cassandra: 	Hello, strange shambling being! *waves at*
tirkaroKujo: 	Some incredibly loud engine revving sounds erupt from the mound, as it yells in frustration.
	Cassandra: 	« 1d20 = 17 » *Wis check to see if it's any language I recognize or if it's just making vroomvroom car noises*
Harley: (( probably be Int ))
Harley: (( but I'd say it wouldn't matter ))
Harley: (( Linguistics is Int anyhow ))
Cassandra: (( Well it'd be 2 higher than what I rolled then ))
tirkaroKujo: 	It's just making generic vrooom sounds, coupled with a desperate-sounding human voice.
tirkaroKujo: 	Said voice sounds female and scratchy.
	Cassandra: 	It's no language I've ever heard. Sounds like a female voice coupled with a motorized vehicle.
	Harley: 	I think it sounds as if it's getting ornery!
	Cassandra: 	Well, you would too if you looked like that.
tirkaroKujo: 	The shambling mound lunges at you!
tirkaroKujo: 	But unfortunately it cannot make a dent on either of you
tirkaroKujo: 	due to being so pathetic
	Cassandra: 	This is mildly uncomfortable now.
tirkaroKujo: 	So it's sorta just rubbing up against you, agressively.
	Harley: 	That's it, get off of me! *I'm just gonna force lightning this thing* « 1d20+8+6+3 = 17 + 8 + 6 + 3 = 34 » *shocking grasp, not with a weapon so it's just touch AC*
Harley: (( if only it had been with a weapon (SAD) ))
	Harley: 	« 10d6 = 38 »
Harley: (( and I gotta brb real quick ))
tirkaroKujo: 	The junk is blown away, easily, by your technique.
tirkaroKujo: 	It only leaves a small portion of the pile left, which appears to be the source of much of the noise.
	Clementine: 	Whiirrrrr..... *Rolling about on it's side*
Harley: (( back ))
	Harley: 	Cha, as feeble as everything else here!
	Cassandra: 	Well that thing doesn't appear to be alive. . .how dull.
	Harley: 	When you said female, I thought it might have...well, nevermind!
	Clementine: 	*Whirrs about* I NEED...BALANCE...
	Cassandra: 	It speaks?
	Clementine: 	*Coughs* A motorcycle cannot do much without balance.
	Cassandra: 	To my knowledge, a motorcycle should not be able to speak, either.
tirkaroKujo: 	The motorcycle speaks in a young, raspy female voice. There seems to be no noticable outlet for the vehicle's speech.
	Harley: 	It's the first one I have seen speak, for sure!
	Clementine: 	Why does it matter if I speak? I could always speak. It never mattered to the master.
	Clementine: 	I need balance, not speech anyway. This is not impressive nor amusing.
	Cassandra: 	Then logically, you'd need more than two wheels to properly balance.
	Harley: 	Or a horse.
	Clementine: 	A Motorcyle requires a human to balance. I am not sure why she gave me life, when Motorcycles cannot function without a humanoid.
	Cassandra: 	A horse...? How would a horse balance a motorcycle...?
	Harley: 	They can balance a carriage.
	Harley: 	I figure it may be around the same.
	Clementine: 	I only twirled my way out of Satan's City. All the other cars made fun of me.
	Cassandra: 	Right. I forgot you and the monk come from the stone ages.
	Harley: 	Mh? You were in that wretched place? Well, congratulations on getting out.
	Clementine: 	It was not easy in the slightest.
	Harley: 	Stone age? Of course not! Taranis is in no way stone!
	Cassandra: 	Regardless. You're supposed to ride it. I suppose like a mechanical horse, if you want to use that terminology.
	Harley: 	Ah, like the one that man brought me in? It looks a bit smaller, though.
	Cassandra: 	Why not give it a try?
	Clementine: 	I am meant to be ridden. I should be ridden by now.
	Clementine: 	Nobody will ride me in Satan's City.
	Harley: 	Are you faster than I am? There would not be much point, if not.
	Clementine: 	Why am I not being ridden. I must be rode. Are you not a fan of motorcycles.
	Cassandra: 	Well if you refuse, then I may as well. It could be exciting. Maybe.
	Harley: 	I never said I wouldn't, but if I alone can outspeed it, it isn't a very good mount.
	Clementine: 	*Vroomvroomvroom*
	Clementine: 	It feels good to finally have a rider. Now let your instincts take over and ride me into oblivion if you must.
	Clementine: 	I can finally crash happy.
	Cassandra: 	If you crash, I will probably teleport to safety and leave you to explode. As fair warning.
	Clementine: 	*Vroooooooomroooom*
	Harley: 	Is there nobody in this world who cannot travel the dimensions? I thought that was something admirable. It appears I was mistaken!
	Harley: 	But, hm, we should likely not be wasting time here!
	Cassandra: 	To the factory, trusty motorcycle being.
tirkaroKujo: 	The road ahead is fairly clear up until you finally reach the foreboding factory's frontside.
	Harley: 	*Hey, I got 40 feet movement, I might be able to sorta keep up*
tirkaroKujo: 	The factory appears to be guarded by....something.
	Soldier: 	*Sadly, he is too busy snoozing his face off*
	Soldier: 	ZZzzzzz.....
	Clementine: 	Is this where you wanted to go?
	Clementine: 	The big structure in the distance?
	Clementine: 	I don't know why you'd want to stop here.
	Cassandra: 	Yes. You did well.
tirkaroKujo: 	The factory, likewise, smells of sausage. Lots of it.
	Harley: 	Hm? Is that part of the security that man laid out?
Cassandra: (( He was actually able to keep up? ))
Harley: (( I'd assume you wouldn't be going full throttle ))
tirkaroKujo: 	He catches up after about like, « 1d5 = 5 » minutes
Cassandra: (( I am a thrill seeker ))
	Clementine: 	I have never been complimented on my abilities in my short time since my conception. I do not know what to do with these feelings.
	Clementine: 	But they feel good. So I shall keep them to heart.
	Soldier: 	*Snot bubble bursts* Bwuh-wha?!
	Harley: 	Ugh...that will teach me to ignore directions.
	Soldier: 	Whoooo goooes theeeereeee!?
	Soldier: 	*Shakes flashlight*
	Cassandra: 	Good evening, strange uniformed man.
	Soldier: 	Are you a delinquent from the Bridge!? Who else would own a motorcycle like that?
MeisterWarlock has connected.
Harley: (( How do you do fat man ))
	Cassandra: 	I own no such motorcycle. We were sent by the sausage man to retrieve a package.
	Harley: 	Phrasing, dear, it changes worlds.
MeisterWarlock: 	happened to agi
Harley: (( He died ))
Harley: (( And was using the exact same color as you, forgot that ))
MeisterWarlock: 	why would he do such a thing
MeisterWarlock: 	even if I wasn't there
MeisterWarlock: 	I thought I was the only one who liked this color.
Harley: (( Because his PC ))
Harley: (( is a hobo ))
Harley: (( a dirty ushaven hobo ))
Harley: (( to the left of tghe house a bit ))
Harley: (( Wait, right ))
Harley: (( I forget what my color was ))
Harley: (( This seems accurate enough ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Hold on
tirkaroKujo: 	Busy taking in the salt from the donation drive
	Harley: 	The boss of this establishment set us this way, of course! There would be no other reason for me to come.
	Soldier: 	H-huh? You mean Mack himself?
	Cassandra: 	That is who I meant by my usage of "the sausage man."
	Soldier: 	Oh, well that's a relief.
	Soldier: 	Seriously, that's a delinquent motorcycle if I've seen it.
	Clementine: 	*Annoyed*
	Cassandra: 	Most likely. It's fun to ride at least.
Soldier: (( and goddammit, new Skullgirls DLC character ))
Soldier: (( hold on ))
	Harley: 	No matter the mode of transportation, we have the means to get in. That should clear and qualms you have.
MeisterWarlock: 	olol boss is mack from gershan PTA
	Soldier: 	Guh, so a package, right? In the factory?
	Cassandra: 	Apparently.
	Soldier: 	Why the hell would he send you guys of all people? What an odd choice of handymen and women.
	Soldier: 	That lazy ass should just get it himself....
	Soldier: 	You got the keys?
	Harley: 	Precisely! Oh, I would rather be enjoying the home, but this is non-negotiable it seems.
Harley: (( I don't think -I- have the keys ))
Harley: (( but I just said means ))
Harley: (( I could teleport in there and would not be lying ))
	Soldier: 	Good. Just making sure. Be careful, even I'm afraid sometimes to go into that factory.
	Cassandra: 	That seems like a poor choice of employment then.
	Harley: 	I'm amazed the things this man can apparently do with meat byproducts.
	Clementine: 	I will ensure I stay unscratched while parked outside.
Harley: (( seems we will be fighting someone for the final time ))
Harley: (( or some other such thing ))
	Soldier: 	*Opens door* Right this way. It's just as big as it looks on the outside.
	Harley: 	From the way everyone is talking, I wonder just what kind of package we're supposed to pick up.
tirkaroKujo: 	The factory is large and expansive. It shakes and rumbles with the sounds of automated sausage stompers, squeezers, and rollers.
tirkaroKujo: 	In the middle of it all, however, is a sole robot with sparks coming out of it's head.
tirkaroKujo: 	Around it is the corpse of what looks like a giant possum
	Cassandra: 	In all the dimensions I've seen, I'm amazed that such an overelaborate factory exists for making sausage. . .
	Harley: 	*mumbles* Well at least you can't smell it... Now, what's that?! Gh, what kind of conditions are these for a food factory?!
	Cassandra: 	Of course I can smell this stench.
	Scrapper: 	BZZZT *Spark* BZZZT *Spark*
	Harley: 	Well, that came out of le--! Oh, of course!
	Cassandra: 	*notices the sparking robot* Oh my, more malfunctioning automatons.
	Scrapper: 	MUST BZZZT EXTERMINATE PESTS
	Scrapper: 	I AM A MACHINE BUILT FOR EXTERMINATING PESTS.
	Harley: 	That machine?! That isn't what I'm worried about! I'm not eating any of that sausage again!
	Cassandra: 	...? I mean the one screaming about exterminating pests.
	Scrapper: 	*The robot starts running at full speed at you!*
	Harley: 	So do I! Do you not notice the massive rodent in the middle of the floor?
	Harley: 	These conditions are horrible!
	Cassandra: 	The robot is rushing us as we speak.
	Harley: 	Oh, it's rushing! Is that all these silver contraptions know how to do?
	Scrapper: 	*The automaton is still running at you! You only have one more chance to make an action!*
	Harley: 	I'm not going to let my own blood run over the machines. Mirror Image!
MeisterWarlock: 	talking is not a free action
MeisterWarlock: 	you people need to learn
	Harley: 	« 1d4+3 = 4 + 3 = 7 »
	Harley: 	*there's a lot of me now*
	Scrapper: 	BZZZT, SENSORY OVERLOAD. WILL NOT GIVE UP PURSUIT OTHERWISE.
Harley: (( >mimicking your movements, sounds, and actions exactly ))
	Cassandra: 	Hrmm. . .how to go about this. . .? *uses Create Pit before the rushing robot*
Harley: (( oh god, that echo ))
Harley: (( Oh hey, I could actually attack it ))
Harley: (( with FFS + Lunge ))
	Scrapper: 	« 1d20+4 = 10 + 4 = 14 » *The robot tumbles about the pit!*
Harley: (( but eh, I'll wait to see how this one works ))
	Harley: 	That's one way to tackle it... How long does that last, roundabout?
	Scrapper: 	BZAAAAT! *The robot gets it's foot stuck in the pit!*
Harley: (( it's foot? ))
	Scrapper: 	*Unfortunately, it's too big for it to swallow it whole*
Cassandra: (( 1 round + 1 round/level ))
Harley: (( the pit's like 30 feet deep or so--that's a bigass robot ))
Scrapper: (( deep ))
Scrapper: (( not wide ))
Cassandra: (( It's 10x10 ))
Harley: (( Well like, teen wide or so ))
Harley: (( ten* ))
	Scrapper: 	*Oh wait so that actually is big enough*
Harley: (( its* ))
Harley: (( fuck ))
	Scrapper: 	*NEEEVERMIIIIND*
	Cassandra: 	Teehee. How simple minded.
	Scrapper: 	« 3d6 = 12 » Owwww
	Harley: 	Hah...and that one looked like it might actually pose a fun challenge. Nevermind that, if it's going to be trapped there, we should focus on securing that package.
	Cassandra: 	It will be trapped for a while. But it will get out soon. Ish.
	Cassandra: 	If you care to eliminate it, feel free to go ahead.
tirkaroKujo: 	The stairs to the second floor are right on the other side
	Harley: 	*these things last minutes/a level, so yeah, enjoy hearing everything I say eight times at once for over ten imnutes*
	Harley: 	It surprises me, hoewver, that you aren't using your attack dog.
	Cassandra: 	Somnus is not a dog. And must you really have those obnoxious clones out?
	Harley: 	Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes.
	Harley: 	They're only illusions.
tirkaroKujo: 	Along your trip to the stairs, you come across a rather obese looking man right atop the second floor.
	Snorgie: 	*Chewing on a giant wad of meat* OMNOMNOM OH GOD THIS IS SO GOOD
	Cassandra: 	Hello, strangely overweight gentleman.
	Snorgie: 	*Snort* I swear, who said I couldn't get past life freeloading?
	Snorgie: 	AAAAAH! Who's there!?
	Harley: 	I swear, I remember better regulations long ago.
	Cassandra: 	Tis I, lady Cassandra.
	Snorgie: 	*Snort* Oh hey! That damn robot has finally been taken care of!
	Cassandra: 	And my noble steed Marley.
	Snorgie: 	Odd couple you are. *Snort* I'm not in trouble, am I?
	Harley: 	I thought yo usaid that dog was named Somnus?
	Snorgie: 	Because uh, I got um...trapped here! That's right! And I had to survive on meat all this time!
	Harley: 	Conversation for another time! You, large man, we're here to find some package.
	Harley: 	Have you any clue where it may be?
	Snorgie: 	*Scarfs down the remaining fistful of meats in his hands*
	Cassandra: 	You look like you're in no risk of starving.
	Snorgie: 	Huh? Package? Hell are you talkin' about?
	Snorgie: 	Uh, totally am! Are you denyin' something here? Oh god you're onto me, are you?
	Cassandra: 	It's quite obvious you're in here illegally, stealing sausage to feed your obese body with the protein it so sorely does not need.
	Cassandra: 	But quite frankly, I care little for the laws of this realm.
	Harley: 	I have no ideas to go anywhere within ten feet of you, let alone get on top of you.
	Cassandra: 	They're quite trivial.
	Snorgie: 	AAAAAAAAAAAAH YOU FOUND ME OUT.
	Snorgie: 	D-don't tell anyone about this, okay? Please?!
	Harley: 	You're punishing him by letting him eat this disgusting scrap.
	Snorgie: 	*Snort* You're so rude, but like you're the one to talk with that purple coat!
	Snorgie: 	So uh, I can go, right? No difficulties at all?
	Harley: 	It's not my right to punish people, especially those who cannot fight me back.
	Harley: 	If you can fit through the door, you're free!
	Cassandra: 	We're well aware of Hurley's gaudy purple and lime green coat.
	Harley: 	Hurley? That sounds an awful name. I feel sorry for the sap with that one. *taps sheathe* Hm...don't say that again.
	Snorgie: 	*Snort* You're just makin' fun of me, aint cha?!
	Cassandra: 	Honestly? Yes.
	Snorgie: 	You sayin' I can't fight!? Say that to my face!
	Snorgie: 	Uh, but first, I need some energy. *Grabs more meat and stuffs it down his throat*
	Cassandra: 	Oh. I was just making fun of your weight. Limepurple's the one saying you cannot fight.
	Harley: 	ARe you saying you can take me on? All...*counts* Eight of me?
	Snorgie: 	Oh, there's eight of you? I thought I was just having a stroke.
	Harley: 	I won't stop you, but don't blame me if you end up with more of your insides on the floor than...inside.
	Harley: 	I'm not one to hold back against the big men.
	Snorgie: 	But I can still take you on! All 8 of you! GRAAAAH!
	Harley: 	Do threats not work anymore? They held up better in the old days...
	Cassandra: 	I would not be surprised if you were having a stroke regardless. And maybe a heart attack.
	Cassandra: 	He must really hate your coat.
	Snorgie: 	*Beats belly* « 1d20-1 = 17 - 1 = 16 » I'll eat you alive, little men!
Harley: (( Hell was th--init irght ))
	Harley: 	« 1d20+1 = 9 + 1 = 10 » haha
tirkaroKujo: 	Yes, Thrice
tirkaroKujo: 	Init is a thing
Harley: (( Thought it might have been..somehow some sort of attack roll ))
Harley: (( or check ))
tirkaroKujo: 	We have been away from PF for too long.
Cassandra: (( How do you only have +1 Init? ))
Cassandra: (( More importantly, why does it say I have +8 Init? ))
Harley: (( Only 12 Dex ))
	Snorgie: 	*Bounces at you, slowly*
Harley: (( You havE Improved Init ))
Harley: (( and Reactionary, probably ))
	Cassandra: 	« 1d20+8 = 1 + 8 = 9 »
Harley: (( obv ))
	Snorgie: 	« 1d20+19 = 19 + 19 = 38 » *Slams the SHIT outta Harley* I'LL SHOW YOOOU!
MeisterWarlock: 	so why're you fighting him again
Harley: (( best be rolling to see which of those images you hit ))
Harley: (( it's a d8, 1 is me ))
MeisterWarlock: 	I assume because he's fat
MeisterWarlock: 	and yes I read it all
	Snorgie: 	« 1d8 = 4 »
MeisterWarlock: 	olol
Harley: (( Because he attacked ))
	Snorgie: 	HAH! I GOT ONE OF YOU!
Harley: (( For some reason ))
Cassandra: (( TED NOT SLOW! ))
Snorgie: (( you dare insult Snorgie's pride ))
Snorgie: (( he built a reputation on snacks and cholesterol-fueled pain ))
	Harley: 	Oh, no! If only it was the REAL ONE! *Lunge, power attack; no spell or anythin*
Harley: (( lunge is +5 feet range until the end of my turn, -2 AC until the start of my next turn ))
	Harley: 	« 1d20+8+6+3-3 = 17 + 8 + 6 + 3 - 3 = 31 » « 1d20+3+6+3-3 = 17 + 3 + 6 + 3 - 3 = 26 »
Harley: (( two crits ))
tirkaroKujo: 	both hit
Harley: (( right confirmation ))
	Harley: 	« 1d20+8+6+3-3 = 19 + 8 + 6 + 3 - 3 = 33 » « 1d20+3+6+3-3 = 16 + 3 + 6 + 3 - 3 = 25 »
Harley: (( say that'd do it ))
tirkaroKujo: 	both confirm 9_9
	Harley: 	[1d8+6+3+6+[1d8+6+3+6] [1d8+6+3+6+[1d8+6+3+6]
Harley: (( oh god dmamit maptool ))
tirkaroKujo: 	>God dammit
tirkaroKujo: 	roll will save (D)
Harley: (( (D) ))
	Harley: 	« 1d8+6+3+6+1d8+6+3+6 = 6 + 6 + 3 + 6 + 1 + 6 + 3 + 6 = 37 »« 1d8+6+3+6+1d8+6+3+6 = 1 + 6 + 3 + 6 + 1 + 6 + 3 + 6 = 32 »
Harley: (( wait, I was holding it two-handed ))
Harley: (( so...+6 damage on both of them ))
Snorgie: (( I'd hope so ))
Harley: (( Well, I normally don't because I can't use Spell Combat if I do (HIPPO) ))
	Snorgie: 	*Knocked back by your barrage* OH GOD MY SPLEEN
	Snorgie: 	*Clutches knee* Tssss.....aaaah....tssssss.....aaaah
	Harley: 	Well, I said I wouldn't hold back!
	Cassandra: 	*opens book* Hmmm...yes, you hold him off. *uses Summon Eidolon* Come forth, Somnus.
Tokens dropped onto map 'Wybrook, the town of ill-intentioned emotions and unnoticable surprises'
	Somnus: 	Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh....*appears behind Cassandra*
	Snorgie: 	I'll hold your face back, buddy!...ttsss..aaaaah...
	Snorgie: 	OH GOD, THE HELL IS THAT THING?!
	Cassandra: 	He is Somnus.
	Harley: 	What is wh--oh, your guard dog! I'm not sure if it was needed, for someone like this, but it's appreciated!
	Somnus: 	Graaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
	Snorgie: 	Geez, this was between me and him! Isn't that a bit overkill!?
	Cassandra: 	I would highly recommend you stop calling him a guard dog.
	Harley: 	*dat lunge; dat AoO*
	Harley: 	*wiat, no, only till the end of my own turn, carry on*
	Harley: 	*I'm not THAT broken*
	Snorgie: 	« 1d8 = 4 » « 1d8 = 1 » PREPAAAH TO DAAAAH
	Snorgie: 	« 1d20+19 = 19 + 19 = 38 »
Harley: (( I'd say that one hits ))
Harley: (( You gotta roll for the first one too ))
	Snorgie: 	« 1d20+19 = 10 + 19 = 29 » right right
	Snorgie: 	« 2d10+7 = 2 + 7 = 9 »
Snorgie: (( I don't even know how that happened ))
Harley: (( only 6 of them left now ))
Harley: (( 5* ))
Cassandra: (( I'm still baffled those don't vanish when you hit the real one. ))
	Snorgie: 	PICKIN' EM OFF ONE BY ONE
Harley: (( Just be glad it's not Shocking Image ))
Harley: (( or each one he destroys would deal 2d6 damage to him ))
Harley: (( Sadly, the Magus, the only class that can use it very well besides Bard, doesn't get it ))
	Harley: 	... That's the best you've got? I should have expected as much from one such as you, but it is still a deep disappointment.
Harley: (( Somnus attacks this turn, BTW ))
	Snorgie: 	Uh, come on! You tellin me that didn't hurt?!
Harley: (( runs on your init I...think, I'm not completely sure about Eidolons ))
Cassandra: (( I know. You're faster then. ))
Harley: (( regular summons do ))
Snorgie: (( and yes ))
Snorgie: (( it's been your turn Harles ))
Harley: (( Oh (HIPPO) ))
	Harley: 	« 1d20+8+6+3-3 = 20 + 8 + 6 + 3 - 3 = 34 » « 1d20+3+6+3-3 = 4 + 3 + 6 + 3 - 3 = 13 » *power attacks*
	Harley: 	« 1d20+8+6+3-3 = 19 + 8 + 6 + 3 - 3 = 33 »
Harley: (( good christ ))
Snorgie: (( GOD DAMN ))
Cassandra: (( Stop eating up the good rolls, we all know you're broken enough as is. ))
Snorgie: (( but yeah, last one didn't hit ))
	Harley: 	« 1d8+9+3+9+ 1d8+9+3+9 = 4 + 9 + 3 + 9 + 4 + 9 + 3 + 9 = 50 »
Snorgie: (( case it wasnt obv enough ))
Harley: (( that's the correct roll ))
Harley: (( And hey ))
Harley: (( I'm just a regular Martial class ATM ))
Harley: (( (HIPPO) ))
Harley: (( This is a Fighter ))
tirkaroKujo: 	You whack Snorgie's fat belly with a barrage of sword attacks, followed up by a final swing that sends him flying out the window!
	Snorgie: 	AAAAAAAH!
Harley: (( Except a Fighter would have better to-hit (CRS) ))
Cassandra: (( You just got three crits in a row ))
Harley: (( Oh, I know ))
	Snorgie: 	3200 exp
Cassandra: (( You don't get to speak. ))
	Harley: 	*swings blood off of sword* I'm almost saddened that we didn't get to fight that metal heap.
tirkaroKujo: 	The robot still proceeds to hopelessly flop about in the pit. Either way, welcome to the 2nd floor.
	Cassandra: 	Logic would say, the package we seek is in the 8th room on this floor.
	Harley: 	If we can't find that, it will be an all-time low.
	Harley: 	*now are these rooms labeled*
tirkaroKujo: 	The 8th room is all the way across the floor, right next to a stray TV.
tirkaroKujo: 	It appears to still be plugged in
tirkaroKujo: 	it's displaying pure static though
	Cassandra: 	Hrmm...*hops down and examines TV*
	Harley: 	Now what use would that be? Simple lazing on the job? I think I've come to like these people a bit more...even if it led to this unsanitary state.
tirkaroKujo: 	Upon closer inspection, it appears a hand is trying to make it's way out of the TV.
tirkaroKujo: 	It's a pretty large hand, and monsterous in shape.
	Cassandra: 	*presses hand to hand on screen* This place is very unbalanced. . .
tirkaroKujo: 	Your hand seeps through the screen, causing the hand within it to grab yours.
tirkaroKujo: 	It's rather rubbery in feel
tirkaroKujo: 	It's holding on quite tight though.
	Harley: 	*looks over* Hm? What are you up to, with that?
	Cassandra: 	Hrmm, it would seem as though things are not as they appear here. Somnus. You are dismissed. I will summon you later.
	Somnus: 	Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh....
	Cassandra: 	Now let's see. . .*studies TV, how large is it?*
	Harley: 	Fine, you handle yourself here. I will peruse the room.
tirkaroKujo: 	The TV appears to be a rather small SD display.
	Harley: 	If I am needed, simply call.
tirkaroKujo: 	It wouldn't look too out of place in an average 90s household
	Cassandra: 	Hrmmm, if you wish to take me to your realm, I'm going to need a larger portal. Even my skinny frame would not fit through this television screen.
	Harley: 	Hold up! What did you just say?
tirkaroKujo: 	A voice responds to you in Abyssal: *FREE MEE*
tirkaroKujo: 	It, naturally, comes from the TV
	Harley: 	Ungh..what is that?
	Cassandra: 	*Abyssal* Well how would I go about doing that? And more importantly, why?
	Harley: 	...oh. Well, you helpful for once!
tirkaroKujo: 	*Abyssal* PULL ME OUT, PLEASE.
	Harley: 	Don'
	Harley: 	t! These portals are volatile! I thought we sealed these!
	Cassandra: 	*pulls hand back*
tirkaroKujo: 	Your pull brings out a rubbery, black hand that appears to shift about amorphously. Attatched to it is a boundless sea of even more black rubber.
	Harley: 	What was going through your mind, reaching into one of those?
tirkaroKujo: 	The hand grows bigger, soon far surpassing the mass of your own hand, and a jumbled mess of tar-like semisolids erupt from the television.
tirkaroKujo: 	It soon begins to form the upper half of a body, all it's own.
	Cassandra: 	Entertainment.
	Harley: 	Orderly I am not, but to risk the fabric of life?
	Fukasaddo: 	*The upper torso and head begins to form into something more constructed* *Abyssal* I must be freed further....
Harley: (( that sure is a ? ))
Harley: (( Welp we're dead ))
Harley: (( Super Gibbering Mouther ))
Harley: (( just be glad your Eidolon ain't out, they have +100 to Swallow them ))
	Cassandra: 	*Abyssal* I don't blame you. I can imagine being trapped inside one of those portals would be quite boring after a few hundred thousand years.
	Fukasaddo: 	*Abyssal* I cannot thank you enough...*Pulls self out further*
	Harley: 	*mumbles* This is frustrating, depending on you... Anyways, what is this thing?!
* Thrice rolls secretly to you: « 1d20+20 = 7 + 20 = 27 » Guess I'll attempt a knowledge: planes check => Invalid expression: « 1d20+20 = 7 + 20 = 27 » Guess I'll attempt a knowledge: planes check.
	Fukasaddo: 	*Abyssal* I am a being from a plane far away from here. I was called and stuck in here by someone I do not know.
	Cassandra: 	*Abyssal* Likewise. Although I came here on my own choice.
You whisper to Thrice: It's a generic monster from a far away plane.
	Cassandra: 	He is a being from another plane whom was trapped here.
	Fukasaddo: 	*Abyssal* Who did this to me? And why?
	Harley: 	I can tell that myself...
Harley: (( at least I assume you were talking to me with that second line ))
Fukasaddo: (( was talking to Cass, but eh, probably could have. ))
	Cassandra: 	*Abyssal* I would not know. Perhaps someone who feared you.
Harley: (( I meant Cass was talking to me (WARY) ))
Fukasaddo: (( right, right ))
	Harley: 	From what I'm gathering...he was sent here?
	Cassandra: 	From what I am telling you. Yes.
	Fukasaddo: 	*Abyssal* I would find my way back, but with the way time progresses in my plane, the civilization and ecosystem I once knew has probably all eroded to time.
	Harley: 	Or pulled? That doesn't sound like the act of one who fears it. Or am I off? I don't have a very...trustworthy source.
	Harley: 	Hm? You would translate? Well, that would much better!
	Fukasaddo: 	*Abyssal* I fear going back now. I should make a new home here.
Cassandra: (( NOW I CAN CLEARLY OBTAIN NEW SUMMONS IN THIS WAY, RIGHT? ))
Harley: (( Yes, you can ))
Harley: (( it's just complicated as all fuck ))
Harley: (( and acts more like a second eidolon and, from what I can tell, is almost always out ))
Fukasaddo: (( ...well shit, she can? ))
Fukasaddo: (( never knew summoners could do that ))
Harley: (( http://paizo.com/pathfinderRPG/prd/ultimateMagic/magic/bindingOutsiders.html ))
Harley: (( All magic classes can, except maybe Bards I think ))
Harley: (( Clerics and Oracles have it super easy ))
Fukasaddo: (( right, right ))
Fukasaddo: (( i remember reading about that once ))
Harley: (( everything else is, agian, complicated as fuck ))
Harley: (( even summoner, because lel ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Draw a circle around it, make sure the being isn't unwilling unless Will save.
tirkaroKujo: 	Why do we even need PTA again
Cassandra: (( NOW WE PLAYIN SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI TABLETOP ))
tirkaroKujo: 	So yeah, guess you can do a thing.
Harley: (( Doesn't mean it'll fight for you or anything though ))
Harley: (( Think more like early Shaman King ))
	Cassandra: 	*Abyssal* You wish to find a home for yourself then?
	Fukasaddo: 	*Abyssal* I am unsure what home I would find here.
	Harley: 	Fine, no matter what you do, I'm going to get that package without any further delay! Don't get yourself killed.
	Cassandra: 	"You may not find a home in a realm like this, but we, my companion and I, travel the realms looking for interesting places. If that strikes your interest, we would be more than happy for you to accompany us in your search. I'm not sure about this one, *tilts head towards Harley* But the more allies interested in dimensional travel, the better."
	Harley: 	(This doesn't concern me anymore, you, be quiet!) *goes into room*
	Fukasaddo: 	"As of now, I am without direction or understanding. I have nothing to lose at this rate. Just please, ensure I do not get entrapped again"
tirkaroKujo: 	The room itself is rather sparse aside from a pile of boxes.
tirkaroKujo: 	However, one box next to the pile stands out
tirkaroKujo: 	You can tlel, because it looks like it's blackened from just being put in an incinerator.
	Cassandra: 	"My summons are myself. I am thou and thou art I. Or whatever it is they say. I will defend you and I hope you would do the same. For that is what allies do, as far as I know."
tirkaroKujo: 	Also the mass occultist markings lining it, but who cares about that shit?
	Fukasaddo: 	"Is this a contract? What side of the pact must I hold then?"
	Harley: 	*holds hand near it; is it hot or anything*
	Cassandra: 	"Besides. I would much rather you be safe with myself and Somnus than hunted on your own; humans are so simple minded against us outsiders."
tirkaroKujo: 	It's pretty steamed over, but not hot enough to the point where it's painful to touch.
	Harley: 	What is that man doing, sending me to fetch this? It's just another stupid box!
	Fukasaddo: 	"It's like you're saying everything I want to hear. I know not who you truly are, humanoid, but I trust you for as long as it takes."
tirkaroKujo: 	The box itself is the size of an average human, shaped similarly like a coffin.
Harley: (( oh, well shit ))
tirkaroKujo: 	*to a coffin
	Harley: 	And a large one, too...I'm not lugging this back, that's certain! And that woman out there, with no regard for safety of this realm... I have my hands full once more, it seems, and nobody to help me this time.
	Cassandra: 	*nods* "I cannot imagine the boredom imprisonment would cause me. So I can sympathize with your plight. I am Cassandra. I come from a realm far from this one, much like yourself. "
	Harley: 	*smacks sheath* You don't count.
	Harley: 	Cassandra, I'm going back to the mansion! The box is rather large, and I'm not going to disgrace myself by blundering about with it for miles.
	Fukasaddo: 	"I see...I have no choice but to travel by your side, until the day I erode away. It will be a much more fulfilling life. This plane would be strange to travel otherwise."
	Cassandra: 	"We are happy to have your companionship then. What is your name?"
	Fukasaddo: 	"Fuk'sdach''d*!ryktoshtkon'arado-Suddakeena'chi'dan, but one should call me Fukasaddo around these planes."
	Cassandra: 	"Then it shall be so."
Harley: (( If I tried to pick the box up, could I ))
tirkaroKujo: 	You have 22 STR
tirkaroKujo: 	So yes
	Harley: 	No reply? Nevertheless, I must wager she heard me! You don't seem to be in any danger, so follow me once you're done!
	Harley: 	Dimension Door!
Harley: (( well that's 840 feet at least ))
Harley: (( maybe that will get me back ,if not I guess I can spend some AP and keep doing it ))
Cassandra: (( Well, shall we call that a wrap? I hate to end it so early but I do work at 8:45 tomorrow. ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Should be enough to get away from the factory, at least
tirkaroKujo: 	Sure, seems like a good a place as any to leave off
Harley: (( Fine by me ))
Harley: (( And now you have this summon, and I have...critical hits ))
Harley: (( and poor Agi ))
tirkaroKujo: 	As *Adjusts glasses* Jesus christ its somehow 4:57
Harley: (( is left being total ass ))
	Cassandra: 	And agidius decides he hates this campaign with all his heart.
	Cassandra: 	And MT's this Grognardfinder
	Harley: 	don't forget to save the log
	Harley: 	WEll
	Harley: 	With all that time he spent meditating in the middle of winter
	Harley: 	Maybe he froze to death
	Cassandra: 	Most likely.