UPSILON 3.

A B Y S S A L   ~~8~~   O D D I T Y
PLAY GAME / ACHIEVEMENTS / MODULES / MUSIC / SOLIDUS (15) / CREDITS / QUIT
[R4-██ approved guidelines: http://pastebin.com/1if0B2jP ]
>PLAY GAME
>i'm so friggin glad....
[OUTPUT: Loading...]
[OUTPUT: Loading...]
**ASSAULT / UTILIZE / COALESCE / OBSERVE**
>OBSERVE.
[OUTPUT: Azure Lapis: 9/15 HP.
Smoldering Centurion: 7/17 HP.
NOTES: A brass-plated suit of armor around a number of inbuilt technologies and bioschemas. The being levitates on foot-mounted propulsion generators. You’d thought you had left the last of the Centurions in the Mu Sector. You appear to have been gravely mistaken. The brass seems to burn orange with a molten heat.]
>Hm.
>INVENTORY, if you will.
[ http://pastebin.com/sXngWA1X ]
>have we used brinewater thus far?
>last i recall that was mostly for people murder
>cut off its other leg while you're at it
>no, we need to destroy the thing keeping it aloft.
>attack the propulsion generators.
[OUTPUT: Those are in the legs.]
>ah.
[OUTPUT: Well, one of them is presently missing, thanks to you.]
>Fire precise blasts of water directly at the propulsion generators, then, aiming to take them offline and force the Smouldering Centurion onto the ground.
[OUTPUT: You attempt to attack the Centurion, but trip on your own feet, and drop to the floor.]
>oh see now it's not the worst ever
>haha
>goddamn that was shit.
[OUTPUT: Defenseless, the Centurion looms over you.]
>"the centurion then stomps on you"
>...
>"you die horribly"
>ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME
>rip us
[OUTPUT: The Centurion instantly kills you.]
>...
[OUTPUT: ...]
>...
>.......................
[OUTPUT: ...]
>beautiful
>I KNEW we should never have gone alone.
>I blame the RNG
[OUTPUT: Would you like to continue? Y/N.]
>Y.
>Y
[OUTPUT: ...]
[OUTPUT: ...]
>yeah who even did that we should have just brought someone
>we coulda tried N and restarted
[OUTPUT: Everything is black.]
>...oh god
[OUTPUT: What do you do?]
>examine surroundings...?
[OUTPUT: Your eyes are closed.]
>kek. open them.
[OUTPUT: You open your eyes.]
[OUTPUT: ...]
[OUTPUT: Your name is TOPAZ. You are currently standing in a BOILING LAKE of questionable existence, in a plane of eternal blackness. You are all alone.]
>wait, what.
[OUTPUT: What do you do?]
>inventory.
[OUTPUT: There's nothing there.]
>Look around.
[OUTPUT: You take painful steps through the BOILING LAKE. Your feet hurt, and your gem, still upon your navel, of course, stings occasionally as well.]
>think.
>what's the last thing you remember?
[OUTPUT: Walking into a seared room behind some newly-carven art.]
>damn.
>Fuck.
[OUTPUT: Suddenly, something drops from the sky, into the BOILING LAKE.]
>Examine the something...?
[OUTPUT: It's a body.]
>...examine boDy.
[OUTPUT: You examine the dubiously-alive body of Azure Lapis. She's asleep, you think. Asleep in the scalding waters, gem shining a light into this *infernal* darkness.]
>pick her up.
[OUTPUT: You remove Azure from the waters. She mutters something in her sleep as you do so.]
>what?
[OUTPUT: "Херита Хилн ин тхе чиллед роом... фуцк, сомебоды саве ме."]
[OUTPUT: X.]
>but... she wasn't IN the chilled room.
>How does she know?
[OUTPUT: How do *you* know?]
[OUTPUT: Please enter command.]
>really though. you need to deliver a message.
>how can you let cyan and charoite know azure needs your help while you're catatonic?
[OUTPUT: You? You can't.]
>damnit.
>...but can *azure* tell them, somehow?
[OUTPUT: Can she?]
>is that even possible in this mindscape?
[OUTPUT: You don't know.]
>try.
[OUTPUT: How?]
>concentrate really, *really* hard and see if a message broadcasts itself from your gem that the others can see, maybe?
[OUTPUT: You concentrate with all your might. Nothing happens, save for your getting slightly dizzy.]
>damnit.
>any other places of interest?
[OUTPUT: There is nothing but this BOILING LAKE here with you.]
>then where did azure fall from? the sky?
[OUTPUT: Yes.]
>did she just appear from nothingness?
[OUTPUT: Yes.]
>keep walking through the boiling lake, then.
[OUTPUT: You continue to walk. You find nothing. Azure curls up slightly in your arms, in her sleep. It doesn't seem to be a particularly deep one.]
>try to wake her up?
[OUTPUT: You wake Azure up with little difficulty. She startles, grasping tight upon your arm, before seeing it is merely you. Her pupils dilate, and she immediately vanishes.]
>there we go.
[OUTPUT: You are once more alone.]
>Examine the sky and horizon.
[OUTPUT: You examine the sky. A light sparks in the nothingness.]
>Examine light closer...
[OUTPUT: You sight an eye in the light. How odd.]
[OUTPUT: ... Wait.]
[OUTPUT: This eye seems familiar to you, somehow.]
[OUTPUT: Yet, you can't quite recall whom it belongs to.]
>The Eye of the Ocean?
[OUTPUT: Not quite.]
[OUTPUT: You suddenly recall a name and face that all reason and amnesia say you shouldn't.]
[OUTPUT: *Amarill Vardiveig*.]
>Vardiveig.
[OUTPUT: ...]
[OUTPUT: ...]
[OUTPUT: Your name is AZURE LAPIS.]
>Examine surroundings, open eyes if closed.
[OUTPUT: You look around. You are in the boiling room off of the main chamber of the Smoldering Mausoleum.]
[OUTPUT: The Smoldering Centurion has been sliced in half by what appears to have been a smooth edge, and the door beyond has been broken open, revealing stairs. However, one door yet remains unsearched through. The one leading to the chilled room.]
>venator was here
>at least that is what i am guessing
[OUTPUT: Please enter command.]
>Search chilled room.
>Perhaps?
[OUTPUT: You enter the chilled room.]
[OUTPUT: The door shuts behind you.]
[OUTPUT: There is but one object in the room, casting forth a titanic aura. You're almost afraid to look at it.]
>Look at it.
[OUTPUT: You gaze directly into the face of a sunken eyeless corpse, several stories tall, collapsed in the room. The corpse leaks blood from a variety of orifices. *There is a figure sitting in the lotus position atop its head.*]
>Examine figure.
>is that what I fucking think it is.
[OUTPUT: They are pale, short, and practically featureless, save for an almost cuboid head.]
>hold on a fucking second.
>okay, nope, nvm.
>anything else of interest in the room?
[OUTPUT: No.]
>...see if the cuboid-headed-one sees you.
[OUTPUT: They're staring right at you.]
>"Hello?"
¶ / Ыоу хаве цоме хере ин аггрессион, хавеньт ыоу. А сервант оф Царин, мы нехт ехецутионер.
>haha, what?
>Who is Carin?
[OUTPUT: A planet. You *think.*]
>"Aggression? No. I'm just here to get some treasure, you know?"
¶ / И доньт. Тхе ласт треасуре И ацqуиред филлед мы веинс wитх боилинг аечориан поисон.
>What.
>that sounds like magetear?
>do any of you have an idea as to what he's talking about.
¶ / Доньт бе со qуицк ас то ассуме гендер, Греен.
>OH FUCK OH FUCK
>Alright then, what *they*'re talking about.
>I KNOW WHAT YOU WERE SAYING I DIDN'T HAVE TO TRANSLATE IT
>And hello, whoever you are.
¶ / Мхм.
>Haha, what?
>So. You know who we are, then?
¶ / Перхапс.
>So... What's this huge corpse doing here?
¶ / Итьс а дистацтион.
>...A distaction for what.
>(BE READY TO DODGE)
[OUTPUT: You are suddenly engaged in combat.]
>You didn't even ask if we wished to do it?
**ASSAULT / UTILIZE / COALESCE / OBSERVE**
>You fucking monster.
>OBSERVE
>OBSERVE
[OUTPUT: Semicolon: 5/5 HP.
NOTES: Херита Хилн: 0/3.]
>WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT
>WE'RE DEALING WITH SOME KIND OF ELDRITCH HORROR
>NO DESCRIPTION
>uh
>Inventory?
[ http://pastebin.com/sXngWA1X ]
>I was half expecting it to just be semicolons.
>fUCK.
¶ / X.
>((What does X mean? I see you say it sometimes.))
¶ / Ит меанс ыоу хад беттер сwитч тхат леттер.
¶ / Ор леттерс.
>Hah, did that mentally.
[OUTPUT: You have no idea who this person is talking to.]
>Kek.
>X would be H, then?? Eh.
>Let's just get this show on the road.
>Blast Semicolon with a powerful whirlpool of water. Slam them into the huge corpse and then try to lift them up into the air and keep them suspended there for as long as possible.
>Good.
>what the fuck
>ha
>this is all kinds of mindfuck
[OUTPUT: You attempt to blast Semicolon with a whirlpool of water. Her very veins seem to flicker with images of a undulating god being formed in a gray mechanical prison, and her form disappears into static momentarily. The whirlpool passes through her. She appears to solidify.]
>I was afraid something like that would happen.
>Good thing we tried.
**ENEMY TURN.**
>Well! Let's die two times in a row, huh?
¶ / Херита Хилн: 1/3.
**YOUR TURN.**
**ASSAULT / UTILIZE / COALESCE / OBSERVE**
>...
>is this being organic?
>erelye
>Observe.
[OUTPUT: Semicolon: 5/5 HP.
NOTES: Херита Хилн: 1/3.]
>are they organic or are they a gem
>whatever. the moral of the story is.
>bend the water in their veins.
¶ / Тхе ансwер то ыоур qуестион ис РХ-1537.
>cause them to explode from the inside out. let's see how their god handles being displayed on the ground, in a shimmering pool of blood.
>wait, let me check that out, then.
>РХ-1537: No real threat. Location designated as F18-β, research facility #806. Currently inactive. РХ-1537-1 through РХ-1537-8941 are surprisingly resilient, whereas РХ-1537-8942 through РХ-1537-██████ do not meet expectations. Vitae Project files contain more precise evaluation. Further data restricted to R4-██ class personnel.
>oh jesus fuck.
>it's the one that had like millions of beings.
>I'd say to run, if there was an option for it.
[OUTPUT: Do you follow through with the hydrokinetic exsanguination?]
>Hey, they actually haven't displayed hostile intent other than the battle menu coming up.
¶ / Белиеве ме, тхатьс нот wхат ыоуьлл бе саыинг wхен ыоуьре он тхе флипсиде оф тхис баттле.
>Hah.
>follow through, yes.
>objections?
>Sure, why not.
>OH GOD DAMNIT.
[OUTPUT: You attempt to exsanguinate them forcefully, and find that Semicolon's blood is one hundred percent ИАМОНД.]
**ENEMY TURN.**
>IAMOND. There's that word again.
¶ / Херита Хилн: 2/3.
**YOUR TURN.**
**ASSAULT / UTILIZE / COALESCE / OBSERVE**
>Strategizing.
>OBSERVE
[OUTPUT: Semicolon: 5/5 HP.
NOTES: Херита Хилн: 2/3.]
>Just fucking surround them in a massive mass of water and keep it on them when they inevitably staticify? Sound good?
>sure.
>well! crystal!
>ever--
>...
>:ggez:
>erm
[OUTPUT: You surround Semicolon in a twisting mass of water.]
>that's a large die
¶ / ИОУЦОС.
>oh god.
>IOUCOS. "I think, therefore I am," brought to madness.
[OUTPUT: Visions flood your mind, overwhelming you. Multiple Semicolons appear outside of the mass, glowing with a honey-golden light. You are blown back into the wall without a single touch. Your concentration dissipates, and are smashed into the wall, water raining down upon the floor.]
>WAIT. Erelye said that, or at least, I THINK he said that, if we played our cards right we COULD get a new party member in this room?
**ENEMY TURN.**
¶ / Ыоу алреады хаве.
¶ / Херита Хилн 3/3.
>Haha, what???
>And now I say that not as a gesture of censorship but as 'what the fuck.'
[OUTPUT: All of the Semicolon doubles disappear suddenly.]
>So either Semicolon is somehow one of our party members or she
>is somehow Azure herself.
[OUTPUT: The original Semicolon then glows with a harsh golden light. You cover your eyes, and a single symbol enters your mind.]
[OUTPUT: :.]
>the ; turns into an :
>but what does it mean??
**YOUR TURN. :D**
>It is complete now?
**ASSAULT / UTILIZE / COALESCE / OBSERVE**
>ask semicolon what it's doing.
>(talking is a free action.)
>~~semi~~colon
>Observe?
>therefore not semi
>OBSERVE, first off. then ask.
[OUTPUT: Azure Lapis: 9/15 HP.
Colon: 5/5 HP.
NOTES: Херита Хилн.]
>...Why are they all grouped together.
¶ / Ох, тхатьс еасы. Ыоуьре усинг ме, анд Иьм усинг ыоу.
>PAUSE GAME.
>Bring up the pause menu.
[OUTPUT: GAME PAUSED.]
>can I translate something via the pause menu?
[OUTPUT: If you so desire.]
>Herita Hiln.
>I'm ASSUMING this is Drenovian.
>Is it?
[OUTPUT: Herita and Hiln aren't words.]
>then it's a name.
[OUTPUT: Herita Hiln isn't a name.]
>...
>then it's an err.
[OUTPUT: No, it's just you failing to add in xes.]
>KEK
>godDAMNIT
>XERITA XILN
>:whoa: AREYOUHAPPYNOW
[OUTPUT: XERITA XILN is the main character of the hit 2015 game VOID, by Violet Citadel, in the world of Abyssal Oddity.]
[OUTPUT: She is usually referred to as X.X.]
>Holy crap.
>what in the actual fuck.
>VOID?
>is... there something I'm forgetting?
>or is this a prequel we haven't yet played?
[OUTPUT: Something you weren't present for.]
>either way, this is... interesting.
>That one game.
>is it on pastebin or something?
[OUTPUT: It was never played.]
[OUTPUT: Not yet, at least.]
>Suggestion: >Unpause game. Azure: Remember everything you can about the game VOID.
[OUTPUT: GAME UNPAUSED.]
[OUTPUT: You can remember a total of three things about VOID, despite having played it religiously back in the day, as had Cyan, apparently.]
[OUTPUT: One. Don't eat the Pale Apple.]
[OUTPUT: Two. Voidlight isn't real.]
[OUTPUT: Three. ИОУЦОС.]
>yep, just IOUCOS as usualy
>this is insane
>that word sticks out like a sore thumb
¶ / Исньт еверытхинг инсане?
>concentrate on the word ИОУЦОС. it doesn't matter what copies or colons stand in your way. You think, therefore you are. **I** think, therefore **I** am. **ИОУЦОС.
[OUTPUT: Complete this phrase. ɮoअʑɣ पॢॡѦЊ ɕΦѦҒѮʑɟ ----- · --- ----.]
>...
>translate "ɮoअʑɣ पॢॡѦЊ ɕΦѦҒѮʑɟ" in pause menu??
[OUTPUT: GAME PAUSED.]
[OUTPUT: INPUT: ɮoअʑɣ पॢॡѦЊ ɕΦѦҒѮʑɟ ----- · --- ----.]
[OUTPUT: OUTPUT: ИОУЦОС ВЫРИЛ ОПХИДИОН ----- · --- ----.]
[OUTPUT: Translation credit absorbed.]
[OUTPUT: GAME UNPAUSED.]
>I... uh...
>A lot of those are suspiciously close to the triangle thing.
>it's IOUCOS VYRIL OPHIDION.
>I AM ??? ???.
>I remember IOUCOS, VYR, and OPHI from that triangle.
>I feel like this is trying to say I THINK THEREFORE I AM but we *did* that already.
[OUTPUT: Do you have an answer?]
>...
>could I absorb another translation credit
>for the english
>or is that cheating
[OUTPUT: If you so desire.]
>do so.
[OUTPUT: GAME PAUSED.]
[OUTPUT: INPUT: ИОУЦОС ВЫРИЛ ОПХИДИОН ----- · --- ----.]
[OUTPUT: OUTPUT: I am a silent change of mind, --- - --- ------.]
[OUTPUT: Translation credit absorbed.]
[OUTPUT: GAME UNPAUSED.]
>...
>VYR is silence, okay.
>could you repost the triangle?
[OUTPUT: You have five minutes to reach an answer.]
>oh shit uh
>AFT-MAT is AFT-MATHAI the horrible, or something like that.
>HAAKU... that sounds *so* familiar.
>god in drenovian
[OUTPUT: "анд доньт бламе МАЛПЕИЫЦ фор беинг ГОД."]
>Aft'mathai the Horrible, yeah.
>RIGHT. HAAKU is GOD.
>I am a silent change of mind, I am a forgotten god?
>FINGERS CROSSED
[OUTPUT: Is this your final answer?]
>Does anyone else have any other ideas?
>Aft'mathai means forgotten name in Aklo, so.
>it doesn't fit the spaces?
>oh wait
>oh yeah, it doesn't.
>uhhhhhhhhhhhhh
[OUTPUT: You fail to obtain godlike power through the Fourteen Syllables. Colon rolls her eyes, chuckling slightly.]
>***HAHA, WHAT***
[OUTPUT: You mean c'est la vie.]
>u_u c'est la vie
[OUTPUT: Now what?]
>we'll just get pulverized if we try to attack again.
>or rather, they'll dodge, and we'll get assaulted with visions.
>we need to try to get those syllables again.
>that's probably our only shot.
>concentrate on **ИОУЦОС** once more, perhaps?
[OUTPUT: You aren't some sort of scholar of the Philosophy. Nothing occurs.]
>I am the lake, and the stone tossed into it, perhaps?
>I need to go
>But why be the stone descending into the lake when you can be the being that dropped it?
[OUTPUT: Turn times out automatically in two minutes.]
>Hrm.
>Observe?
>Or did we already get that?
[OUTPUT: You did.]
>Ok...
>Any items we have that could help?
[OUTPUT: Probably not.]
**ENEMY TURN.**
>Since we are literally incapable of defending, just launch a spear of water at her and watch her reaction?
>Dammit.
[OUTPUT: *X.X.* snaps her fingers, and her form grows coated in navy lightning and static.]
>I think i have the syllables
>Damn
¶ / Белиеве ме. Тхис исньт тхе ласт оф тхе интригуе хере. Юст тхе сецонд парт, wитх фоур море то го. Ыоуьлл сее ме латер. Нот соон, бут латер.
>What do you think they are?
>I am a silent change of mind, I am a plague of God?
[OUTPUT: Incorrect.]
>Close?
[OUTPUT: No.]
>Then my approach isn't working.
>Damn.
>four words
>Fourteen syllables.
[OUTPUT: Colon suddenly disappears with a crackle of ozone. The door behind you opens.]
>I'll get a bit done.
>Go back, then?
>first is 5 in dren and 3 in english, fourth is four letters in dren and six in english
[OUTPUT: You return to the room with the dead Centurion. The broken door before you gapes open.]
>Head through.
[OUTPUT: You head through, ascending up a spiral staircase of stone.]
[OUTPUT: After a great many minutes, you reach the apex of the citadel. The roof is some sort of pattern of square tiles. There is a floating island just off of it. Somebody is standing upon it, kneeling before what appears to be a mass of carven owls and owl-related paraphernalia.]
>Who?
[OUTPUT: Why, the Venator, of course.]
>.........
[OUTPUT: :/: O /|\ O :\:]
>I ACCIDENTALLY PUN
>Approach the Venator. See if they respond:
>'Zis a spire?
[OUTPUT: You can't reach the floating island, but you take a step towards them. They rise, speaking without looking at you at all.]
[OUTPUT: "Don't bother with the Infinity Eye, Azure. It's just a solidusi trick. Seek... hmm."]
[OUTPUT: "*Seek the Oddity.*"]
>...Nod, with understanding.
[OUTPUT: Now, why would you do that? You have no idea what this guy is talking about.]
>I do??
>If we don't, though...
>Then ask for an explanation.
[OUTPUT: The Venator pulls up a holographic screen, tapping a few things. "Not my place. Ask my fellows. *The Parliament.* Assuming you leave here alive, that is."]
[OUTPUT: In a beam of light, they are gone.]
>...so he's in league with them:
>And we don't even know what They want:
>Do we?
[OUTPUT: No.]
>(I keep pressing colons on accident)
[OUTPUT: It's a good homage to X.X.]
>Look around for anything else.
>Hah. true.
[OUTPUT: You look around. The wind shrieks with a shrill voice.]
[OUTPUT: "TRAINING MODE ACTIVATED! DO YOU WISH TO ENGAGE IN COMBAT?"]
>:/: O /|\\ O :\:
>Yes
[OUTPUT: Several tiles grind backward. An object rises from the tower.]
[OUTPUT: No objects or beings leap off of it.]
[OUTPUT: FINAL BOSS: UPSILON.]
**ASSAULT / UTILIZE / COALESCE / OBSERVE**
>Oh shit.
>OBSERVE
[OUTPUT: Training Drone: 30/30 HP.
NOTES: The totem-like crystal-headed training drone of the facility. Can fire bolts of electrostatic radiation, flame, and frost. While the smell of sweat is not exactly pleasant, it is certainly better than the reek of death. CURRENT MODE: *ЦЕРСИХИС* / ИХИС / ПЕРЛ.]
>Damnit.
>Wait, elemental modes?
>That must be frost.
>Because I see IXIS in there.
>We've got a sword, don't we?
[OUTPUT: You can make one out of water.]
>The instant the drone fires a projectile our way, reflect it back with the sword.
[OUTPUT: Very well.]
**ENEMY TURN.**
[OUTPUT: You manage to deflect a bolt of pure electricity directly back into the droid. It emits a startled hiss, smoking already. You have a feeling this is going to be an easy fight.]
>Get KLEKLELED.
**YOUR TURN.**
>Observe.
**ASSAULT / UTILIZE / COALESCE / OBSERVE**
[OUTPUT: Training Drone: 24/30 HP.
NOTES: The totem-like crystal-headed training drone of the facility. Can fire bolts of electrostatic radiation, flame, and frost. While the smell of sweat is not exactly pleasant, it is certainly better than the reek of death. CURRENT MODE: ЦЕРСИХИС / *ИХИС* / ПЕРЛ.]
>Fire a jet of water at the drone right as it shoots out fire, nullifying the projectile and creating a premature explosion that damages the drone. Prepare to dodge just in case.
[OUTPUT: You proceed to blow a hole in one of the three main elemental emitters. This fight is turning out to be laughably easy, and it's your turn again.]
**ASSAULT / UTILIZE / COALESCE / OBSERVE**
>Observe
[OUTPUT: Training Drone: 14/30 HP.
NOTES: The totem-like crystal-headed training drone of the facility. Can fire bolts of electrostatic radiation, flame, and frost. While the smell of sweat is not exactly pleasant, it is certainly better than the reek of death. CURRENT MODE: ЦЕРСИХИС / ИХИС / *ПЕРЛ*.]
>Try to deflect the ice, too.
[OUTPUT: You attempt to deflect ice with water.]
[OUTPUT: This drops a hunk of pure ice directly upon your head.]
**ENEMY TURN.**
[OUTPUT: You are then promptly blasted in the chest with a burst of electricity, slamming you into the citadel spire's rather heightened wall.]
**YOUR TURN.**
**ASSAULT / UTILIZE / COALESCE / OBSERVE**
>Observe
[OUTPUT: Azure Lapis: 3/15 HP.
Training Drone: 14/30 HP.
NOTES: The totem-like crystal-headed training drone of the facility. Can fire bolts of electrostatic radiation, flame, and frost. While the smell of sweat is not exactly pleasant, it is certainly better than the reek of death. CURRENT MODE: ЦЕРСИХИС / *ИХИС* / ПЕРЛ.]
>OH GOD
>CAN WE HEAL
[OUTPUT: No.]
>...
>kek
>time to see topaz real fuckin' soon
>Deflect with your sword of water, and hope your aim is true. Aim directly for the elemental hole of the drone. Prepare to dodge if necessary.
[OUTPUT: You proceed to detonate the totem's second elemental emitter.]
**ASSAULT / UTILIZE / COALESCE / OBSERVE**
>...all that's left is?
>Observe.
[OUTPUT: Azure Lapis: 3/15 HP.
Training Drone: 3/30 HP.
NOTES: The totem-like crystal-headed training drone of the facility. Can fire bolts of electrostatic radiation, flame, and frost. While the smell of sweat is not exactly pleasant, it is certainly better than the reek of death. CURRENT MODE: ЦЕРСИХИС / ИХИС / *ПЕРЛ*.]
>Throw a water sword clean through the drone BEFORE it fires. Dodge out of the way when it does.
[OUTPUT: You slice the drone in half like a badass. It collapses to the ground in halves.]
>YES.
[OUTPUT: It then proceeds to explode, away from you. All is silent.]
[OUTPUT: Please enter command.]
>try to get some rest
>or go through the door
[OUTPUT: You just slept, like five hours ago.]
>haha
>fair enough
>Examine area closely?
[OUTPUT: The area is perfectly square; a practical chess board of squares upon squares. There is nothing on the ground.]
>Damnit now I REALLY have to go.
>See if one of the squares has a hatch we can pull up.

[OUTPUT: You pull up a square, and find something beneath it that you would deem rather beneficial, if you do say so yourself.]
[OUTPUT: IIIIII-II.]
>whee
>Did I just get a void shard
[OUTPUT: Yes.]
>YES
>Knew that would pay off
[OUTPUT: Saving...]
[OUTPUT: Saving...]
[OUTPUT: Saving...]
[OUTPUT: Game saved and quit successfully. Thanks for playing, and have a nice night.]