“Ooh! Another door!”
Open the second door. Use any means necessary and/or convenient
You walk unsteadily over to the second door and try to wrench it open with your bare hands. It, unsurprisingly, doesn't open. You look around for a keypad and find none. All you find is a grayish metal rectangle embedded in the wall next to the door.
BE HEALED BY THE POWER OF PAIN!
Well, you did apply the burn cream. You got it on, and in, his wounds really well. Mesk would be proud, if he still felt emotions.
Try and find something that isn't the R and D department.
Immediately thought of
this.
Something that isn't the R&D department eh? Like that wall? Or your left foot? Or that spider robot thats giving you a worrying look? Or perhaps this hall?
You follow the hall that isn't the R&D department down to a second hall that is also not the R&D department. It's filled with weird armed scientists and a giant robot octopus.
They are also not the R&D department. At least, well, they're not the area itself. Though they're related.
Get stuff from bin , put on clothes , head to armoury
Bold your actions otherwise they get lost in the rest of the text.
You grab some clothing and walk to where the armory should be. There is nothing there but a blank wall and a hell of a lot of guys with guns.
And an angry robotic octopus.
This is different.
"Ha!"
Laugh at Auron being thrown. Continue being stuck in goop until I am freed.
HA!
"Tha fuck?"
Taste the goo, walk out whatever enterance there is and look around.
((NOT ENOUGH COLORS ARH))
The goo tastes salty and vaguely like brine.
You join the other new guy and walk out into the hall with all the lasers and the mechanical squid and such.
((NOT ENOUGH COLORS ARH))
((There is some sort of colour system but it involves inputting five digit numbers into some witchery so I've mostly stayed away from it.))
"Why are you punching that guy in the spine! I'm not a doctor and I know that's a bad idea!"
Restrain the Spine Puncher!
You put the erstwhile medic in a head lock while he screams about having a perfectly valid medical license, or he will as soon as he prints it out.
Allow feelings to keep growing towards this ineffable end. Try to make some sort of connection with the planetoid entity. Just let it wash over me, man.
You let it happen and for a moment, for an instant, you feel you know everything. Everything that is, was or ever would be is open to you. You can walk through it, like a museum diorama, and you can pick up the pieces and hold them in your hands. You're there at the division of every cell, at the death of every star; you walk on the golden threads of strong interaction and ride photons from distant stars into the eyes of children thousands of light years away. The exact movement and position of every particle in all of the whole of the universe is known to you, and you can arrange them as you please. The feeling is fading. The knowledge is growing hazy.
What do you do, with these last moments of godhood?
Stand up, dust myself off, steal a few more wireframe items, walk back to the hole and ask what the squid was expecting.
If possible step back on ship while asking.
Oh, and look around to see if i can spot the crystal skeleton.
You land on the grid, crushing a bicycle as you do. You get up, and start walking toward the hole when your foot gets stuck. The strange, digitizing effect is creeping from the ground onto your foot, holding it in place.