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[Blade Master Model 42]

>Penny: Well, let's hope you don't have a bullet lodged in you. Tape some gauze over that thing and head back to your room.

[ShoesandHats]

Spoiler: Spritelog (click to show/hide)

ARTHURCROWSPRITE: Ford, is that you?
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: Just where in the - oh, you're not Ford.
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: Er, I really should expect this by now. Winding up in a young alien boy's house at random.
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: You know, it's awfully cold in here.
PS: Oh hell yes.
PS: Arthur, do you have any idea what the hell is going on?
PS: It's all incredibly confusing.

[anailater]

((Hitchhikers Guide! Woo!))

[freeformschooler]

>Penny: Well, let's hope you don't have a bullet lodged in you. Tape some gauze over that thing and head back to your room.

[Healing (Mediocre) +1 = Average] Well, at least you didn't make it any worse. You're still bleeding and it hurts a little to walk, but it would probably feel a lot worse if you had a bullet still lodged in there. You head back to your room.

Attempt to figure out interface/Trash his bathroom something fierce.

[Plumbing (Mediocre) +1 = Average] You figure out the interface in only a few minutes. Your random clicks, however, have resulted in a mild, erm, toiletry accident. Sweet, sweet revenge. It seems that you can spawn a bunch of items in his house with his remaining "grist". Actually, it seems you could spawn a whole bunch of them, given that he has like 20,000 units of the stuff for some weird reason.

>Oh hell yes.

Spoiler: Spritelog (click to show/hide)

ARTHURCROWSPRITE: Ford, is that you?
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: Just where in the - oh, you're not Ford.
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: Er, I really should expect this by now. Winding up in a young alien boy's house at random.
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: You know, it's awfully cold in here.
PS: Oh hell yes.
PS: Arthur, do you have any idea what the hell is going on?
PS: It's all incredibly confusing.
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: Oh, I know.
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: But... it's looking less confusing by the second!
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: I can practically feel my noggin filling up with knowledge. It's actually very painful.

[Ochita]

Jonathan, shrugging at knowing that he had done what he needed to, left one final note on the pesterlog

Spoiler: Pesterlog (click to show/hide)

LR: Also, hit the top of that cylinder-looking machine, the one with the wheel, then throw something cool in
LR: Trust me, It'll be cool!

>Jonathan: CATCH THAT BIRD

[Liber celi]

>ACHIM: Judge situation!
Okay.
Your shiny new amulet is spazzing out. You should look to that.
This kernel thing is blinking at an alarming rate. You should look to that.
That journal is begging for help.  You should look to that.
Your co-players are strangely quiet. You should look to that.

There is asbestos dropping from the ceiling where Bootjack is digging a burrow. You don't want to deal with that.
Okay.
>ACHIM: Prioritize?
Is this even a word? Anyway, the kernel is starting to give you headaches. It also is the only problem following you as you move around.
Since it is probably a game construct, you can combine this with problem no. 4:

Spoiler: show Pesterlog (click to show/hide)

DarkeningDork[DD] started pestering psuedoSkeptic[PS]
DD: Eh...
DD: Do you happen to know what I have to do to this blinking kernel object?
DD: I think it is trying to pick a fight with me or something?

The journal probably is just some questlog or storyhook. We will see.
Next stop: The amulet.
>ACHIM: Try pressing, speaking into and waving around the amulet! Then start a quick and therefore superficial chemical analysis!

[TherosPherae]

testingBeta began pestering starboundLogicbomb

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

TB: hey
TB: could you get your ass in gear, please
TB: I'd like to play this game before I turn 80
SL: I regret to inform you that, in order:
SL: There is a meteor heading toward my house that will wipe out the entire western continent
SL: And I have some sort of... black spirographical seizure thingy floating around furniture that wasn't there three seconds ago.
SL: If you tell me to hurry up again I will punch you in the face.
SL: But fiiiine lets put off my imminent death and get this thing going.
SL: Oh there's more than one machine? I'll have to look for where he put those...
SL: What's this do?
TB: yeah sure imminent death. right.
TB: why am I not seeing much of anything on my end
TB: what kind of shitty game is thi- what was that noise.
TB: oh dear god.
TB: that was was probably my toilet
TB: what the shiiiit
TB: ...actually, this could be interesting
TB: could you go poke the robosquid thing downstairs
TB: or fix that leak in the roof
TB: or please do something besides karmic toilet ruination

Jack: Attempt toilet repair.

[freeformschooler]

>Jonathan: CATCH THAT BIRD

You head downstairs and attempt to hastily sneak up on the bird which is attempting to yet again futilely escape through glass.



[Running (Average) -1]

Just as you get near it, though, it turns around and attempts to fly directly overhead. But wait - your years of dodging raindrops in the rain, metaphorically, have prepared you for this. Would you like to spend a fate point to tag Touhou Fanatic [] for a +2 or reroll?

>ACHIM: Try pressing, speaking into and waving around the amulet! Then start a quick and therefore superficial chemical analysis!

You try doing a bunch of things to the amulet, but it doesn't change. The glowing fades a little after a few minutes, though.

[Chemistry (Fair) -1] You are not able to determine the elemental makeup of the blue gem in the center, but the outer rim is almost certainly high-price gold. You could sell this thing for at least a thousand units of weird German currency.

[Dermonster]

testingBeta began pestering starboundLogicbomb

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

TB: hey
TB: could you get your ass in gear, please
TB: I'd like to play this game before I turn 80
SL: I regret to inform you that, in order:
SL: There is a meteor heading toward my house that will wipe out the entire western continent
SL: And I have some sort of... black spirographical seizure thingy floating around furniture that wasn't there three seconds ago.
SL: If you tell me to hurry up again I will punch you in the face.
SL: But fiiiine lets put off my imminent death and get this thing going.
SL: Oh there's more than one machine? I'll have to look for where he put those...
SL: What's this do?
TB: yeah sure imminent death. right.
TB: why am I not seeing much of anything on my end
TB: what kind of shitty game is thi- what was that noise.
TB: oh dear god.
TB: that was was probably my toilet
TB: what the shiiiit
TB: ...actually, this could be interesting
TB: could you go poke the robosquid thing downstairs
TB: or fix that leak in the roof
TB: or please do something besides karmic toilet ruination
SL: So it DOES connect directly to real life.
SL: I think I'll stick with toilet retribution.
SL: Oops! Did I upend that over your head accidentally?
SL: So sorry!
SL: Oh hey, I can put stuff down.
SL: I recognize this one. Pry the cap off then turn the crank. This odd seizure thingy will come out of it.
SL: Hold up...
SL: Apparently you have to toss something in it?
SL: I just put down everything I could wherever.
SL: I have to go.

Gain list of everything I can put down, then place them haphazardly.

Giving silent thanks to LR, Sirius turned back to his spirograph thingy.

He though for a moment, and looked around his room.

Toss in Scale of the universe poster!

[Blade Master Model 42]

>Penny: Get on your computer, and figure out who you're supposed to be servering for.

[Ochita]

Time slowed for Jonathan, as if he was reimu team, and it was time to deathbomb. Just even thinking about that made him realize, that he could do this, and he knew that being a Touhou Fanatic Would pay off. Considering how appropiate youmu's theme would be right now, he merely thought of the name, Hiroari shoots a strange bird, till when?

Tag touhou fanatic, Reroll!

[ShoesandHats]

Spoiler: Spritelog (click to show/hide)

ARTHURCROWSPRITE: Ford, is that you?
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: Just where in the - oh, you're not Ford.
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: Er, I really should expect this by now. Winding up in a young alien boy's house at random.
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: You know, it's awfully cold in here.
PS: Oh hell yes.
PS: Arthur, do you have any idea what the hell is going on?
PS: It's all incredibly confusing.
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: Oh, I know.
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: But... it's looking less confusing by the second!
ARTHURCROWSPRITE: I can practically feel my noggin filling up with knowledge. It's actually very painful.
PS: Well, sorry, but I'd still very much like to know what the deal is with all these machines and stuff.
PS: Also, what exactly am I supposed to do with that orb?

[Liber celi]

>ACHIM: Be pestered!

Spoiler: Show pesterlog (click to show/hide)

-- prettyPugilist [PP] began pestering darkeningDork [DD] at 22:59 --
[10:59] PP: Okay, so, just got your message.
[10:59] DD: hey!
[10:59] DD: that's good. You took care of him D:
[10:59] DD: ?
[11:00] PP: Eeyah
[11:00] PP: I kind of took a bullet in the side
[11:00] PP: it really hurts
[11:00] DD: damn.
[11:00] DD: is it bleeding?
[11:00] PP: Plus my sprite is missing? Lame
[11:00] PP: And everyone is gone
[11:00] PP: yeah
[11:00] PP: like, a lot
[11:01] PP: I slapped some gauze on it, so there's that
[11:01] PP: One of these days, i need to learn first-aid
[11:01] DD: can't you call an Ambulance?
[11:01] PP: Oh yeah, i guess i could, duh
[11:01] PP: ...911 isn't working.
[11:01] PP: That's all kinds of scary
[11:02] DD: okay. Where the hell are you?
[11:02] PP: I just got back to my room.
[11:02] DD: Then it IS scary.
[11:02] DD: do you think this is like one of these thrillers
[11:02] PP: Thrillers?
[11:02] DD: where the axe murderer can magically disable phone lines?
[11:03] PP: what?
[11:03] PP: No, I used my cell phone
[11:03] DD: 'scuse my Denglish
[11:03] DD: well, I guess the same principle can be applied to any tech...
[11:03] PP: It didn't work.
[11:03] PP: It was wierd though
[11:03] PP: no busy signal
[11:03] PP: no recording
[11:04] DD: that means you are underground?
[11:04] DD: Or every cell tower in your area is defunct?
[11:04] PP: Nuh-uh, I got your message on my phone with the pesterapp
[11:05] DD: okay.
[11:05] DD: This leaves the magical axemurderer.
[11:05] DD: or gunman, in your case
[11:05] PP: I have no clue where he is, but he might be dead
[11:05] PP: I tossed him into a what amounts to a coffin full of spikes
[11:05] PP: And then jammed the lid on.
[11:06] DD: falling into spikes should be deadly, yes...
[11:06] DD: SHOULD be...
[11:06] PP: Plus the whole area sort of vanished
[11:06] PP: so if he isn't dead, he's gone.
[11:06] DD: okay... so you have absolutely no possible trace of his body?
[11:07] PP: Well, no.
[11:07] PP: But I doubt it'll be an issue
[11:07] DD: hmm... frightening.
[11:07] DD: don't sleep!
[11:08] PP: Yeah, sleeping is not really on my to do list right now
[11:08] DD: because of the bleeding wound, and also the attacker.
[11:08] DD: what is a sprite again?
[11:08] PP: I wanna know where everyone is.
[11:08] PP: oh, the sprite?
[11:08] DD: isn't it some kind of fairy?
[11:09] PP: there is a magical thing that pops out of your cruxdealie and you throw a thing in and it turns into the thing
[11:09] PP: Mine is Zell Dincht <3
[11:09] DD: Okay. This is actually happening right here too.
[11:09] PP: Oh, cool
[11:09] PP: what are you putting in?
[11:09] DD: what would happen if my murdeous cat jumps into it?
[11:10] DD: Would I
[11:10] DD: be rid
[11:10] DD: of him?
[11:10] PP: I don't think so
[11:10] PP: I think he'd just get a ghost butt
[11:10] DD: Hm
[11:10] DD: Hm?
[11:10] DD: that would be disturbing
[11:10] DD: on several levels.
[11:11] PP: A bit
[11:11] PP: I just focus on his cute face..
[11:11] DD: My cat's?
[11:11] DD: well, it is kinda rugged...
[11:11] DD: but
[11:11] PP: No, no
[11:11] DD: enough of that
[11:11] PP: Zell
[11:11] PP: God, he is just
[11:11] PP: oh, ok
[11:11] DD: your sprite?
[11:11] PP: YES
[11:11] DD: he vanished?
[11:12] PP: Oh, yeah
[11:12] PP: he did.
[11:12] PP: I dunno where he went
[11:12] PP: Everyone else is gone.
[11:12] PP: The gaggle of butlers, the fleet of maids
[11:12] PP: Mommy and Daddy too.
[11:12] DD: So you are alone and bleeding?
[11:12] PP: Sucks.
[11:12] DD: METAL.
[11:12] PP: Yeah
[11:12] PP: ?
[11:13] DD: Oh nothing, just phased out for a moment
[11:13] DD: sorry
[11:13] DD: I am under some pressure here, what with this priorities
[11:13] PP: Uh, do you want to talk later?
[11:13] DD: Sure.
[11:13] PP: Okay then
[11:13] DD: right now I have to find something that is not a cat...
[11:14] PP: good luck with stuff
[11:14] DD: You too
[11:14] DD: try not to bleed to death
-- prettyPugilist [PP] ceased pestering darkeningDork [DD] at 23:14 --
-- prettyPugilist [PP] began pestering darkeningDork [DD] at 23:14 --
[11:14] PP: thanks
-- prettyPugilist [PP] ceased pestering darkeningDork [DD] at 23:14 --

>ACHIM: Head for the special t-shirt drawer!

[TherosPherae]

Jack: Change into clothes not soaked in toilet water, then CROWBAR THAT SHIT.

[Liber celi]

>ACHIM: Head for the special t-shirt drawer!
You invested quite the amount of weird german currency into this(about sixhundert units, at least!), and it was worth every single sub-unit.

This t-shirts are not only fashionable, practical and durable, they also make lesser men weep bitter tears of insuffiency. Every single of them is a political statement, a moral exclamation, a speech of what is pure and burning in this cold world. Not a single of them that wasn't able to strike fear into the heart of the enemy-- well except for the KISS one maybe, you have no idea why you even bought that.

But still, there is one t-shirt stronger than any. One shirt to thrall them all. THE shirt.
You haven't touched it in years. You hoped it would never be necessary.

>ACHIM: Retrieve Three-Wolves-Shirt.