The Museum: Room 2http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/518006Propman landed into the next room with a lighter tap, and it appeared to be another open-ceiling area like the entrance, down to the concrete walls, which now appeared to be real concrete, or were at least modeled more convincingly then the last room's. [14] A look at his surroundings revealed a rather large square pit with a number of virtual blocks bellow them, as well as three more robbers wielding bats.
He wouldn't be able to take them on in a straight fight, but so long as he was up there, and they were down there, they shouldn't be able to harm him, or so he thought.
Taking out one of the pawns, Propman chucked it into the air and attempted to lock it in with his gauntlet, [7] but fumbled, causing the piece to harmlessly drop onto the lower floor and alert the team of his presence. One of the robbers took out a softball, and struck it at the pirate's general direction, [10], which to his amazement, actually made contact, knocking the adventurer over as well as dehatting him, though luckily dealing no lasting damage.
Lifting himself up as the batter prepared another attack, Propman gazed at a small blue block bellow, giving him an idea. [18] Lifting the mass with his arm-device, he hefted it close to his eyes so as to expand it in size, and then suspended the now jumbo cube above the heads of the unwitting robbers.
"Sorry for dropping in on you lads, but your prospects for success are looking rather flat, if I say so myself-"[13] Another softball flew by his head, this time narrowly missing it by an inch or so. Propman lost focus and dropped the large object onto the robbers bellow, who unleashed a muffled shriek as it came descending down on them, before stopping upon making contact with some of the other polygons bellow. The robbers were now effectively trapped, with Propman out of their line of sight and the gap between the entrance and the exit bridged.
A nasty fate indeed, but at least he didn't have to kill them this time.
"Now, if you decide that attacking me on sight is not in your best interest, I might let you faceless goons go, but only if you say please! Heck, saying anything that isn't a groan or grunt would suffice!"[10] As expected, he got no response from the robbers, other then a few dull thumps coming from the other side of the block: the robbers were ineffectually trying to break through it with their softballs.
Poor fools. He crawled through the bridge and into the next room, hoping that it didn't have any hostiles in it so he could perhaps spend a moment to rest. Come to think of it, he should have rested back when he was at the museum's entrance before solving it, but then he was focused on getting as far away from the aberration as possible.
[16] A look at his mostly austere surroundings revealed another set of text printed on the side of a wall.
It's angle of view is limited: it can't see any of the messages I've posted here.
Unfortunately, Propman could hardly make heads or tails of what it meant.
Who was "it"? Was each room being monitored? That would explain how the force kept following him at any rate, but it only caused the pirate's paranoia to increase as possible revelations as to the purpose of the dungeon formed in his mind.
"Best not to make any assumptions." he told himself out loud. After standing a bit more, he decided to move on, taking out his pistol as a precautionary measure as he went through the simple black rectangle.