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[crazyabe]

A

[A_Curious_Cat]

B.  If we’re lucky we can obtain the power of DFHack!

[Magmacube_tr]

A


As always, Magma ignores the many possibilities this place could offer to him, favouing to continue his journey.

As he descends down, Magma is hit with a realisation; the fact that his adventure is halfway done. 8 boards travelled, 8 more to go. He is excited with this realisation. He doesn't really knows why. Because he has done this before, innumerable times by now. He will always wander these dark and dam stone hallways. He will do so a thousand times more. A million times more, unremittent. He will not get bored as boredom is a foreign concept for a forumite.

He descends down until he finds himself in a yet another board. This one housed many rooms, each furbished with stone furniture. Some of the rooms were mere stages, but a few were giant colloseums with innumerable seats.

This place was DF General Discussion. Magma sensed around, not detecting anyone nearby. He did sense something new, however. The newest place in Bay12. Offical DF Tileset Discussion, a child board of this one.

Magma could do what he always does, or he could hang around for once.


A: Continue descending.
B:  Take a look around here.

[crazyabe]

A.

[A_Curious_Cat]

A

[King Zultan]

A We must go deeper!

[Egan_BW]

Ever deeper. We need to show Magma the profane majesty of ER's corpse.

[Magmacube_tr]

A


Magma's descend continues. As he goes down, his surroundings become significantly older. The smooth stone walls and floors become rougher and older, the air becomes colder and damper. The tunnels become more narrow, and the amount of collapsed passages increase.

The atmosphere of the journey changes as Magma's descend through the Upper Boards come to an end.

The tunnels he used brought him into a place completely silent. Magma knows this place to be Slaves to Armok: God of Blood, a tiny, abandoned board that hasn't been inhabited in ages. Magma has no idea about the origins of the peculiar name, and doesn't cares to find out.

The place is covered all over in mud, grime and other pondscum. Water had already accumulated into anywhere it could a long time ago, so the place is dotted with lakes, with a large central one that covers all the lowest areas of the board.

For anyone else, this forgotten place is of no importance; a mere relic of an ancient age when Toady was young.

But for Magmacube, it shows a promise. A particular promise. Both water and organic matter is present in large quantities. It just needs the third thing to start becoming something more.

Magma thinks about what to do from here. He is floating at the very top ceiling of the board. He could directly dive into the lake here to start the necessafy reactions, or he could simply not.


A: [VOLCANOES]/[CHAOS] - Dive down deep into the lake to induce abiogenesis, with some future consequences.
B: Ignore the lake, maybe some other time.

[A_Curious_Cat]

No need to waste our time here.

B.

[crazyabe]

A.
Future consequences sounds fun.

[King Zultan]

A Future consequences sound like a problem for future us!

[Magmacube_tr]

A


Magma looks down into the vast murky lake below.

There, inside that lake, is an ideal environment for life to appear. How does he know this? He just does. For Magma is the fire under the cauldron of life.

He takes a deep breath, he lets gravity do its job.

While he is falling, Magma starts to get hotter and glow ever brighter.

A moment before he enters the cold water, Magma gestures at the lake. Then, he dissappears in an explosion of scalding steam.

Magma sinks all the way down into the lakebed. It it filled with ancient carvings, but Magma doesn't cares about them. He gestures again, at the lakebed this time. At first, nothing happens. But then, intensifying gradually, the ground shakes. Cracks start forming, and hot lava emerges from them, creating bubble collumns and underwater vents. Lake quickly warms up, and start to steam, and boil at places.

There, in the boiling lakebed, Magma increases chaos. Hundreds of millions of unlikely molecular combinations rise and dissapear, until the dice stumbles upon a relf replicating one.

Magma focuses his attention on that singular molecule, allowing it boundless success and kickstarting its prolific spread. The rest is left to evolution. Molecule gives way to cell, and cells bind into something familiar. On a coastal, isolated lukewarm bay, a species of small, pea-sized multicelluar creatures rise. They are merely blobs of unspecialised, ameobid cells, but they hold boundless potential. They rolls around, eat the pondscum and eachother, and split randomly.

Magma knows this as he has seen it before.

His job here is done.

He can proceed.

But before he does, he feels something. Something ancient. A rumbling presence of a god, but one that is completely unlike either Toady or ThreeToe envelops him. And as quickly as it does, it falls back into deep sleep. Magma has no idea who this is. But he could investigate.


A: Investigate the foreign divine presence.
B: Ignore and continue down, finally reaching the The Lower Boards.

[crazyabe]

B.

[A_Curious_Cat]

B

[King Zultan]

B Best not mess with elder gods at this time as we have a mission, TO GO DEEPER!