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Post by spinydoughnut33 on May 16, 2020 18:40:08 GMT
> Embers: So... Where’s Lord Argaleth?
> Gil: Ask him about why the fuck you can hear the extra-dimensional voices.
> Acolyte: Hey, could you help with these missing pages?
> Alpha: WHAT IS THIS?! WHAT IS MY LIFE?!
> Alpha: Surely, this cannot be the real God of Logic. Gods do not exist.
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Post by Question Time on May 17, 2020 22:24:57 GMT
>Team Red: Ask about Argy already >Gil: So, what's up with me hearing the narrative? >Alpha: How much information I take for granted is false?
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Post by Tangent on May 17, 2020 23:50:33 GMT
Acolyte> What is... Embers> Interject with: "Why did the God of Truth say that he's never heard of Lord Argaleth, and doesn't believe that Lod Argaleth is even real?"
Gil> Why is this place so messed up?
Alpha> Ask about the social goals of the Numeralia Project. Or since evidence indicates that the data from your Interface is unreliable, just ask what the Objectives of the Numeralia Project really are.
Acolyte> What is going on with the Star? People seem to act weird whenever they see it.
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wolftamer9
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Post by wolftamer9 on May 18, 2020 3:53:35 GMT
> Gil: "Do YOU actually care about ethics???"
> Logic: "Ah. Morals.
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Post by randomwriter on May 18, 2020 20:02:57 GMT
> Hey Logic, what's the highest probability when it comes to ships? No, don't explain the question to the group, just give them the answer.
>Embers, ASK ABOUT YOUR ALL KNOWING LORD AND SAVIOR YARGLEBARBLE- ER, ARGALETH.
>Gil, ask about "where the heck are your morals"
>Acolyte, ask how all of your friends are doing! All of them!
>Alpha, ask literally the first thing that comes to mind.
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Post by danyyl on Jun 8, 2020 4:57:31 GMT
>Acolyte, ask about that star and that sudden feeling that something went very wrong not too long ago, which may or may not have involved said star.
>Gil, remember that one time when you were in a witch house, there was some astronomer guy rambling about needing to see some strange star and then you decided to call your other astronomer acquaintance, Jamie, but all you saw was a big bright star that was changing colors and then you lost contact with her? Yeah, that's probably relevant because... it may or may not have had an appearance here, there isn't anything more I should tell you about it.
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Post by tailortf on Jun 9, 2020 0:25:30 GMT
>Ask about…uh…other stuff.
Alpha: But…how? Gods are…I do not… Acolyte: Alright, maybe we should start out by asking about what’s up with the star thing. Acolyte: People have really been acting weird and I think it’s because of that star! Sister Embers: That is a fair point, acolyte. However, perhaps first we should ask about the state and history of this place. Sister Embers: It is something more relevant to the current moment and would help us form a plan for the future. Gil: Seriously?! You’re *really* debating what to ask at a time like this?! Acolyte: Well…yeah. It’s important. Sister Embers: Yes, it is quite possible that the number of questions is limited. Last time we only got one each. Gil: But there’s no choice here! Fuckin’…ask about the guy! You know, the god guy! The one you’re doing all of this for?! Sister Embers: Oh, yes. Yes, I suppose that would make sense. Sister Embers: I do not know exactly what came over me to consider anything else. Strange. Sister Embers: Acolyte, ask the question. Acolyte: Right. Acolyte: …um. What…what’s he called again? Gil: What?! How the hell can you forget something like that?! It’s his *name*! Acolyte: Well…it’s been a while since we said it! I bet you don’t remember it! Gil: Well, yeah, but the difference is I really hope you didn’t *expect* me to! Christ! What is *happening*?! Gil: Alpha? Buddy? You wanna help me out here? Acolyte: My brain is probably just messing up, let me look in the pamphlets… Alpha: This is…I mean…it is…what… Gil: …no? Just gonna keep mumbling to yourself? Aaaalright then.
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God of Logic: Ah, hello/good day/salutations! You are [A-3-26-2308], yes? God of Logic: Yes, I recognize you from earlier today! Quite a stirring/exciting/powerful [Event], I must say. It has been a while since I have had a proper [Debate]! Thank you for seeing the [Protagonists] here safely! You have done well. God of Logic: It is good of you to come here! I have not seen any followers besides the [Project Manager] and his assistants in a long time, so this is quite a pleasant [Opportunity]! God of Logic: Look, [Project Manager]! A research associate has come to visit us! Founder Alpha: Yeah, yeah. I’d really prefer he *didn’t*, but he's already here, I guess. God of Logic: Do *you* have a [Query], little associate? I suppose it would be unfair/unjust/ungood to not allow you to speak also.
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Alpha: I am simply…very confused. Alpha: About…about the purpose of all of this. Of Numeralia. Alpha: …of me. God of Logic: Ah yes, of course! Now that we have dispensed with [Education], the full history of the Numeralian Project is not added into interfaces for efficiency. Allow me to inform you as to our [Duty]! God of Logic: Ever since my coming into being, I have had an interest in [Science]. There is no better purpose in [Existence] than explaining all of its’ inner workings. As soon as my [Vibration] was plucked from the [Allfather]’s tendons, it was clear to me that it was my ultimate [Purpose] to learn all there was to know about our [Multiverse]. God of Logic: However, despite my [Efforts], it seemed that the amount of [Information] in existence was simply too vast/massive/large. I needed [Assistance]. God of Logic: Unfortunately, none of my [Associates] are particularly interested in the wonders of the [Scientific Method]. They spend their time on petty/uninteresting/boring [Politics]. So I decided to seek [Assistance] elsewhere! God of Logic: Thus, I contacted/located/cooperated with a group of human [Researchers] who also had an advanced interest in [Science]! God of Logic: Together, we formed the concept for the [Numeralian Project]: God of Logic: A powerful multiversal think tank that would use human researchers to produce [Information] far quicker than I could hope to working by myself! God of Logic: They provided the [Brain Power] while I assisted by contributing [Technology] and [Information]. Soon we were in [Business]! God of Logic: In the following centuries, the [Project] has flourished/grown/prospered! God of Logic: The [Answers] to all knowledge in the [Multiverse] have never been closer! God of Logic: [A-3-26-2308], you should be proud/glad/happy to be part of the newest wave of [Brain Power] being utilized in the [Project]! To serve as [Part] of a truly great [Whole]! God of Logic: Since the implementation of the [Interface] system, our research completion efficiency has risen 34.3%! Numeralia is considered the multiverse’s most robust/active/advanced research network!
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Founder Alpha: Oh, here you go again with the efficiency. It’s all about the numbers to you, isn’t it?! You’d scrap the entire project and start over if you thought you could get a better percentage of completed research! God of Logic: Well…yes. Any good/sensible/competent [Scientist] would. God of Logic: If it was in the interest of achieving our [Goal]- Founder Alpha: You mean *your* goal! We were trying to study ways to better the world! To make a safe haven for scientists persecuted on the surface! You just want to learn everything there is to learn and lock it away forever in your archive! God of Logic: I do not see how the two are mutually exclusive. And I would once more request that you do not use such a [Tone] in front of company. I *am* technically your overseer. Founder Alpha: Like you “oversee” anything anymore. All you care about are your stupid data points! God of Logic: I really do not see how acquiring more [Information] can be seen as “stupid/dumb/less intelligent”.
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Acolyte: Er…excuse me? Acolyte: I know we had a bit of trouble, but I think we actually did decide what to ask now.
>Ask about Argaleth (finally).
Acolyte: Sir, we are followers of Lord Argaleth. Acolyte: We’re trying to summon him to fix the world’s problems and such, and we only have less than a year to do it! This might be our last chance for a long time. Acolyte: But…nobody seems to know anything about him. Even the God of Truth says he doesn’t even know if he exists. Acolyte: So we came here to ask about whether or not he’s real, and for any help on summoning him, if possible. Acolyte: Thank you.
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God of Logic: Ah, is that it? A simple/trivial/inconsequential [Query]! God of Logic: You could have simply called me about this remotely. There really was no need to go to all this [Trouble]. God of Logic: One moment.
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God of Logic: Search in progress. God of Logic: Searching… God of Logic: Searching…
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God of Logic: Search completed! Displaying results. God of Logic: Argaleth, or “Lord Argaleth” (god). Associated queries: Grand Master Flame (human), Sister Embers (human), God of Insight (god/human), The Show (disambiguation). God of Logic: Common human names: God of Culture, God of Art, God of Theatre, God of- well, I suppose you are already aware of these. There are too many to read/list/drag out. God of Logic: Current status- God of Logic: -excuse me. I seem to be receiving a call/message/communiqué.
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God of Logic: Yes, [Logic] here. What is- God of Logic: Well, there is no need to yell. God of Logic: What is the purpose of your [Call]? God of Logic: Yes, I have them here. God of Logic: No, not yet. I am telling them now. God of Logic: What? I do not understand why not.
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God of Logic: They *did* input a valid [Query], I do not see the issue with- God of Logic: Uh huh. Yes. I see. God of Logic: Yes, of course, I understand. God of Logic: No, I suppose that *would* be regrettable/unfortunate/un- God of Logic: -yes, very well. Good day to you.
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God of Logic: …now then. As I was about to say/mention/proclaim: God of Logic: Unfortunately, I have no entries in my database about this [Lord Argaleth] that you speak of. God of Logic: Even if it would be the obvious/logical/sensible conclusion that I would. *sigh* God of Logic: I truly am sorry, but I am unable/restricted/incapable of helping you at this time. God of Logic: Thank you for your [Query], however. I genuinely respect your desire to seek [Knowledge] despite all…obstacles.
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Gil: AGHHHHHHHHH
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Post by spinydoughnut33 on Jun 9, 2020 1:14:08 GMT
> Gil: GET THAT BITCH BACK ON THE PHONE! I GOT A BONE TO PICK- WHO THE FUCK EVEN WAS THAT?! YOUR GOD?!
> Embers: Now, hold on. What, exactly, is the information you are keeping on me and my brother?
> All my other questions [Queries] still stand.
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Post by NarrativeRelevance on Jun 9, 2020 8:57:48 GMT
>Gil: Hang on there bucko, you heard the big triangle. This is an order from EVEN HIGHER UP. He knows but is being prevented from answering. Now is the time to ask questions about the overarching plot instead, because the rules of narrative demand that the events of the world inevitably relate to the goals of the protagonists.
Just stay calm, and ask questions. Ask about the star, or the blank space in the circular representation of the gods, or about where your group could NEXT go in order to gain answers.
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Post by Associated on Jun 9, 2020 11:56:07 GMT
Now why is the God of Insight an associated query? Plot-hook? Could try some associated queries and see if the data is redacted in those as well.
Alpha> "The obvious conclusion is that you were just told to lie to them. What is the purpose of this?"
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Post by tailortf on Jul 6, 2020 3:04:41 GMT
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Sister Embers: Thief, get up. We are not here to nap. Sister Embers: If you do not get up before we have to go, neither me nor the acolyte will carry you. You have been warned.
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Gil: Thanks, Embers. You really do have the best bedside manner. Sister Embers: There is no bed here, but thank you. Gil: Agh, god. For a second there, I almost thought something really stupid and frustrating had happened. Why does my head hurt? Sister Embers: You hit it on the floor when you fell over. Also, the event you are referring to *did* in fact occur, I am sorry to say. Gil: Oh, great. So what, did you guys knock me out or something? You know that's really dangerous, actually? Super bad for your brain. Sister Embers: Not as such, no. That would have proved...difficult...at the time.
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Gil: OH YEAH, OF COURSE! WHAT ELSE WOULD WE EXPECT?! Gil: WE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT A GODDAMN *GOD* IS NOT HIGH PROFILE ENOUGH TO GIVE US THIS INFORMATION! WE SHOULD HAVE GONE TO YOUR MANAGER OR SOME SHIT INSTEAD! Gil: ANY REASONABLE PERSON WOULD OBVIOUSLY UNDERSTAND TO DO SO!! Gil: IT’S A MADHOUSE! Gil: A MADHOUSE!!!
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Sister Embers: You continued yelling like that until you ran out of air, at which point you passed out. You really should remember to breathe sometimes. Gil: I'll try to keep that in mind. So, where do we stand? I really hope you guys aren't just gonna accept this bullcrap after we wasted *so* much time on this. Sister Embers: Naturally. We are not leaving until we at least receive some assurance that we are on the right track. Sister Embers: The acolyte and Alpha are currently negotiating terms. Gil: Oh, good. I’m sure that’ll go well.
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Acolyte: ...and there doesn't seem to be any other reference to it anywhere else in the book! It's just this one page. God of Logic: Yes, I see. Certainly a [Conundrum]. God of Logic: And you say you have recently seen a resurgence of this [Symbol]? Acolyte: Yeah, in a couple of places. I was wondering if you guys knew anything about it? God of Logic: Hmm, yes. This is quite interesting/curious/concerning information. God of Logic: Excuse me, I must consult/converse/discuss with my [Project Manager] for a moment. Acolyte: Oh, uh, sure, go ahead!
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God of Logic: (Psst! Project Manager! I would...matter with you! Quietly!) Founder Alpha: (Yeah, yeah, what...I think...know already.) God of Logic: (...merely thinking/considering/speculating...aid us in the situation...Astronomy department! They...that particular matter.) Founder Alpha: (...thinking as much...be up for it? That...here for.) God of Logic: (...prudent to at the very least...*actual* [Mission] with them for some...) Founder Alpha: Well, alright, guess it wouldn't hurt.
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God of Logic: Ahem. Now then. God of Logic: Upon further discussion, it seems your [Query] has been placed under review. Gil: "Review". Right. I'm guessing that's a codeword for "deliberately stalling"? God of Logic: Not so! I will attempt/try/endavor to discuss the [Matter] with my...employer. I feel that the current [Impasse] is not a sensible manner of handling things for anyone involved. God of Logic: In the meantime...I am displeased/unhappy/loathe to admit this, but the [Numeralian Project] has hit somewhat of a snag lately. Founder Alpha: Well, not a "snag", more of a "problem". God of Logic: We have attempted to handle it [In-House], but our efforts have been... Founder Alpha: Unfortunate/incompetent/disastrous. God of Logic: Quite. God of Logic: Thus, in order to achieve mutual advancement of our individual goals, I feel/think/believe that [You] could help us with this [Problem]. Tomorrow. By the time we are done, I should receive a reply from my [Employer] regarding your query. Gil: Great, tit for tat again. Or tit for jack, based off how we've been going. Oh well, not like my schedule's all too full. Acolyte: Yeah, I guess we'd be happy to help you guys out- Sister Embers: Would we? Let us not be quite so hasty.
>Sister Embers: Now hold on.
Sister Embers: It occurs to me that we are walking away from this exchange empty-handed. Sister Embers: Our express purpose for coming here was to ask questions, and you have not provided *any* answers! God of Logic: I am attempting/trying/endeavoring to help you. The [Situation] is simply very complicated. I have already explained this. Sister Embers: If that were the case, I feel you would be more forthcoming with the information we require! Sister Embers: What do you know about Lord Argaleth? God of Logic: Information classified. Access level e^999 required. Sister Embers: What is the symbol my acolyte has shown you?! God of Logic: Information classified. Access level e^8 required. Sister Embers: You have mentioned that you maintain records on me and my brother. What is it that you know?! Can you inform me of his whereabouts? God of Logic: Information classified. Access level e^3 required. This is not a helpful/useful/entertaining bit. Founder Alpha: Seriously? You're *this* stubborn? Founder Alpha: Just…let this one go, Sister Embers. They’re gods, cryptic nonsense is what they do and it usually works out! You're a high-tier member of a religious organization, you know how it is. God of Logic: That is not necessarily how I would put/say/describe it, but yes. I really see no reason for your [Outrage].
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Sister Embers: Well, I am not necessarily saying that we will not aid you, but it really does seem that you are asking us to do something for nothing, as the thief mentioned. Sister Embers: I simply feel that this turn of events is highly illogical. God of Logic: WHAT!/WHAT?/WHAT. Founder Alpha: Oh boy, here we go.
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God of Logic: YOU QUESTION *MY* [LOGIC]!? God of Logic: I AM NOT CERTAIN YOU ARE AWARE WHO YOU ARE SPEAKING TO. God of Logic: I HAVE BEEN ORGANIZING THE FUNDAMENTAL PRINCIPLES OF THE UNIVERSE BEFORE THE ATOMS THAT FORMED YOUR [PLANET] EVEN CAME INTO BEING. God of Logic: THE BUNDLE OF VIBRATIONS YOU CALL YOUR CEREBRUM IS BARELY ACTIVE ENOUGH TO POWER A LIGHT BULB. God of Logic: YOU MAY WISH TO RECONSIDER YOUR POSITION.
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Acolyte: Ahh! What’s happening?! Gil: Well, I respect Embers for having the balls to negotiate terms with a god, at least. Too bad it didn't work out. Nice knowing you guys! Founder Alpha: Oh, don’t worry about it. He’s just having a tantrum, the stupid baby. It’ll pass. Why do you think the walls here are all reinforced steel? We’ll be fine. Alpha: I am not certain of that assessment, sir! The structural integrity here is- ah! It does not appear to be maintaining its’, well, integrity! Gil: Yeah, this really doesn’t seem “fine” to me! We should probably do something before this whole thing crumbles around us! Acolyte: What, like help calm him down? Gil: Well, I was thinking we could grab Embers and run, but yeah, something like that would work too, I guess!
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Post by Distraction? on Jul 6, 2020 8:25:01 GMT
Perhaps query [Logic] about Brother Chalk's Theories about stellar alignments affecting magic flows. The Astronomer Jamie seemed to think that it was quite interesting, and wanted to talk to Brother Chalk about it. Since Brother Chalk is indisposed, perhaps the Numeralia Project can help Jamie look into the Theory?
Alpha> Inquire about the 'snag' with the Numeralia Project. Are you aware of a snag?
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Post by spinydoughnut33 on Jul 7, 2020 4:59:45 GMT
> Acolyte: De-escalate the situation. I'm sure a compromise/understanding can be reached. Maybe get him off this topic and on something he'd be more interested in. What's his favorite creation? Do gods have favorites?
> Embers: Take advantage of this heightened emotional state to attempt to coax information out of Logic. "Why aren't you more like Truth? Truth would give us the information we needed."
or, alternatively:
> Embers: Question his authority. How can one claim to be the arbiter of all logic when things such as paradoxes exist? Is the Ship of Theseus still his after all the boards are replaced? This statement is false.
> Gil: Hey, don't you have any questions that you want to ask this goddamn god? Seems exceedingly altruistic of you to only care about the cult's business.
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Post by *cough* on Jul 10, 2020 6:05:02 GMT
> Embers: Take advantage of this heightened emotional state to attempt to coax information out of Logic. "Why aren't you more like Truth? Truth would give us the information we needed." I'm pretty sure that Truth was effectively lying through his teeth; but perhaps a reminder that them being there was supposed to be a favour for a friend of Logic's might help. Still wondering who Logic is supposed to be Patron for. Maybe Logic is just too busy.
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Post by tailortf on Jul 16, 2020 13:22:41 GMT
>Gil: Hey, don’t *you* have any questions that you want to ask? Seems exceedingly altruistic of you to only care about the cult.
Hey, don’t get me wrong, I’m not about to start getting all selfless or anything, I’m still looking out for number one. It’s just that A) I’ve seen Numeralians in action and they didn’t particularly impress, so I’m pretty sure that talking to the most Numeralian guy in the room probably won’t be that much different, and B) with my smart mouth, I could’ve ended up the one being given the third degree up there right now. I’d rather stay back.
>Sister Embers: Take advantage of this heightened emotional state.
Sister Embers: Now, see, this is exactly what I mean! Becoming angry like this is only further cementing how illogical your actions currently are! Sister Embers: So would it not make sense that perhaps not giving us the information we require is also illogical?! You have the capacity to be illogical just as everyone else does! Founder Alpha: Oh for God’s sake, STOP! YOU’RE JUST GONNA MAKE IT WORSE! Sister Embers: I am just attempting to explain myself! Sister Embers: I demand that you-
>Acolyte: De-escalate the situation.
Acolyte: Excuse me, sir! Sister Embers: What? What are you doing, acolyte? Acolyte: I understand that you’re upset, but I’m sure Sister Embers didn’t mean to imply you were in any way illogical! Acolyte: I think it’s more that she was saying that, *to us* the particular workings of whatever plan you have might seem odd. Is that right, Sister Embers? Sister Embers: Well, technically, yes, but my concerns were far more numerous. Acolyte: That’s great! I’m sure we all have concerns. Acolyte: At the same time, though, the God of *Logic* probably knows what he’s doing with a plan, you know? If anyone would, it’d be him! Acolyte: We just don’t know all the background stuff yet so we’re a little confused. Acolyte: Sister Embers just picked the wrong words for a second there. Our apologies!
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God of Logic: Well…I suppose that is true/accurate/correct. My capacity for [Logic] *is* grand. Acolyte: So grand! I’m sure Sister Embers was just trying to say exactly that. Sister Embers: Not as such, no. God of Logic: Yes, well. I feel somewhat foolish now. God of Logic: I apologize for my [Outburst]. At times I forget the limitations that the human [Mind] possesses. God of Logic: Still, there *are* good/valid/sensible reasons why I cannot simply tell you everything, you know. If all the [Gods] went around doing things like that, no world would ever last beyond a year. Acolyte: I’m sure there are! Looks like all this was was a big ol’ misunderstanding. Our bad! God of Logic: Very well. In that case, I will depart/leave/sign off for the time being. All this excitement is not good for my [Vertices]. The [Project Manager] and I will see you tomorrow/the next day/later to further discuss the issue in question. Acolyte: Absolutely! Always happy to help! Acolyte: Right, Sister Embers? Sister Embers: …yes. Happy.
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Sister Embers: That really was unnecessary, acolyte. I still feel that I could have stated my case in a fashion he would understand. Acolyte: I’m not really sure he was interested in hearing about logic at the moment, Sister Embers. He was just upset that you were riling him up and he wasn’t going to get better until you stopped. Acolyte: That’s usually how it goes with angry people. Or, uh, gods, I guess. Sister Embers: Hmph. I still do not feel good about giving up like that. Gil: It’s not giving up, Embers, it’s giving in. Not like we had a choice, even you said we were going to help them either way. Trust me, I’ve tried getting mad at the plot before, it doesn’t do much. Acolyte: Yeah, exactly. Acolyte: I wonder what this “snag” is that they were talking about. Do you think you might know something about it, Alpha? Alpha: I am…not certain I know *anything* anymore. Not after today. I do not even know if anything in the entire information network can be trusted. This is…this is significantly concerning. Acolyte: Oh, well…dang. I guess we’ll have to find out about it tomorrow.
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Gil: That was some good smooth talking back there, kid. Probably kept us from getting our heads exploded with psychic blasts or whatever. Acolyte: Thanks! I guess I have some experience with this kind of thing. I’ve had to calm down a lot of people in my life. Sister Embers, those guys from the Church, customer service…just kinda comes naturally by now. Gil: Not really sure that’s the same thing, but alright. Gil: I’m just glad we didn’t get caught up in some massive plot point. Acolyte: Hmm? Gil: You know what I mean, sometimes these *things* just happen around us. Gil: I was half expecting us to, like, come in, and OH MY GOSH! FOUNDER ALPHA IS DEAD! Gil: And then we'd have to do some murder mystery nonsense to figure out who did it. Acolyte: I…don’t know what you mean, actually, sorry. Acolyte: That *does* sound fun, though. I’d like to try being a detective at some point. Gil: Yeah, I think most people have that impulse. Why do you think I dress like this? Gil: Anyway, I just mean I’m happy that we managed to get through that whole scene without having to deal with some grand situation that affected the entire city or something. That’s all we need today. Acolyte: Yeah, true.
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Founder Alpha: Hmm. Founder Alpha: You know, I just had the weirdest feeling. Like I forgot to do something. What was it…? Omega: Listing current itinerary items in reverse chronological order: Omega: 2 hours ago – welcome Logic’s guests. Omega: 3 hours ago – pod status check. Omega: 3.5 hours ago – limb tune up. 4 hours ago- Founder Alpha: Oh, shut up already! Can’t talk to you idiots about anything. Founder Alpha: Whatever, I’m sure I would’ve remembered it if it was something important.
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Sigma: Excuse me, do you mind if I sit down? There is still available space on the bench. Alpha: What? Oh, yes, go ahead.
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Alpha: Oh…hello. You are that exile Sigma, right? Sigma: Yeah, yeah, let’s get this over with. Sigma: “Yes, it does sound strange.” Sigma: “However, I have now returned to Numeralia in order to assist dignitaries from the Church of Truth with their work.” Alpha: Hmm. Well, I suppose that is understandable. Alpha: But what I meant was that we have met before. I am Alpha 3-26-2308. Sigma: Oh, yes, from the surface exploration team, that’s right. Sigma: What are you doing here? I thought you would be working on something by now. Alpha: I…needed some time. To think. Why are you here? I expected you to be with your associates from the Church of Truth. Have they returned to the surface?
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Sigma: No, they’re still around. I suppose I needed time to think as well. Sigma: Lately, life has become…complicated. Alpha: I understand what you mean. Alpha: Life has suddenly become difficult for me as well. Alpha: Perhaps…it has always been difficult. We have just never noticed until now. Sigma: Maybe. Sigma: Would you like to…discuss it? People on the surface often say it helps. And finding a logical solution *is* easier with twice the processing power. Alpha: I appreciate it, I really do, but I am not certain that this is the kind of issue I can discuss with a fellow Numeralian. Not even an exiled one. Sigma: Hm. Sigma: …come to think of it, earlier today I was told quite emphatically that I am *not* a true Numeralian. So, in a way, perhaps I am the only person in the city right now who *could* discuss these issues with you? Sigma: It couldn’t hurt, in any case.
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Alpha: I…think I would like that. Alpha: I think I would like that very much.
>Morning.
Prisoner 1: Face it, man. We’re lost. Middle of goddamn nowhere. Prisoner 1: We’ve been walking all night and there’s not a single city anywhere! Prisoner 2: We wouldn’t even want to find a city in the first place, man. They’d probably arrest us on sight. Prisoner 1: Oh, great. So what’s your plan then, jackass? No food or water around for miles. Prisoner 2: Well…I do have *one* thing, but it’s kind of a last resort. Prisoner 1: Well hell, do it! This is as last resort a situation as you can get.
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Prisoner 2: Lord, I beseech thee in the name of Truth. Prisoner 1: Oh goddamn- this is not what I meant! Prisoner 2: Help these poor souls, still looking to your Justice though lost to the rest of the world. Prisoner 1: Yeah, I’m good, I don’t need any help from gods, thanks. Prisoner 2: Shut up! Trying to get a miracle here! Prisoner 1: Ugh. Prisoner 2: Spirits of Truth and Right, I humbly request help from thee. ==>
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Prisoner 1: …huh. Prisoner 1: I wonder what that means.
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Rick: Whoops. Jones: What’s that now? Rick: I accidentally dropped a washing line, my bad. Jones: Ah, it’s cool. We both just wear the same thing every day anyway.
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Jones: Whew, there we go. Rick: Finally scrubbed all that art off Hal? Rick: I still say it was kinda spiffy. Jones: Ah, Hal doesn’t need embellishments, he’s already a piece of art unto himself. Rick: True that. Rick: So, what’s the plan for today? Jones: Let’s get going and I’ll tell you on the way, I want to get an early start. Jones: Got a good feeling about today!
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Jones: SO! What’s the reason things haven’t been working out lately? Rick: Hmm. Rick: Our lack of cool spikes and outfits? And spiky outfits? Jones: What? No. Why would- Jones: I was *going* to say “lack of focus”. Jones: With all this running around and dealing with Hal and Sigma and all that, we haven’t even gotten the chance to do what we’re here to do in the first place! Jones: So, I’ve devised a simple system of points to adhere to that’ll make things go smooth as silk. Rick: Nice! Official mission planner in action! Rick: Let’s hear it! Jones: Alrighty! I like that enthusiasm. Jones: Point one: we go find that Founder guy and talk him into helping out the good people of Greysoil. Rick: You think he’s gonna go for it? I don’t know if we’re the best negotiators, exactly. All those people back in Greysoil *were* pretty mad at us. Jones: Hey, no sweat! Have you seen him? He’s all eccentric and all that, I’m sure we can win him over with our particular brand of charm. Jones: Point two! After we do that, we find Sigma (hopefully she’s feeling better today) and get off this floating rock. Jones: I’m starting to get kinda sick of this place. Rick: Yeah, I get it. The water here is too clean, y’know? Doesn’t have flavor. Jones: Exactly! It’s all about the flavor! Jones: Right, point three. This is the most important one. Jones: Under no circumstances will we interact with those cult jerks. Jones: They throw us off our rhythm, y’know? I know they’re heretics and all, but we gotta leave it alone for at least a day if we have any hope of getting anything done. Jones: Even if we run right into them, we’ll just walk right on by and ignore them. Rick: …yeah, okay. Fair enough. Much as it hurts my sense of justice, I *guess* I can let it go for a day. Jones: Alright, then we’re all set! As long as we follow these points to the letter, we should have no problem getting our job done and getting out of here ASAP. Jones: Piece of cake.
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Rick: Heck yeah! Rick: …man, now I want some cake. Jones: Right? Maybe something with chocolate or- no, stop. We gotta concentrate! Jones: There’ll be time for cake later. Rick: You think? Jones: I mean, probably? If we get everything done quickly enough today, maybe we can get Sigma to swing by a cake shop before going back to Veriton. Jones: Though I don’t really know where we are in the world right now. Rick: I know, right? I look out the…portholes…or…over the sides…and all I see is… Rick: Uh, Jones? Theoretical question? Jones: Yeah?
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Rick: Let’s say I see something. Rick: Like… someone who I’m pretty sure is the guy we need to talk to. Rick: Talking to the guys we decided to never talk to again. Rick: Is…is that gonna be a problem for the point system, Jones? Rick: …Jones?
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Jones: I hate this job so very, very much.
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Post by Reversal on Jul 17, 2020 0:52:42 GMT
Jones> Lose it. Rick> Get Hal to help restrain Jones and move him away.
Embers> Briefly consider promoting the Acolyte to being an official spokesperson for the Cult. He has clearly learnt a bit from your tutelage, and your position at the top of the Cult requires means you can't be expected to perform every important duty. But perhaps this is too important a role for your Acolyte.
Gil Mate, step away from the forth wall when you talk to the other characters. They already think you are weird. Having them think you are downright crazy is not going to help.
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Post by spinydoughnut33 on Jul 17, 2020 8:17:07 GMT
> Gil: Don’t look now, but the recurring antagonists are approaching.
> Sigma & Alpha: Philosophize.
> Prisoners: Have the worlds lamest fashion montage.
> Rick: Follow the points to the letter. Go up, and don’t acknowledge the cult at all. Look right through them. DNI.
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Post by danyyl on Jul 18, 2020 12:55:10 GMT
> Rick: Ignore the heretical adversaries, which are not there, unlike the Founder guy. Talk with him about your mission here. Do not acknowledge the fact that you're standing literally within arm's reach of your one and only, at the moment at least, nemesis. Mission first, heroism second.
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Post by randomwriter on Jul 18, 2020 16:22:28 GMT
>Jones, ponder what Gil said before about recurring characters.
>Alpha and Sigma, philosophize- but disagree on some points.
>Alpha, coup the founder.
>Alternatively; Alpha, join Epsilon and create the *cult of logic*.
>Hal, greet everyone in Hal fashion.
>Sigma; do the thing Del set up. Or be the thing. Or-
>Embers, promote Acolyte to a level 2 Acolyte! Only 99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 levels before he becomes a full fledged Brother like Chalk!
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Post by tailortf on Jul 23, 2020 10:42:49 GMT
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Acolyte: I see you’re working on something, sir. Founder Alpha: Yeah, it’s just a thing I rigged up last night for convenience’s sake. Founder Alpha: I’m having a little difficulty finding the right frequency, bear with me. Acolyte: Oh, that’s nice. Our night was- Gil: Uneventful, for once. Actually got some sleep. Sister Embers: Yes. So uneventful that it is not even worth discussing further. Sister Embers: Let us get on with our business. Acolyte: Fair enough. Founder Alpha: Just give me a second and we can go, yeah.
>Rick: Follow the points to the letter.
Rick: Why hello there! Founder Alpha, right? Acolyte: Oh, hey guys, what’s going on? Jones: God damn it. Rick: I’m glad we caught you here, at a time when you are simply standing out in the street by yourself! Rick: It sure would be inconvenient if someone we utterly despised was standing next to you. Acolyte: What? I don’t…I don’t get what you’re doing today. Rick: So it’s really fortunate that there isn’t! Rick: Isn’t that right, Jones? Jones: God *damn* it. Jones: Yeah, I guess so. Rick: Great! So, having said all that, can we speak to you for a minute? We have an important topic we’d like to discuss! Founder Alpha: What? Oh, it’s you. Yes, I guess you can come along. Just be quiet! I’ve almost… Founder Alpha: *There* we go! Founder Alpha: Finally got the stupid thing working.
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God of Logic: Is the [Call] connected? Can you hear/see/perceive me? Founder Alpha: Yeah, it’s on. If I had more time, I would've made it a separate portable unit, but whatever, I can hold my hand out for a while. God of Logic: Excellent! Then let us proceed to our [Destination]. We have no [Time] to squander/waste/spend.
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God of Logic: Ah, Numeralia! I must say, it has been quite some time since I have glanced upon the [Streets] of the Project myself. God of Logic: It is good to see everything progressing in a logical/sensible/orderly fashion. Founder Alpha: Yeah, if you like a bunch of dead-eyed automatons staring at you while you walk around. Founder Alpha: There’s a reason I tend to stay in the main building, you know. God of Logic: Fair/just/reasonable enough. God of Logic: Though I still feel that it is beautiful. Rick: *psst* Rick: (Hey! I know we’re ignoring you guys, but what’s up with the triangle man? Is he in charge here or what?) Gil: Oh, right, you guys missed that? Gil: Some heroes. Gil: Look, I already sound weird half the time, I’m not gonna explain this to you for fear of it getting worse. Figure it out yourselves. Rick: (Wow, jerk. Fine, we will! But not because you told us to.) Jones: So, we wanted to talk to you about Grey Soil City, if that rings any bells. Founder Alpha: Not particularly. All surface cities are covered in soil, from what I remember. Caked in mud. Absolutely goddamn miserable. Founder Alpha: Not that Numeralia is any better, mind you. Jones: Huh. No offense, sir, but I feel like a few days ago you seemed a lot more…pleasant? Founder Alpha: I really don’t know how someone is supposed to *not* take offense to that, but sure, whatever. Founder Alpha: Look, this is a bad time. We’ll deal with this and then we’ll figure out whatever the hell you guys want. Jones: Alright, fair enough. We’re not going anywhere, though! Right after we do…whatever it is you guys are doing, I’m getting some of your time. Founder Alpha: Fine, fine. Could always use more hands on deck for this anyway.
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Founder Alpha: There she is! The Applied Astronomy building. Founder Alpha: Gazing at the sky isn’t really the most active branch of science, but we maintain a small contingent of a few hundred astronomers to update the star charts and such. Founder Alpha: You’ve probably seen them around, they’re the ones in black. Acolyte: Uh…no, I don’t think we have, actually. Jones: Yeah, I’m pretty sure we haven’t seen anyone wearing black around. Founder Alpha: Really? Huh. I guess it must be worse than I thought. God of Logic: Yes, this is part of the [Issue] we have described/explained/informed. God of Logic: Several [Week] cycles ago, the entire Astronomy division was observing a curious sky-borne [Phenomenon] when they simply cut off all contact/vanished/disappeared. God of Logic: Since then, we have not received a single [Communication] from any of them. In addition, as you can see, the primary [Astronomy] research space has been made inaccessible. This is highly troubling. Founder Alpha: Yeah, the manpower is expendable, but we *really* need that building back. A lot of expensive equipment in there. Gil: Ugh. Founder Alpha: Their interfaces aren’t responding, but the surveillance around here shows that nobody has left the building in weeks. Founder Alpha: I’ve been sending out orders to get this taken care of, but so far there hasn’t really been any progress. Acolyte: Huh. I feel like we’ve dealt with something like this a while ago as well, back in Fairbrooke? Gil: Fairbrook. And yeah, I think so. Hopefully this time is less weird.
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Founder Alpha: Alright, let’s get to it. Founder Alpha: You! What’s the situation here? Founder Alpha: I distinctly remember telling someone to get this door open a *week* ago. And yet here we are. With the door still closed. Omega: Entry has proved difficult, sir. All the doors and windows have been locked and barricaded. Omega: In addition, they left very specific instructions that we are finding it difficult to follow along with your orders, sir. Founder Alpha: What? What instructions?
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Founder Alpha: Oh for fuck’s sake. Founder Alpha: Of course! Should’ve expected as much. Founder Alpha: Okay, “heroes”, I guess it’s up to you now. Hopefully you’re not as stupid as the rest of these chumps. Rick: I do not like how you put that in quotes, sir, but yes, we’re not! Rick: Let’s figure this door out, guys.
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Gil: Oh please, what is there to “figure” out? It’s a door. There’s really only one way to go about it. Acolyte: Technically two, depending on the hinges. Gil: Nice. Gil: Alright, let’s get pushing. Embers, kid, come on. Acolyte: Got it! Sister Embers: Naturally. Gil: Alright, on 3. Gil: 1, 2, 3, GO! Acolyte: That’s not on 3, that’s *after* 3! Gil: Whatever, just go! Gil: …damn it, you guys, push! Acolyte: We *are* pushing! This –nngh- this door’s made of some tough stuff! Sister Embers: Yes, perhaps if –agh- perhaps if I softened it up a little first with some fire, we could make more progress?
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Jones: Ooooor we could do the thing that *actually* works, which is this: Jones: Hal, go.
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Jones: Man I love having Hal back. Jones: Turns out it doesn’t take 3 people to open a door, who knew? Gil: Yeah, yeah. Jones: Okay, so…uh…alright. Good job, team. We’re…in. Jones: …the hell happened in here? Gil: *sigh* Nope. Decidedly more weird.
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Post by Yep, it is weird. on Jul 23, 2020 12:55:36 GMT
Sorry Gil, this looks way worse than Fairbrook. The white stuff is probably chalk. The red stuff probably isn't.
Founder Alpha: Better raise Logic so he can see this.
Logic: Regardless of how this is resolved, you had better lower the classification level on what you know about the Mage Star Symbol by around 3000.
Everyone: Investigate Carefully.
Rick: Decide not to be part of the 'Everyone' group.
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Post by spinydoughnut33 on Jul 23, 2020 15:22:43 GMT
> Acolyte: Oh, hey, it’s that symbol again! Remember? The one you wouldn’t tell us anything about? It might be important at this point that we know what we’re doing, wouldn’t it, Logic?
> Embers: Got a light?
> Jones: Relay any hidden dangers. How many people are in here? Any weird magic shit?
> Rick: “Heathens! Please show yourselves!”
> Gil: You better pass around your genre-savvy advice about surviving horror situations.
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Post by tailortf on Jul 29, 2020 2:18:55 GMT
>Better get Logic here so he can see this.
God of Logic: Well. This is certainly concerning/disturbing/unfortunate news. It seems the worst [Possibility] is quickly becoming highly likely. Founder Alpha: Yeah, that’s the way life tends to work, really. Founder Alpha: Looks to be…four-pointed stars? Jones: I guess they *are* astronomers. Stars make sense. Founder Alpha: Not like this! This is a massive violation of all our cleanliness protocols. Acolyte: These symbols are everywhere! On the floor, the walls… I think there are even a couple on the ceiling, though it’s too dark to really see. Jones: Painted with…blood? Acolyte: Maybe? Some of it is just paint, though. Founder Alpha: Hm. And these would be…
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Sister Embers: Bodies. At least several days old. Founder Alpha: Well, that explains the smell. And the cause of death? Sister Embers: No obvious external damage sources…no blood…I would suggest malnutrition. It seems whatever madness has gripped these souls did not allow them time for neither food nor water. Founder Alpha: Very good! Maybe I should hire you as my personal physician, Sister Embers. That was almost as quick as a Numeralian would have done it. Gil: Well I’m glad you guys are having fun with this. Real nice. Not horribly morbid at all. Sister Embers: Yes, I feel this is veering off topic. Thank you for the offer, but I serve only Argaleth. Gil: Yeah, that’s what I meant. Gil: Kid, can you get the lights? I don’t like having to fumble around in the dark like this. I think I stepped on someone’s hand back here, and unlike *some* people I have some feelings on the subject.
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Acolyte: I tried, but I think everything’s broken. This place is a mess! Acolyte: I guess we could try and get to some windows, but those might be closed up tight too. Acolyte: Any progress with you guys? Rick: N-nothing! Just standing over here! No hero would ever- ugh- would ever get sick over just a couple of dead guys! Jones: Yeah, pretty much. Jones: I did a quick, uh, lookthrough of the area. It’s hard to make anything out because of all the crap in the way, but I *think* there’s still someone moving around on the upper floors? There’s definitely people in the big observatory room upstairs. Acolyte: That's weird. You’d think they would’ve called for help by now. Acolyte: Maybe they’re too weak to move? We should check if they need help. Jones: Well, not my ideal option, but in for a penny, in for a pound, I suppose. Jones: Rick? Rick: If there are people in trouble, it’s our responsibility to help. Rick: And by “our” I mean the *Church of Truth*. Rick: Just…just give me a second. Jones: Fair enough. Lights on, everyone.
>Everyone: Investigate carefully.
Jones: One of the advantages of magic vision is that you’re never scared of the dark. Fear of the dark’s just fear of the unknown, man. Rick: I dunno, I feel like there are some things that I’d be pretty scared of even if I could see them clearly. Jones: Yeah, true. Like toads. Rick: Don’t go there, man. With their weird jaw…sack…thing and everything? Ugh. Jones: Let’s just get going.
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Gil: You know, I can’t help but feel like right now would be a *really* good time for us to learn about what this symbol actually means? Gil: I know you said it was Ultra Maxi Super Extreme classified or whatever, but it’d help to know what we might be dealing with. God of Logic: What? Oh, yes, my apologies. I was momentarily preoccupied with a [Call]. God of Logic: I suppose that is only fair/sensible/logical. Given that this is an extraordinary [Situation], my associates will hopefully understand. Very well. Founder Alpha: Seriously? You don’t even break classification for *me*! This is *that* important? God of Logic: Correct. God of Logic: The four-pointed star is the symbol of the [8th God]. Sister Embers: You as well? As I have already informed the God of Truth, the standard classification only outlines *seven* primary gods (not counting Argaleth, of course). Rick: Informed by the who? God of Logic: Yes, that is the commonly accepted/believed/stated information. However, it is incorrect. God of Logic: Upon the initial founding of this [World], there were actually eight formative members. He was one of them.
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Sister Embers: Hmph. Despite my better efforts, I have come into contact with many differing religious world views in my life. None of them have ever mentioned there being another major god. God of Logic: Correct. The 8th has long been expunged/removed/scrubbed from this world’s [History]. The rest of us felt that his management style was…unsustainable. It was highly incompatible with the greater [Story]. As I have said, certain [Restrictions] must be abided by for our mutual good and he refused. God of Logic: Thus, [Truth] struck him down and he was sealed away in the greater reaches of the [Multiverse]. Rick: Because the Truth always wins! God of Logic: Because we agreed upon it by unanimous [Consensus]. God of Logic: The only memory of him that remains is the [Star] you observe in the sky. God of Logic: We would have removed that also, but we felt that a star being removed from the [Sky] over the course of a single day would draw suspicion. That, and it serves as a fitting/appropriate/suitable [Reminder] to maintain order. Gil: Play by our arbitrary rules or we kick you out. How nice. God of Logic: In any case, he should no longer maintain/hold/have any [Followers] here. His symbol appearing at greater [Frequency] is a significant concern. Jones: Huh. So…you think that somehow this eighth god is doing all of this? Like, he found his way back here?
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God of Logic: I would say that it is a strong [Possibility], yes. Rick: At least he’s not a toad. Still pretty scary, though.
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Post by spinydoughnut33 on Jul 29, 2020 2:56:23 GMT
> Everyone: Roll initiative.
> Jones: Get Hal to block the exit. We just want to talk.
Also:
> Jones: Show how wacky this guy looks in magic-vision.
> Rick: In the name of Truth, WHAT the FUCK?
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Post by Stars in his eyes on Jul 29, 2020 4:46:23 GMT
Me: That telescope is in terrible condition. How could you be doing any science with that?!
Embers: Demand an explanation from this person.
Gil: Do you still have Jamie's message on your Scryer? The one from when you were in Fairbrook. If things get hairy, projecting an image of the Star might be a useful distraction. (Or it could make things worse. So maybe only try that if things are really bad.)
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