GOOD CHOICES.

[dramatispersonae]

[ You are in a black room.

Like, a 12x12 foot room. With black walls. And a black floor. And a black ceiling. ]

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[dramatispersonae]

[ so a hand is reaching out of the crack between the lid and the cauldron . . . it's small, but attached to a long arm (?) and bright green . . . ]

[steampunked]

[doesn't let go, but]

What the fuck?

[brotagonist]

Don't ask me.

[steampunked]

Wanna let it out, or what?

[brotagonist]

[...shrugs...]

On one hand, it's probably locked up for a reason. On the other hand...

[steampunked]

If we don't decide my arms are gonna answer the question for us.

[brotagonist]

Let's let'im out, it's gotta suck in there.

[PULLING ON THE LID!]

[steampunked]

[heave ho, then.]

[dramatispersonae]

[ a long skinny bright green arm falls out of the cauldron.

. . . yeah . . . that's it. ]

[brotagonist]

[...picks it up]

[steampunked]

[...


giggles.]

Wow. We should see what's in the other ones. Maybe we'll get an ... arm collection ...

[brotagonist]

I bet it's all different parts of something's body... ew.

[dramatispersonae]

[ FEELS LIKE JELLY.

except for how it twitches a bit when picked up.

Also did you take your eyes off mr heatwave man cos . . . ]

[steampunked]

That is fairly nasty.

[scree gosh I guess we did. But if he has moved I will notice when I look up. Like now.]

[brotagonist]

[COS WHAT, NARRATOR!!!]

[dramatispersonae]

[ COS YOUR FACE

Also two cauldrons down Mr Heatwave sure is lifting the lid off and pulling out a skull. ]

[steampunked]

[uhm. okay I guess now it might be time to talk to that dude.]

. . . hey? Excuse me?

[brotagonist]

[helpfully:]

Hi.

[dramatispersonae]

[ THE DRUMMING GETS LOUDER

And he waves at you

And then rippling away from him sure is a sorching hot wave of superheated air.

I suggest moving out of its path :|a today is a day for dodgerolls everywhere. ]

[steampunked]

[ohfuck. I AM NOT EXACTLY TRAINED IN THE WAYS OF DODGEROLL but I guess I will do my level best anyway. Diving out of the way!]

— rude.

[brotagonist]

[I am better at dodgerolling and attempting to cover for KK's inadequacies]

Hey! Point that somewhere else!

[dramatispersonae]

[ the ground around him is . . . well, rotting? molding? It's certainly deteriorating. And spreading away from him . . . kind of like a stain. A stain that eats at everything. ]

[steampunked]

[yeaaaaah grabbing Lloyd's arm and making sure we are way back from that.]

Seems like we pissed him off.

[brotagonist]

[I still have this... arm...]

Uhhh... are you the one putting green people in pots?

[dramatispersonae]

[ he just makes a beckoning gesture and the rot/stain/whatever sure spreads faster. When it reaches a cauldron the whole thing turns to rust. ]