Lock and Key

[BrobyDDark]

It left me. Just like all my friends.

[Briza]

I hope it does not land on some poor alien, as well.

[ScreenAcne]

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[BrokenPromise]

That magenta skyscraper is glorious.

[Briza]

My fingers are still crossed.

[ScreenAcne]

First there was red...

then Green

Orange

Magenta

Black

And finally bl-

[Todd Howard]

HOLY FUCKING SHIT WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE

[Majoraa]

Oh....

Woops.

I have doomed us all.

[BrokenPromise]

I'm not 100% sure what's going on, but that's an unhealthy amount of screaming.

[CollectorOfMyst]

I love this. Anyone want popcorn?

*continues to watch the destruction of a poor, innocent alien race.*

[BrokenPromise]

But I still gotta know...

[Briza]

[ScreenAcne]

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Everyone worth talking to is dead and everything that makes my job easy is apprently destroyed. The crew haven't come back yet, so, they are either freshly dead or currently dying. The GIANT, FUCKING, SPACE CHEST that just smashed into us appears to have destroyed the PRETTYPOWERFULPROGRAMMING CONCEPTCUALCREATIONATOR or as the lower classes call it for short: the PC.

I should probably do something before the management notes that I am not taking on my responsbilities as the resident SCREECHER by attempting to help and consequentially demote me.

LEARNED NEW COMMANDS

EXAMINE

TAKE

TALK

SCREECH

Count Down has begun

[Eklispe]

Screech

[Forett]

Above + Take.

[Duthguy]

Better examine before taking

[CollectorOfMyst]

Continue screeching.

[BrobyDDark]

Take then screech incessantly

[Majoraa]

Combine all these commands by examining the homicide in a chest, then try to pry it out of the ground.

If it's a failure, screech.

If it's a sucess, still screech.

[Briza]

Awh. I even crossed my fingers.