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… What’s the goal of this exactly?
No matter what the circumstances are, this place is an abomination. It has to go. And if the anathemic creature goes with it, all the better.
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… What’s the goal of this exactly?
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*You find that it interacts normally, the same as being on the planet physically*
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*The creatures stare at you, unblinking*
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*The sky seems empty of all life and structures*
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*As soon as you turn your head to signal, you find yourself on the planet with the black blob creatures, hopping back and forth as if nothing had changed since your last visit*
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*A monstrous, disembodied tendril crashes down onto all of you from behind*
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*That visage completely fades away in the midst of the attack, which tears large chunks from the main body and are quickly addressed by the wriggling tendrils that aim to fill in the gaps*
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*Extending out from the platform Roland stands on, a larger structure comprised if blue hexagons manifests itself, from a flat 2-dimensional platform and rounding out into what appears to be a giant bullet aimed straight down toward the abomination*
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*What seem to be ghostly, disembodied hands extend forward from the main body of the sphere and clasp at you*
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*Rocks at the impact, and several translucent white tendrils wriggle together to repair the damage*
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*One of the wisps extends and curls around you*
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*The golden light attempts to escape me and is again repressed while I grit my teeth*
That backstabbing...
*Holds up my hand, and a sphere of pure white light erupts from my fingertips and crashes into the smoky appendages pointed toward us*
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I'd like to keep it that way.
*Soon we approach the heart of the creature, a pale quasi-spherical bulb that emits white, ghastly tendrils like solar flares, and responds to our presence as we approach by pointing two thirds of the wisps toward us*