White Wafers
Pariah: -is more picking at the ice than digging-
Treasure Town
Xakk: <The chasm is still there, and I don't know if we really killed him or just got him mad. Oh well.>
Blurr: -playing with Emperor-
Ab luce in tenebras et e tenebris venit lux; altera sine altera esse nequit, deinde nihil nisi concavum sit.Mainframe Room
PEFeDOS: I suppose we could glare at each other until one of us has succumbed to dehydration. Or, to save time... I can just get rid of this rotten batch of unscientific test subjects. Say hello to your old friend...
Every Test Chamber, and the Mainframe Room
-a vent opens, revealing an ominous tube-
PEFeDOS: Deadly Nidotoxin.
Do you highlight everything looking for secret messages?Psyche flips out. "Coward! You just don't want me to come up there!" She and Galahad put overlapping Safeguards over the group.
Telepathy ≠ Empathy Na No Wri Mo Winner 2012~ You can trust me. I have a Ph D in Tropology.Module C - PEFE-That-Was
<Andre: "Wait, NIDOTOXIN?!">
-After a long pause of nothing coming out of the tube, a box flops to the floor, making a 10-point landing-
<Vlad: O_o "... Why's it wrapped up in a paper box with a bow though?">
Rebuilt Mainframe - PEFE-That-Was
-The sound of some pained yelps can be heard coming from the tube-
???: "AGH! OW! HELLO!"
-And a certain personality core shoots through the other end of the glass box, breaking it-
-Followed by a certain dazed Ivysaur, who is conked by a certain Marowak's club while falling out-
<Captured!Ivysaur: @_@ "Oh so this is what the afterlife is like...">
Module C
Tangent: ...what's in the box?
Basket: Smells nice...
Mainframe Room
PEFeDOS: ...
I
Module A
hate
Module B
you
Module C
so
Mainframe Room
much.
P.A. Warning. Central core has not been updated in 602 years. Please load alternative core in receptacle.
-a port rises from the floor-
edited 7th Jul '12 1:56:21 PM by Tangent128
Do you highlight everything looking for secret messages?"Ohmy Arceusitsabombdoesanyonehavetheabilitydamp?"
Telepathy ≠ Empathy Na No Wri Mo Winner 2012~ You can trust me. I have a Ph D in Tropology.

(Silent Post.
)
Stratus: <WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!>
Stratus covers shields his face with his hands as he awaits death by molten slugs...only to remember what they had done to the turret production line the day before. Uncovering his face, the Dragonite gives the others a Mareepish look.
<Sorry, forgot we dealt with them earlier.>
Lake nods, although he also seemed somewhat startled.
Lake: <It's okay. I forgot too...>