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TC: whats pøppiiing!

TC: cøuldn't help but nøtice that yøu just snuck thrøugh the first gate øf cha.OS' waterfall!

TC: that's sø sick.

TC: nøbødy's managed that in the whøle 2 day histøry øf the prøgram, pretty sweet møves.

TC: i've been fucking arøund with leethex myself and i think i'm really starting tø get the hang øf em, but tø see them depløyed sø expertly...

TC: that's wassup.

TC: hønestly, keep up the gøød wørk. there are a few deeper layers of psychersecurity i think yøur current hex might have søme trøuble with but hey, if yøu can break it yøu can take it.

TC: always gøød tø get anøther pair øf eyes frøm sømeøne whø actually appreciates the delicate interplay between the løwer mysteries and high løgics.

TC: aaactually, høw many eyes dø yøu have?

TC: twø?

TC: møre, right?

TC: it's tøugh tø tell thrøugh the webcam!

CC: oh hai!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

cc: how keeee~wl

CC: can u even c mah lit sign

TC: hell yeah i can!

TC: and in turn alløw me tø raise yøu a particularly righteøus shaka.

TC: if yøu wanna see it, gø ahead and hack my cam back.

CC: hehehehehehehe

CC: no thats ok

CC: so didya get ur uppernet hooked into our orb tech?

CC: i waz wonderin wat lylac waz helpin u cook up but she must of been rl helpful for that

TC: øf cøurse!

TC: she øpened up a whøle new wørld when she intrøduced me tø løwmys.

CC: does she knoes ur using it to put ur lil horsey snoot all up on her homegrls?

CC: kinda wack of her to leave me outta the peep party

CC: a real misdemeanor on her part

CC: is she mad at me? do she hate me badly?

CC: shud i kms?

TC: yøu shøuld chill yøurself.

TC: my ly'ly wøuld never leave a friend øut in the cøld.

CC: MY LYLY?

CC: hahahahahahaha

CC: except she ttlly would

TC: løl!

TC: true, she wøuld.

TC: but nøt because she was trying tø harsh anyøne's vibes, yøu knøw what i mean.

TC: yøu're øne øf her cløsest dørmies.

CC: rlly?

TC: ch'yeah dude.

CC: ur so fr rn?

TC: the realest.

CC: idk... *kicks rock*

TC: øh fuck yes, øur very first røleplay.

TC: [i catch the røck with a fetløck and start juggling it like a høøfball.]

TC: [after a bit øf høity høøfwørk i pass it back!]

CC: dang

CC: so anyways she doesnt know at all?

TC: øh, she knøws.

TC: øn the real i just døn't think she cares, løl.

CC: i mean dats wat she says until she starts lobbin nades at u

CC: u gotta keep a close eye on dat btw

CC: i dont have to tell you how the trope goes

CC: upstandin satyr givin in2 the call of mysticism

CC: repercussions must b served

CC: not hard 2 c how when u saddle ur seahorse 2 a grl who blows herself up

CC: or turns on any1 dat gets a bit 2 bossy

CC: r u a bossy alpha boy TC?

CC: keepin command

CC: smacking away our greasy sneak fingers from ur spankin new hybrid toy

TC: i døn't knøw abøut greasy.

TC: thøugh yøu knøw lac-attack always keeps that slime øn her.

TC: anyway, the general scryware is limited tø admins (me), ør ambitiøus hexxørz (cøuld be yøu!) før nøw, but i get the feeling what yøu're really asking abøut is thøse advanced features i saw yøu scrølling thrøugh.

TC: thøse are møre experimental.

TC: hønestly, kind øf dangerøus, thøugh that's the fun part, isn't it?

TC: i've døne my fair share øf playing with singularities but remøte spatiøtempøral quantumødulation is particularly tøuchy stuff, sø i løcked it før everyøne but an especially select few.

TC: still, pretty neat, right?

CC: me no know

CC: is it?

TC: yeah.

TC: it is!

CC: oh...

CC: but bringing in strangers...

CC: from da ITERNET?

TC: frøm sømewhere!

CC: oh noes

CC: dats the worst place u can b from

CC: i hates em

TC: they wøn't be strangers før tøø much lønger.

TC: i mean, løøk at us.

TC: we've been talking før twø minutes and we're basically like best brødeøs.

CC: rite!

CC: tru besties

CC: tbh ive been wanting to talk to u 4evaaaaaaaaaaa~a

CC: everyday i go to the bathroom and jus read up about u on social media

CC: wonderin if ur also going to the bathroom

CC: or wut brand of shampoo u use

CC: putting mah hand to the mirror

CC: dreamin of the day ud let a lil ole wretch like me kiss ur krusty stinker \(//3^)/

CC: and then

CC: the ink flows til the tubs black

TC: yøøø.

TC: that's different!

TC: let's nøt talk abøut me anymøre, yøu flatterer.

TC: let's get back tø yøu.

TC: and what i need yøu tø dø.

CC: oh... *SHUDDER!*

TC: døn't shudder.

CC: dont ever tell me what to do

CC: understood?

TC: that's the fuckin spirit dude!

TC: yøu mentiøned feeling left øut earlier?

TC: well, i'm here tø fix that.

TC: hasty-style.

TC: there's a game ly'ly and i have been cøøking up før søme time nøw, which yøu knøw, and i knøw yøu knøw.

TC: and i'm gønna need yøu tø høp øn.

TC: yøu've been døwn there førever, and believe me i knøw høw that is.

TC: all cøøped up, nøbødy tø rave with.

TC: thing is, when yøu finally take matters intø yøur øwn hands and step øut intø the light?

TC: fuuuck, it feels gøød.

TC: sø that's what i'm asking yøu tø dø.

CC: zang wow r we like kindred souls?

CC: u got my whole heckin number tattooed on ur sleeve?

CC: bro ur lyke crawling around n my head and we havent even nuptulized yet

CC: get out of there!!!!!!!!!

CC: cant a nymph keep sum secret dang

TC: can yøu løck in før a sec?

CC: UWAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

CC: but but but but but!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TC: hey, why døn't we level with each øther?

TC: this game is gøing tø be fun, but it's alsø extremely necessary.

TC: AA knøws that.

TC: (super funny chica, btw, can't wait tø get intø søme mischief with her later.)

TC: a few laps agø, i came acrøss søme pretty mindbløwing intel while i was scraping the øld man's servers før shits and giggies.

TC: i wøn't børe yøu with the deets, because they're patchy and cryptic and required a løt øf extrapølatiøn and we frankly døn't have much røøm før størytime, but the løng and shørt øf it is that this game we're abøut tø play is all that stands between us and the cømplete annihilatiøn øf øur søcieties, øur species, and øur wørld.

TC: if that wasn't trippy enøugh, check this shit øut:

TC: we're MEANT tø play it.

TC: me, ly'ly, AA, CT, AT.

TC: and yøu.

TC: he was TRACKING us.

TC: well, tracking the satyrs, anyway.

TC: yøu three were møre øbfuscated, but i was able tø intuit that yøu'd be cøming intø play eventually by kind øf like... triangulating via the blind spøts.

TC: and there were a løøøt øf blind spøts.

TC: i døn't knøw why he didn't just tell me, but i'm kind øf glad he didn't, because finding øut øn my øwn was way møre fun.

TC: blind spøts are where i thrive. :)

TC: that said, meeting ly'lac was an actual straight-up certified cøincidence.

TC: and thrøugh her, yøu and AA came intø the picture.

TC: again, BY CØINCIDENCE.

TC: is that nøt FUCKING CRAZY?

TC: i think it's FUCKING.

TC: CRAZY.

TC: :D

CC: crazy?

CC: ...

CC: thats a regular ole nymph tuesday

CC: nothin moar special than wut i alrdy got goin on

TC: the shit we're facing is gøing tø make the grey rain løøk like a dainty little dewdrøp.

TC: and anyway, what is it yøu actually DØ have gøing øn?

CC: i save the world everyday

CC: yadda yadda grey rain blahblahblah listen dude

CC: i hang w the Great Combiner

CC: surrounded by beautiful ladies

CC: in my own city of riches

CC: p grt by nymph standards hm?

TC: yøu're surrøunded by ruins and echøes and sleeping cørpses and yøu deserve sø much møre.

TC: that has tø be sø børing, man.

TC: it makes me sad.

TC: are yøu scared?

CC: lmao

CC: r u?

TC: maybe?

TC: i'm anxiøus, but dø yøu have any idea høw løng it's been since i had anything tø be anxiøus abøut?

TC: it feels amaaazing.

TC: we're øn the precipice øf sømething cømpletely beyønd øur science, beyønd yøur magic.

TC: sømething NEW, past the banal tøtality øf wørldly knøwledge i've had møre ør less figured øut since i was five.

TC: i føund ~PTH at exactly the right time, but it ønly just barely scratched the surface øf what's pøssible here, i can feel it.

TC: we're abøut tø be free.

TC: døn't yøu wan't tø be free?

TC: i dø!

CC: "i do~!" shut up

CC: there aint a prophecy or tech thats gonna give me wut i want

TC: nøt if yøu never dø anything.

CC: mang

CC: its so cute how satyrs all think they matter

CC: strivin and fightin to make a little dent in the world or whatever

CC: but its just... so cringe too

CC: so much struggle to do nothing rlly new or special

CC: and then turning around acting all proud of urselves

CC: totally unaware that all ur doing is exctly wut u were meant to do and unlike us ur too stupid to realize ur walkin a fixed path

CC: its a sorry sight

CC: u cant even appreciate how lucky u r

CC: if things were different and nymphs were even a fraction as gullible as u guys r

CC: we wld have wiped u out at the get go

TC: pøint blank man i refuse tø accept there are ønly twø øptiøns here.

TC: hide frøm each øther førever ør die screaming?

TC: cøme øn.

TC: that's silly.

TC: we can dø better than that.

TC: sømetimes sømething is sø cømpletely beyønd yøu that yøu'd never have a shøt at figuring it øut øn yøur øwn.

TC: ly'lac shøwed me shit that changed my life førever.

TC: SAVED my life!

TC: and yøu have sømething sø beautiful gøing with CT.

TC: whatever the fuck it is.

TC: dø yøu knøw høw rare that is før him?

TC: før anyøne?

TC: it MATTERS.

CC: OML CAN U BACK OFF 4 1 SECOND U FRUIT LOOP

CC: i dont get wut ur trying so hard to do rn!!!

CC: i knew u were sum kind of sicko but this is jus somethin else

CC: i EXPECTED u were going to lord CT over my head sure

CC: but this is GROSS!!!!!!!!! now he has 2 crappy backstabbers spittin on the bro code

CC: playin in his face

CC: n u dont even have an excuse!

TC: what's wrøng with playing?

TC: playing is fun as fuck, and cømpletely within acceptable brø cøde parameters if yøu ask me.

CC: ur jus a bad friend TC

CC: we both r

TC: [i grab yøur face.]

TC: listen.

TC: yøu're nøt a bad guy, big d.

TC: i knøw yøu CARE abøut him.

TC: i've been actively følløwing the chrønicle øf the møuntain and dagger tartarus før søme time, and brø.

TC: that kind øf hearts-wrenching cøllab døesn't just cøme aløng every day.

TC: that's special.

TC: it tøuched me.

TC: deeply.

TC: that private server yøu twø wørked intø the pløt? that's søme real multimedia artistry.

TC: even if the security øn it was kind øf a jøke.

TC: but let's put it this way.

TC: yøu cøuld keep dancing arøund it and cøntinue yøur rp før anøther høwevermany laps, and it'd prøbably be super sick.

TC: hell, i løve a gøød dance.

TC: but aren't yøu ready tø MEET him?

TC: that can HAPPEN.

TC: that WILL HAPPEN.

CC: wait

CC: u read our rp doc?

TC: yeah dude.

TC: yøu twø are gøing the fuck øff in there at all høurs øf the damn day ør night ør whatever sø sømetimes the backløg gets thick as all hell but the møst recent arc? the warden's gambit was sø viciøus, brø.

TC: i løve høw yøu wørked in all these hints abøut it during the cøurt saga, that was fuckin CINEMA.

TC: yøu guys are fantastic writers.

TC: but just sitting at øppøsite ends øf the planet førever is such a stupid waste, før bøth øf yøu.

TC: i'm nøt gønna bløw up yøur spøt and take that leap før yøu but i am gønna prømise yøu that it's a leap yøu need tø make if either øf yøu are gøing tø survive.

TC: his life is in yøur hands.

TC: ...

TC: yøur cam's glitching øut øver there and i've gøtta gø, but i'll leave ya with this.

TC: if we døn't figure øut høw tø wørk tøgether øn this, we're all fucked.

TC: but if we dø?

TC: paradise.

TC: the files are øn yøur ørbs.