[ underneath the CHAT box, another box appears! and things begin to appear in it, rapidfire.
chatting into the void doesn't get much specific - snippets of other conversations. ]
chacarroNXX: hey __DarkMOONZ__: lol get pwned noob spotted ChickenGirl: hhahaha be nice Azazel: WOE AND DEATH BE UPON YE WHO FORGETS THE HOLY WORD OF THE LORD AND THE SON AND THE HOLY SPIRIT YOU WILL DIE IF YOU ENTER HERE JustinsGurlfriend: yeah so she was doing the macarena downstairs Zard_the_Nard: THE MEN WHO DO NOT WALK AMONG US WILL WALK INTO THE FIRES OF HELL JOIN THEM MOVEMENT GratefUlFan how do i type a penits
[ sheesh. however!!
fig and riz enter into the AEROSMITH FANS WORLD.
this room is designed to look like a cool bar. it's smoky, in the way that a game in the 90s can be smoky, and the walls are filled with guitars, bad quality moving gifs of steven tyl*r, whoever that is, and pixelated concert videos. the room seems to go on for forever, far past your pixelated eyes can currently see. and more importantly, there are two people in here!!!
figure one is ... this guy, username RINGRINGRINGRING sitting at the pixelated AEROSMITH FANS bar, jerking and fidgeting occasionally. figure two is this guy, _XHoleinmySOULX_ who is staring at you both with his unnerving, flat, pixelated eyes. ]
[ well since the banana is the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life, riz will be IGNORING IT STRONGLY.
he'll leave the talking to Fig since she's good at that, but he's really good at INVESTIGATING. so he'll go ahead and take a poke around hte whole room - is tehre anything hidden in the guitars or behind the bar? ]
[ the bananaman looks... well, he still looks like he's smiling, but he does not chat with you or riz. he simply ominously stares, and eventually, slowly, lifts one hand. perhaps he does not like to start conversations. his red eyes do not blink. you could perhaps hit the chat button to start a private dm if you wanted to, but he is a banana of mystery...
since riz is decidedly not chatting, he can poke around the bar a bit with his investigation eyes, bear avatar in tow. with a partial success, what he sees are a whole lot of terrible gif shrines to aerosmith, at least behind the bar. he can also find a small object that looks like a tape, that glows slightly. an indicator appears over the top of it. COLLECT!
there's also, in a corner near the guitars as you get down to look behind them, this fucking thing, that you realize now is alive. its eyes move from left to right and stare at you. hmmm.
in the meantime: there's a ping! noise, and a chat appears in the AEROSMITH WORLD. ]
_XHoleinmySOULX_: the chicks are in the back but you don't look like you're worthy enough to spend time with them. L O L _XHoleinmySOULX_: you gotta pass a test if u wanna get in THIS world. u prove ur a real fan, u can come in.
okay, first, she is opening a private dm with the banana.]
graNmasWeetie: hey _XHoleinmySOULX_ kind of sucks huh i came here to meet cool people like you
[and then she will answer him in the chat]
graNmasWeetie: wow ok gatekeeping is not really in the spirit of aerosmith but whatever give me your test graNmasWeetie: assuming YOU'RE a real fan graNmasWeetie: i bet you don't even know about their bastion city show graNmasWeetie: i bet you werent even born yet graNmasWeetie: i was THERE
wow. amazing. helpful! riz is +1 tape. the bear next to him makes a chirrupy pixelated noise of joy! the tape appears to be an audio file. an option does appear to play it, but it also says "AEROSMITH CHAT ROOM RULES: NO EXTRA MUSIC". so. you know. you can decide if you want to wait or not.
the banana, unblinking, appears to process? maybe? and then ]
RINGRINGRING: that's todd hes cool hes just rly into aerosmith. but u should try to pass his quiz. the lizard man approves if you pass the quiz
[ what. okay.
in the meantime, _XHoleinmySOULX_ looks as offended as a pixel avatar in the 90s can look. you rattled him. ]
_XHoleinmySOULX_ how old are u, like 900? _XHoleinmySOULX_ im a real fan just because i wasnt alive i can apprecaite it better than a deaf old lady _XHoleinmySOULX_ so SHUT UP ABOUT IT!!!!! WHATEVER OF COURSE I KNOW WHAT THAT IS ANYWAY _XHoleinmySOULX_ QUIZ TIME!!!
[ the lights in the room go mysteriously dark, suddenly. maybe it's a glitch? but then they flash brightly, like an overly saturated 90s gif. the banana is now wearing a bowtie. it's also holding a pixelated shotgun and pointing it at fig. the banana was never your ally. ]
_XHoleinmySOULX_ QUIZ RULES: PUNISHMENT IF FAILURE!!! THREE WRONG ANSWERS RESULTS IN AUTOMATIC DELETION _XHoleinmySOULX_ WAT DOES STEVEN TYL*R LIKE TO DO IN HIS SPARE TIME AS STATED IN THE 1986 ISSUE OF R*LLING ST*NE
well he'll save his tape for the right moment (probably when they have two wrong answers) - but he doesn't know anything about classic rock! his dad died when he was a kid!
so what he'll do instead is see if he can't take a look at the chat. is there an AskJeeves browser? he'll try and pull up fucking AltaVista and type in STEVE TYLOR HOBBIES ]
[no he's cool! anyway she doesn't know anything about classic rock either, her rock dad was imprisoned in a ruby her whole childhood and gilear is obviously more of an npr dad. also aerosmith probably doesn't exist its some fantasy version. anyway.
she will just try to lie.]
graNmasWeetie: well thats obvious its the ladiessssssssss graNmasWeetie: high five
the strange creature beside riz pops up in the chat again. AAAAAAAAA: AAAAAAAEYYYYYYYYYYYYYLMAOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAANEXI
the banana and the dude look at each other. ]
RINGRINGRING: shit dude thats kind of right _XHoleinmySOULX_ SHUT UP AND POINT YOUR GUN _XHoleinmySOULX_ : UGHHG WHATEVER PARTIAL CREDIT BECAUSE STEVEN IS GOOD WITH THE LADIES THATS A CHEA P SHOT. LIST SOMETHING EL SE OR I SHOOT YOUR KNEECAP
[ the banana cocks its virtual shotgun. what a sentence.
riz's altavista browser pops up in a tiny secret window beside his chatbox. it is TINY and takes this entire time to load, but it is there. Steven Tylor. Scuba Diving. Chihuahua maintenance. Hunting and trapping. Scoring chicks. ]
he's gonna like hiss at fig to get her attention and then start doing the universal language of important secrets: charades.
he will like, mime putting something heavy on his back and walk in a circle, pixel feet slapping the ground. gesturing to his mouth like he's holding something in it, and pulling down a pair of goggles over his eyes. And then crosses his arms and falls backwards. ]
well she hella understands this so she will nod seriously.]
graNmasWeetie: well to be honest ive never read the rolling stone interview graNmasWeetie: but when i met steven graNmasWeetie: in his hotel room in bastion city graNmasWeetie: we did lines off his scuba gear and he told me all about his last dive graNmasWeetie: so im gonna say scuba
[ this really is a game of 8s today. the creature on the ground with the weird distorted face stares at riz doing this. the banana also stares, with its terrible unblinking eyes, because what the fuck? and then it decides it has had enough staring and lifts its pixel gun again, this time pointing it at riz. hmmm....
in the meantime, _XHoleinmySOULX_ stomps his big pixelated feet!!!! he's mad!!!! he has not realized that charades are happening because he is flabbergasted by the fact that this hot grandma may have done lines with steven tyl*r. ]
_XHoleinmySOULX_; SERIOUSLY???? GAG ME _XHoleinmySOULX_: FINE!!! ONE POINT _XHoleinmySOULX_ QUESTION TWO!!! GRANDMA GETY READY _XHoleinmySOULX_ WHAT WAS THE INSPIRATION FOR THE CLASSIC BALLAD LIZARD LOVE?
[ riz can try his askjeeves skills yet again, but this time with disadvantage. the banana watcheth ]
[ he's so entranced by the allure of asking jeeves that he doesn't seem to notice the pixel gun, instantly getting up from his death drop scuba dive to start googling again - LIZARD LOVE
which obviously seems like he was fucking a dragonborn? he knows people fuck, dude. ]
[riz you're not altavistaing fast enough... she'll just try to bullshit her way through]
graNmasWeetie: it's a metaphor obviously. he was inspired by memories of romance, love at all stages of life, the mystery and majesty of reptiles. sure, he's made a few comments about possible "inspirations" but isn't trying to distill it down to just one possible source of inspiration underselling the talent and creativity? i wouldn't ever dream of trying to box such a classic ballad in.
[ there's a beat. the gif lights flash again, ominously. the banana fires his gun at riz, landing a direct hit in his pixelated leg. and the thing is, this is an avatar, so it shouldn't hurt? except you guys are here in this room and not just avatars, so that hurt a fucking lot.
the banana raises his shotgun and points it at fig, next, and gleefully, this asshole _XHoleinmySOULX_ yells: ]
_XHoleinmySOULX_: WRONG JURASSIC PARK FIRE AT WILL
[ is that even the right answer. who cares. the banana fires a slug at fig, punching through her avatar's shoulder with ease. good thing his aim's not great. the red eyed banana who sees all stares at _XHoleinmySOULX_, and you get the sense they might briefly be in a DM. and then, _XHoleinmySOULX_ yells in the chat box ]
[ and he pulls out a little stick of minecraft (copyright) dynamite. hm.
if you two would like to fucking leave this world, you could head back the way you came, or you could try and bust past tweedledee and tweedledum - in the back, you can distantly see another door. or you can try and fight these aerosmith clowns. idk man ]
[ HIS LEGS ARE SO SO SMALL AND NOW HE'S BEEN SHOT IN ONE HE NEEDS THOSE it hurts but listen hes a high schooler not some elementary chump, he can handle a little horrible shooting injury or two
the webpage very slowly loads something about Rugrats Go Wild and then Riz pulls out the tape ]
Fig?! I have to say, I'm really ambivalent on finding the Ladies!
[ the little thunderbird revs with all of its might. vroom, vroom, motherfucker. the legendary graNmasWeetie guns her engine and the banana looks shocked as she absolutely rams him with the tiny car. the banana avatar goes flying backwards, but in the chaos, with a partial success, the aerosmith loving bitch with the quiz throws his dynamite at the back of the car. and
BOOM!!
both of you take some serious explosion damage to the back as the pixelated, badly animated dynamite blows up at the end of the car. however, the resulting explosion propels you forward, and the door in the back slams open. the world spins by you in pixelated nothingness, and you notice there is a strange figure standing there, holding the door open for you.
but that's probably fine! you fly through the door at absolute mach fuck, bleeding pixelated blood, to the tune of aerosmith playing from the aerosmith room, and your tiny car lands in a new reception area! ]
[ you came from the aerosmith world, which is now smoldering. you blew those guys up. or. they blew themselves up? who cares. the hanson billboard is here, but does not have a door. the TRAVEL corridor appears to lead to another hallway or portal, but this area appears to be fine? some other users mill around, all turning to look at you and your wild car entrance but pay you no mind even though you are bleeding. ]
Edited (i forgot to include that they blew up ) 2024-10-09 01:18 (UTC)
[ FLIPPING THEM ALL THE DOUBLE BIRD AS THEY ERUPT OUT INTO THE RECEPTION AREA and I don't know how this bear works. does he get a sense of how the bear works. is it a one time only thing.
he sees a sign thats welcome to erotic worlds and immediately wants to leave]
[ oh yeah. if you CHAT with the bear, it can change into either a large attack bear, or a gun with two bullets. that's it! wow. options.
the erotic and jimbly world is left be, for now. who knows what mysteries it holds. you instead go jettisoning into travel!
the travel world is another hallway, it seems. a quiet landing area, where you can admire the lovely scenery of mountains.
there's one open portal here that reads THE PIPIS ROOM, but it seems like ap lace to catch your breath. the figures within are in the middle of chatting, and your excited entry turned some heads. ]
E3EB: so my favorite sin was wrath what the fuck Archbishop: r u bleeding? dude. rad ride though Wirlaburla: ZZZZZZZ DDOSfox: ZZZZZZ
graNmasWeetie: sup yall thanks my favorite sin is pride personally though my dad is the archdevil of gluttony so i think thats p cool too graNmasWeetie: but yeah were bleeding i guess there was a real creep in the aerosmith room graNmasWeetie: he was threatened by fans of real music graNmasWeetie: anyway we're heading to the pipis room if you guys want to hang
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chatting into the void doesn't get much specific - snippets of other conversations. ]
chacarroNXX: hey
__DarkMOONZ__: lol get pwned noob spotted
ChickenGirl: hhahaha be nice
Azazel: WOE AND DEATH BE UPON YE WHO FORGETS THE HOLY WORD OF THE LORD AND THE SON AND THE HOLY SPIRIT YOU WILL DIE IF YOU ENTER HERE
JustinsGurlfriend: yeah so she was doing the macarena downstairs
Zard_the_Nard: THE MEN WHO DO NOT WALK AMONG US WILL WALK INTO THE FIRES OF HELL JOIN THEM MOVEMENT
GratefUlFan how do i type a penits
[ sheesh. however!!
fig and riz enter into the AEROSMITH FANS WORLD.
this room is designed to look like a cool bar. it's smoky, in the way that a game in the 90s can be smoky, and the walls are filled with guitars, bad quality moving gifs of steven tyl*r, whoever that is, and pixelated concert videos. the room seems to go on for forever, far past your pixelated eyes can currently see. and more importantly, there are two people in here!!!
figure one is ... this guy, username RINGRINGRINGRING sitting at the pixelated AEROSMITH FANS bar, jerking and fidgeting occasionally. figure two is this guy, _XHoleinmySOULX_ who is staring at you both with his unnerving, flat, pixelated eyes. ]
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he'll leave the talking to Fig since she's good at that, but he's really good at INVESTIGATING. so he'll go ahead and take a poke around hte whole room - is tehre anything hidden in the guitars or behind the bar? ]
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graNmasWeetie: ummmm wheres all the chicks?
graNmasWeetie: lol telemaine gtfo noob
graNmasWeetie: anyway tell me where to find the chicks
[what a disappointment. though there's something compelling about this banana man. she will wave, friendly.]
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since riz is decidedly not chatting, he can poke around the bar a bit with his investigation eyes, bear avatar in tow. with a partial success, what he sees are a whole lot of terrible gif shrines to aerosmith, at least behind the bar. he can also find a small object that looks like a tape, that glows slightly. an indicator appears over the top of it. COLLECT!
there's also, in a corner near the guitars as you get down to look behind them, this fucking thing, that you realize now is alive. its eyes move from left to right and stare at you. hmmm.
in the meantime: there's a ping! noise, and a chat appears in the AEROSMITH WORLD. ]
_XHoleinmySOULX_: the chicks are in the back but you don't look like you're worthy enough to spend time with them. L O L
_XHoleinmySOULX_: you gotta pass a test if u wanna get in THIS world. u prove ur a real fan, u can come in.
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he'll take the tape and then stare back at the very creepy ... thing. ]
TelemaineLomenelda: Can I help you?
TelemaineLomenelda: Do you know what we're supposed to be doing here?
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okay, first, she is opening a private dm with the banana.]
graNmasWeetie: hey _XHoleinmySOULX_ kind of sucks huh i came here to meet cool people like you
[and then she will answer him in the chat]
graNmasWeetie: wow ok gatekeeping is not really in the spirit of aerosmith but whatever give me your test
graNmasWeetie: assuming YOU'RE a real fan
graNmasWeetie: i bet you don't even know about their bastion city show
graNmasWeetie: i bet you werent even born yet
graNmasWeetie: i was THERE
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AAAAAAAAA: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANEXAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANEXAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANEXAAAAAAAA
wow. amazing. helpful! riz is +1 tape. the bear next to him makes a chirrupy pixelated noise of joy! the tape appears to be an audio file. an option does appear to play it, but it also says "AEROSMITH CHAT ROOM RULES: NO EXTRA MUSIC". so. you know. you can decide if you want to wait or not.
the banana, unblinking, appears to process? maybe? and then ]
RINGRINGRING: that's todd hes cool hes just rly into aerosmith. but u should try to pass his quiz. the lizard man approves if you pass the quiz
[ what. okay.
in the meantime, _XHoleinmySOULX_ looks as offended as a pixel avatar in the 90s can look. you rattled him. ]
_XHoleinmySOULX_ how old are u, like 900?
_XHoleinmySOULX_ im a real fan just because i wasnt alive i can apprecaite it better than a deaf old lady
_XHoleinmySOULX_ so SHUT UP ABOUT IT!!!!! WHATEVER OF COURSE I KNOW WHAT THAT IS ANYWAY
_XHoleinmySOULX_ QUIZ TIME!!!
[ the lights in the room go mysteriously dark, suddenly. maybe it's a glitch? but then they flash brightly, like an overly saturated 90s gif. the banana is now wearing a bowtie. it's also holding a pixelated shotgun and pointing it at fig. the banana was never your ally. ]
_XHoleinmySOULX_ QUIZ RULES: PUNISHMENT IF FAILURE!!! THREE WRONG ANSWERS RESULTS IN AUTOMATIC DELETION
_XHoleinmySOULX_ WAT DOES STEVEN TYL*R LIKE TO DO IN HIS SPARE TIME AS STATED IN THE 1986 ISSUE OF R*LLING ST*NE
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[ MY MORTAL ENEMY BANANA
well he'll save his tape for the right moment (probably when they have two wrong answers) - but he doesn't know anything about classic rock! his dad died when he was a kid!
so what he'll do instead is see if he can't take a look at the chat. is there an AskJeeves browser? he'll try and pull up fucking AltaVista and type in STEVE TYLOR HOBBIES ]
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she will just try to lie.]
graNmasWeetie: well thats obvious its the ladiessssssssss
graNmasWeetie: high five
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the strange creature beside riz pops up in the chat again.
AAAAAAAAA: AAAAAAAEYYYYYYYYYYYYYLMAOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAANEXI
the banana and the dude look at each other. ]
RINGRINGRING: shit dude thats kind of right
_XHoleinmySOULX_ SHUT UP AND POINT YOUR GUN
_XHoleinmySOULX_ : UGHHG WHATEVER PARTIAL CREDIT BECAUSE STEVEN IS GOOD WITH THE LADIES THATS A CHEA P SHOT. LIST SOMETHING EL SE OR I SHOOT YOUR KNEECAP
[ the banana cocks its virtual shotgun. what a sentence.
riz's altavista browser pops up in a tiny secret window beside his chatbox. it is TINY and takes this entire time to load, but it is there. Steven Tylor. Scuba Diving. Chihuahua maintenance. Hunting and trapping. Scoring chicks. ]
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he's gonna like hiss at fig to get her attention and then start doing the universal language of important secrets: charades.
he will like, mime putting something heavy on his back and walk in a circle, pixel feet slapping the ground. gesturing to his mouth like he's holding something in it, and pulling down a pair of goggles over his eyes. And then crosses his arms and falls backwards. ]
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well she hella understands this so she will nod seriously.]
graNmasWeetie: well to be honest ive never read the rolling stone interview
graNmasWeetie: but when i met steven
graNmasWeetie: in his hotel room in bastion city
graNmasWeetie: we did lines off his scuba gear and he told me all about his last dive
graNmasWeetie: so im gonna say scuba
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in the meantime, _XHoleinmySOULX_ stomps his big pixelated feet!!!! he's mad!!!! he has not realized that charades are happening because he is flabbergasted by the fact that this hot grandma may have done lines with steven tyl*r. ]
_XHoleinmySOULX_; SERIOUSLY???? GAG ME
_XHoleinmySOULX_: FINE!!! ONE POINT
_XHoleinmySOULX_ QUESTION TWO!!! GRANDMA GETY READY
_XHoleinmySOULX_ WHAT WAS THE INSPIRATION FOR THE CLASSIC BALLAD LIZARD LOVE?
[ riz can try his askjeeves skills yet again, but this time with disadvantage. the banana watcheth ]
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which obviously seems like he was fucking a dragonborn? he knows people fuck, dude. ]
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graNmasWeetie: it's a metaphor obviously. he was inspired by memories of romance, love at all stages of life, the mystery and majesty of reptiles. sure, he's made a few comments about possible "inspirations" but isn't trying to distill it down to just one possible source of inspiration underselling the talent and creativity? i wouldn't ever dream of trying to box such a classic ballad in.
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the banana raises his shotgun and points it at fig, next, and gleefully, this asshole _XHoleinmySOULX_ yells: ]
_XHoleinmySOULX_: WRONG JURASSIC PARK FIRE AT WILL
[ is that even the right answer. who cares. the banana fires a slug at fig, punching through her avatar's shoulder with ease. good thing his aim's not great. the red eyed banana who sees all stares at _XHoleinmySOULX_, and you get the sense they might briefly be in a DM. and then, _XHoleinmySOULX_ yells in the chat box ]
_XHoleinmySOULX_: CHEATER CHEATER CHEATER CHEATER CHEATER CHEATER
AAAAAAAAA: AAAAAAAAAAATHELIZARDISDISPLEASEADAAAAAAAAANEXIAAAAAAAA
RINGRINGRING: CHEATER CHEATER CHEATER
[ and he pulls out a little stick of minecraft (copyright) dynamite. hm.
if you two would like to fucking leave this world, you could head back the way you came, or you could try and bust past tweedledee and tweedledum - in the back, you can distantly see another door. or you can try and fight these aerosmith clowns. idk man ]
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the webpage very slowly loads something about Rugrats Go Wild and then Riz pulls out the tape ]
Fig?! I have to say, I'm really ambivalent on finding the Ladies!
[ ARE WE GOING FOR THE BABES OR NOT? ]
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graNmasWeetie: fsfduck ow1
[ummm she's going to fight, obviously. she screams, revs up her thunderbird, and drives to drive it directly into this banana asshole.]
We're going to kill these Aerosmith loving bitches!
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BOOM!!
both of you take some serious explosion damage to the back as the pixelated, badly animated dynamite blows up at the end of the car. however, the resulting explosion propels you forward, and the door in the back slams open. the world spins by you in pixelated nothingness, and you notice there is a strange figure standing there, holding the door open for you.
but that's probably fine! you fly through the door at absolute mach fuck, bleeding pixelated blood, to the tune of aerosmith playing from the aerosmith room, and your tiny car lands in a new reception area! ]
[ you came from the aerosmith world, which is now smoldering. you blew those guys up. or. they blew themselves up? who cares. the hanson billboard is here, but does not have a door. the TRAVEL corridor appears to lead to another hallway or portal, but this area appears to be fine? some other users mill around, all turning to look at you and your wild car entrance but pay you no mind even though you are bleeding. ]
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he sees a sign thats welcome to erotic worlds and immediately wants to leave]
Go to Travel! Go to Travel!
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the erotic and jimbly world is left be, for now. who knows what mysteries it holds. you instead go jettisoning into travel!
the travel world is another hallway, it seems. a quiet landing area, where you can admire the lovely scenery of mountains.
there's one open portal here that reads THE PIPIS ROOM, but it seems like ap lace to catch your breath. the figures within are in the middle of chatting, and your excited entry turned some heads. ]
E3EB: so my favorite sin was wrath what the fuck
Archbishop: r u bleeding? dude. rad ride though
Wirlaburla: ZZZZZZZ
DDOSfox: ZZZZZZ
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Quick! That's where they keep all the Pipis! We have to get in there! Floor it!
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graNmasWeetie: sup yall thanks my favorite sin is pride personally though my dad is the archdevil of gluttony so i think thats p cool too
graNmasWeetie: but yeah were bleeding i guess there was a real creep in the aerosmith room
graNmasWeetie: he was threatened by fans of real music
graNmasWeetie: anyway we're heading to the pipis room if you guys want to hang
[let's go right on through and get the pipis]
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