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Post by Seven on Mar 30, 2009 12:37:06 GMT -5
Yes, I know, but I'm "magic" (cue jazz hands) now! Or maybe not magic, but with alien abilities. Who knows what the possibilities are. Still, once I get out of the pit, I turn back into sand.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 30, 2009 12:47:00 GMT -5
After stickying the way out of your pit, you resume your sandy quality.
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Post by Seven on Mar 30, 2009 12:48:07 GMT -5
I begin sliding around to find cracks or crevices to get my way out of this room.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 30, 2009 16:27:09 GMT -5
Despite all your swirling and rushing (Which you are getting the hang of), you can find no cracks or holes. However, there is a small circle on the ceiling made of two connected halves.
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Post by Seven on Mar 30, 2009 23:48:52 GMT -5
Resuming the form of mashmellow fluff, I scale the walls, trying to make my way to the ceiling.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 31, 2009 10:12:59 GMT -5
You are now hanging from the ceiling! You get a weird vertigo feeling and there is a strange whirring coming from the hole.
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Post by Seven on Mar 31, 2009 13:31:01 GMT -5
I make my way over to the hole.
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