>Head towards the Sleepy Room
You go North, following that mysterious chain to a new room. Your NAUSEA throbs. You are surrounded by those clammy-looking little gremlins, murmuring away in the dark.
YOU:
Um...
Um...
MAGGIE:
We must be gettin' closer to somethin' pretty weird.
We must be gettin' closer to somethin' pretty weird.
YOU:
That phlegm-faced thing wasn't weird enough?
Why did it...say those things...
That phlegm-faced thing wasn't weird enough?
Why did it...say those things...
MAGGIE:
Probably manifestated from yer core; cobbled together a bioform from yer experiences n' anxieties.
That, or it were a bona-fide doc from some other layer, come by to see what's up, same as us.
Probably manifestated from yer core; cobbled together a bioform from yer experiences n' anxieties.
That, or it were a bona-fide doc from some other layer, come by to see what's up, same as us.
YOU:
Great.
Thanks for setting it off, by the way, that was only my hundredth worst new experience lately.
Great.
Thanks for setting it off, by the way, that was only my hundredth worst new experience lately.
MAGGIE:
Aw, shucks, anytime!
Aw, shucks, anytime!
