>North
You're not sure if the little guy wanted you to follow or not follow, and your head-chatter, as far as you can tell through the waves of NAUSEA, isn't certain either. You decide to take the initiative, and follow it into a massive central chamber...
MAGBOIL:
A RED!! A RED!!! A RED! A RED!!!
A RED!! A RED!!! A RED! A RED!!!
YOU:
The hell is that?!
The hell is that?!
MAGGIE:
Looks like an old polyp. Real old. Pre-mortis.
Looks like an old polyp. Real old. Pre-mortis.
YOU:
I had a polyp!?
I had a polyp!?
STAPH:
Normal, dear, they come and go from most bioforms before they're ever noticed...this would have been quite minor, from your perspective. From ours, it appears to be obstructing something rather important.
Normal, dear, they come and go from most bioforms before they're ever noticed...this would have been quite minor, from your perspective. From ours, it appears to be obstructing something rather important.
YOU:
I do feel sicklier than ever...the closer I get to it, even looking at it, I feel like gagging.
I do feel sicklier than ever...the closer I get to it, even looking at it, I feel like gagging.
STAPH:
Then our goal is most definitely on the other side of this monolith.
Then our goal is most definitely on the other side of this monolith.
YOU:
Can we dig through it?
Can we dig through it?
STAPH:
Not without seriously heavy-duty equipment. If we had a powerful enough corrosive, perhaps, or better yet an explosive.
Not without seriously heavy-duty equipment. If we had a powerful enough corrosive, perhaps, or better yet an explosive.
YOU:
Is that writing on it?
Is that writing on it?
MAGGIE:
Uh, yeah...
Uh, yeah...
YOU:
Can you read it?
Can you read it?
MAGGIE:
Sure, but it ain't a word for polite company.
Sure, but it ain't a word for polite company.
YOU:
Oh. Nice.
Oh. Nice.
MAGBOIL:
A RED!! A RED!!! A RED! A RED!!!
A RED!! A RED!!! A RED! A RED!!!
