Act 1: And Thus Darkness Descends [ written ]

[madpuppeteer]

[ After exploring some of the wonders and splendors of Luceti, the scientist known as the “Puppeteer” decides to write a bit about about them. He's eager to jot down his notes but just as eager to share them with others. Hence his reason for using this enchanted journal for all to behold. ]

My, my...

Have I finally arrived to the paradise were angels sleep? While I doubt there is truly be a “Heaven”, I must confess that this realm comes alarmingly close to one, at least in reference to the natives here. It's quite difficult for one such as I not to notice the “wings” upon the people's backs. Especially since these wings look quite out of place in standard humanoid anatomy. Nevertheless, I see plenty of patrons sporting such appendages despite how useless such tiny wings might be.

I could understand if these wings proved to have some form of practicality, but it seems that they do not. This, however, begs the question regarding if these wings are just for aesthetics. Judging by sheering pain I felt when I plucked out a single feather, I've come to the conclusion that these abnormal appendages are very much so real and vital. Although, as of why that is has yet to reveal itself. I'm certain that in due time that I'll unlock the mysterious revolving this glorious paradise and all it's splendors.

Until then, I shall patiently observe from the sidelines and learn what I can from the actions of others. This is perhaps my best approach to this rather fascinating matter.

[ His pen stops suddenly, but only for a mere moment before he begins writing again. ]


…


With this entry concluded, are there anyone willing to volunteer themselves for the sake of science? I'm just asking for one or two volunteers for a hypothesis I desire to test. It won't be painful, not at first.


[ There's something quite ominous about his request... ]

Comments

[Voice]

[roboredom]

HUMANS ARE AWFUL AT EXECUTING SCIENCE! [He's already assuming this person is human by their handwriting, mostly because he thinks it's flawed. Robo-Ky is a dick like that.] YOU'RE JUST WASTING YOUR TIME!

[He also meant anyone who volunteered, too.]

[Voice]

[madpuppeteer]

Disagreed. [ Well two can play the massive dick card, old boy! ] The only time wasted here is the time I've spent speaking with you, naysayer.

[Voice]

[roboredom]

WASTED TIME!? [Why do people keep saying that He is insulted by such words.] YOU SHOULD APPRECIATE THAT A PERFECT BEING LIKE MYSELF HAS EVEN GIVEN YOU THE TIME OF DAY, YOU DEFECTIVE HUMAN!

[Voice]

[madpuppeteer]

You call yourself "a perfect being"? [ Indignant chuckle inserted here. ] I think not. Judging by the tone of your voice, you're merely an obsolete byproduct of failed robotics.

[Voice]

[roboredom]

WHAT DID YOU SAY!? I SHOULD JUST END YOUR DEFECTIVE LIFE RIGHT NOW! BZZZT!

[Voice]

[madpuppeteer]

[ The only reply the robot receives is the sound of Relius yawning in boredom. It seems that the alchemist doesn't view him as much of a threat. ]

Really now, all that shrieking is rather aggravating.

[Voice]

[roboredom]

[Shrieking? That's what he calls Robo-Ky's "voice"? That is an insult beyond insults, and if Robo-Ky knew where he was, an attempted death sentence. Keyword is attempted.]

I'LL SHOW YOU SHRIEKING! [He pauses, and then proceeds to make a shrieking noise into the journal, only interrupted by the occasional bzzzt.]

[Voice]

[madpuppeteer]

[ And just for that, you malfunctioning blender; Relius logically closes his journal to make the noise cease. ]

There. That's much better.

[Voice]

[roboredom]

[Oh wow, how rude.]