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Uneager to pursue the thought further, you shift gears and immediately start tapping on the monolith as if it were your <span class="mu-g">COMPANY-ISSUED BLUEBERRY.</span> To her credit, Syb <span class="mu-i">doesn’t</span> kill you outright.
“<span class="mu-s">STAN,</span>” She snarls, prompting Lil’ Stanley to preemptively duck for cover under your hat, “<span class="mu-s">WHAT DID I JUST SAY?!</span>”
Something about Art? Whatever, you reply, keeping her smoldering form away with a dismissive wave, just sit tight for a sec, will ya? You’re figuring this thing out! Dodging The Goth’s furious attempt to tackle you to the ground, a thought occurs to you–something that doesn’t happen often, mind. Sifting through the volatile menagerie of explosives, ammunition, and miscellaneous odds and ends stuffed in your pockets, your hand quickly returns with your <span class="mu-g">MAGIC-STORING PRISM!</span>
“Well since we’re about ta’ die anyways, I gotta ask:” Ly begins, borrowing your foot to take a few cautious steps away from Syb’s growling form, “What’s wit’ da’ prism?”
Hah! Back in Preschool again, are we? You twirl the prism around a few times before giving Ly an answer–what do prisms and pyramids have in common, hm?
“Erm…” He mutters, frantically lifting your feet up and down to avoid Syb’s swipes, “They’re both three-dimensional-”
EEERNK! WRONG! They’re both <span class="mu-i">shapes</span>, you dork! <span class="mu-i">MAN</span>, you could fill a book with all the stuff he doesn’t know!
Tapping the prism against the monolith, a smile slowly forms on your face as its surface reacts to your rapid pokes! Running the magical doodad along the surface, you watch with glee (while Syb watches in abject horror) as the map is slowly blotted out by countless alien characters! Letting out a long, baleful whine, your pal slumps to the floor in defeat as the monolith chimes in with a sound of its own–one that sounds oddly similar to your PC’s CPU fan!
“Uhhh, Stan?” Ly murmurs as the map’s smooth, black surface glows steadily oranger by the second, “I think we oughta-”
And just like that, the ruins and, by extension, your eyes, are rocked by a blinding flash! YOW!
<span class="mu-r">GAME OVER! Score: 3 out of 500 Points!
RESTORE
RESTART
QUIT
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