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Try as you might to fight against it, the siren's song of the <span class="mu-b">PURPLE TUBES</span> tugs at your curiosity like the raccoon on your leg! Ow, by the way! Failing to dislodge the flea bitten fuzzball from your pants, so too do you fail to to shake the <span class="mu-i">Mystery of the Purple Tubes,</span> and with a defeated groan you stoop to their level and immediately start fiddling with them!
"Careful, Stan," Sybil warns as if she wasn't just neck-deep in these damn things a few seconds ago, "There's no telling what those tubes contain!"
<span class="mu-i">Exactly</span>, you snap as you rap on the tubes with your knuckles, isn't it exciting?
"Well, <span class="mu-i">yes</span>," The Goth shrugs, her stern face giving way to academic eagerness for a split second, "B-but still: I couldn't figure out what was in there, so-"
So that must make it the <span class="mu-i">COOLEST STUFF</span>, you reason as you rub your <span class="mu-g">MAGIC PRISM</span> against it! Sure enough, the interior of the device reacts almost immediately--its center glowing with a peculiar<span class="mu-g">PURPLE CLOUD!</span>
"Fascinating..." Sybil whispers as she peers over your shoulder. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that was some form of... <span class="mu-g">WILD MAGIC!</span>"
Oh <span class="mu-i">brother</span>, here we go again... poking at the tube with your <span class="mu-g">BONE CLAWS,</span> you raise an eyebrow Syb's way. Is she saying they're pumping that crap all the way to a turret?
"No," She frowns, shaking her head. "Look how the pipes are built." Trying and failing to follow her pale finger along the snaking tubes, you give up almost immediately. Short version, please!
"It LOOPS." Sybil answers with a hint of disappointment in her tone. "But the question is, what's the purpose? Surely enough use would deplete the supply, yes?"
You're just about to send another witty comeback her way when the cannon readies another shot faster than you expected! Startled, your ill-placed <span class="mu-g">BONE CLAW</span> carves a small divot in the tube, filling the surrounding water with plumes of billowing, crackling smoke!
Oh, and <span class="mu-i">you</span>.
"Run, Stan!" Sybil calls, having already blinked to safety! "There's no telling what it'll do!"
You hear her, sure, but as you watch the <span class="mu-g">MAGICAL PRISM</span> fill to the brim with the mysterious power, you also feel something reaching into <span class="mu-i">you</span>--something that starts as a tickle, then grows into something <span class="mu-s">MORE.</span>
"STAN!" Your friend shouts again, "Follow my voice!"
Part of you wants to, but that bit is fading--as you take in the energy, you feel something akin to being hooked up to a dozen car batteries--in a <span class="mu-i">good</span> way! Looking down at your hands, you watch with glee as your skin pulses with otherworldly energy! As the power crackles and courses through your veins, nerves, and flesh, you can barely contain the semi-malevolent cackle that escapes your lips--you... you're <span class="mu-s">AMPED!</span> You're…
"<span class="mu-s">STAN!</span>"
<span class="mu-s">YOU'RE THE FUCKING U N I V E R S E!</span>
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