Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-5135903-20130919182126/@comment-5135903-20131206215450

 Darwol 

"Huh. Nobody stays around here long enough for favours. Whatchya got?"

You hear some commotion from down the tunnel, and see three creatures that you have never seen (or, indeed, have ever been logged by the Darwol) coming toward you. They look like three-metre high giraffes, but they're all out of proportion. They have six legs, their eyes are uncharateristically large and (if your species posseses the required instincts to notice) very expressionate. Their long legs open out into seven, long, thin, radially positioned 'toes' with sharp nails/claws on the ends. They are covered in what you could imagine to be feathers, especially in a line down their twin-spined backs, which sprout strange, dangly flaps of skin. Their plumage is made up of lots of bright colours intertwined with a lot of deep black (which, if you had vision in the infrared or ultraviolet range, would also appear brightly coloured). Their clothes, consisting of a complex assortment of cloaks, decoration and jewellery, are similarly coloured. They are surrounded by an almost completely transparent, spooky-looking fog which is slightly luminous. If you have a really keen eye, you would notice that their plumage appears to be swarming with miniscule fleas and flashes with millions of tiny points of coloured light over their whole bodies.

They walk past you, taking absolutely no notice of you, moving toward the Tunnels Council chamber.

The tiny creature you were talking to scarpers off through a small hole in the wall, dragging its long, stick-shaped weapon behind it.

 Wanraknasdan 

"Er. Ah. I suppose that's a 'yes', then."

Without any movement from the Narrator, the spacecraft fires its thrusters to match orbit with the floaters.

 DreadVolt 

Twon communicates first, K'tek follows,

"Well that's obvious."

"The Domovoi did it."

"Actually, that's very concerning, remember what Phelaholiim said? 'I've been hacked'. That indicates that the Domovoi has outstripped Phelaholiim's computational ability to cope. Things could get nasty; I expect the most efficient course of action would be to secure the moon by active, rather than passive, means. Toa will also have been informed; usually, in these situations, a more powerful AI will be sent in, along with a space fleet from the CSF."

A small, sausage-shaped, metallic-looking spacecraft approaches slowly. One of the curved ends is opening up for you to enter.

"Looks like the waiting game worked!"

 Merstenbach 

"Well you won't know exactly what it will do to you until you do it, will you? I can wait for a very long time. A very long time. It's not like you'll be a burden. You're only using a pathetic quintillion-processes-per-second. Anyway, don't you get it? I'm being nice here; it's completely within my means not to give you the choice at all... my will is law."