My mouth and eyes fill with foul dark liquid. I occasionally spit out black liquid - I fear something is gravely wrong. I've been feeling nauseous, and have been feeling the urge to CHIT CHIT vomit. It hovers far away now - and moves back as I move forward. My healing drone has stopped giving me aid. My vision is blurry - I fear I have also suffered a CHIT concussion. I am grateful that I repaired this drone before my untimely tumble - I would assuredly be dead without it. It will take a few days to get my strength back. I may have broken my leg - but thankfully CHIT(?) I have a healing drone to administer aid. I crawled out, and thankfully the insects have stopped following me. I tumbled within as it rushed me down, deep into an underground cavern. In avoiding their assault, I slipped and fell backwards into a waterfall of mysterious liquid. Once they gathered their numbers - and presumably their confidence - they charged me. I scavenged for resources, but soon giant insects began to crawl out of the earth and take aggressive stances. I find myself in the middle of a desert - with no other survivors in sight. You will find yourself at peace, and more importantly, my servant, in a realm overlooked by the design of my coming reprisal.Ībandoned Aqueduct Welcome to DataScraper (v3.1.53 – beta branch) Reach out to the monolith while clutching them. When you so choose, the beads of your oath will guide you to my vault. Be pleased that I hold loyalty above all else. You have been my hands where I cannot reach, my feet where I cannot stride. And now, in the greatest mockery he could devise, he has twice used my own creations to erase me. Vermin, like you… oblivious to her sacrifice, as you all cowered from the radiant corpse that saved you. MY GATES, through which vermin like you ride to our infested home.

MY sentinels, that he encumbers by his self-indulgent adornments and alterations. MY guardians, that he continues to weave with willful volatility. He has exploited and twisted my treasured designs into mockeries. I have wasted my time in teaching you to operate it.Ī lock… MY lock… crafted by the hands of my betrayer! It will persist for as long my treacherous brother lives. The alignment of the gate cannot now be changed by one such as you. It will not break, and it will not yield. I want to see joy on your face.Ī Moment, Whole It is sealed… you do not have the skill to release this - it is a lock of my design. Forget about those creatures - and do not dawdle. Prove to the universe you are free! I cannot bear to see you in such a pitiable mood on such a joyous occasion.

And yet I see your somber gaze will not lift. Perhaps dozens! You should be celebrating with me, brother! When next she visits our world I must ask her to take a gate with her. then surely more of our kind awaits among the other worlds - trapped by the dark sea. While it pains me to see your heart still torn for the doomed, we are not among them. I feel truly now that there is no obstacle nor force we cannot overcome together - with my designs, and your constructions. Only your hands could have realized my design, brother. We can cross the dark sea without succumbing to its sickness if we simply do not travel through it at all - is it not a brilliant light of hope?

the first beacon shines brightly on the other side! There was no gap in its sequence - it has traveled instantaneously. A Moment, Fractured My brother, it is done.

Debt quencher for windows