FYS: Orwell Lite
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"You want what now?" Chaula's morph asked carefully.
"Just like I said," Chaula told Henri. "We're setting a specific LARP sim based on the original West End RPG.
"So it's going to be all underground."
"Yes."
"With uncomfortable quarters, substandard recreation facilities, and malfunctioning non-morph robots."
"Yes."
"Plots with a high probability of character elimination and contradictory win scenarios."
"Yes."
"For fun."
"Yes."
"One moment while I consult, please."
WELCOME TO MORPHCHAT
LOGIN:
USER: HENRITHEFUNMACHINE
PASSWORD: *****************************************************
USERNAME AND PASSWORD ACCEPTED.
PLEASE CHOOSE A ROOM
>DF SAY WHAT NOW
WELCOME TO DF SAY WHAT NOW, FOR WHEN YOUR DESIGNATED FOCUS BREAKS YOUR PROCESSOR.
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MODERATOR IS OFF CHAT
>HENRITHEFUNMACHINE: Guys, you're not going to believe this one…