[Second Level] [First Level - West Side]

[meaningdies]

[Second Level]

[There's a man standing on the second level. He's gotten the hang of this relatively quickly, but he's still flickering a bit. It's a little hard to maintain concentration right now.]

What is this place? Where am I? If anyone has any information, I want answers.

... I may be able to pay you back with information, in time.

[First Level -

Comments

Second level

[bloody_pens]

Afraid that information is scarce for us poor, trapped peons. I don't think anybody knows more than what you've been told.

[meaningdies]

Which is nothing, aside from information I have yet to verify myself. Wonderful.

[bloody_pens]

Pretty much. It's frustrating, isn't it?

[meaningdies]

It is. I suppose it'll keep me busy, though.

[bloody_pens]

Along with learning this nifty thought-projecting thing, no doubt.

[meaningdies]

Oh, probably. It'll be interesting to see what can be done with it.

[bloody_pens]

Not sure what aside from sharing your innermost trainwreck of thoughts, but oh, the temptation to be obnoxious is so strong sometimes.

[meaningdies]

I'm sure there's other things that can be done with it. I just have to study it for a while.

[bloody_pens]

Wouldn't it be nice if we could use it to dream up a way out of here, eh?

[meaningdies]

It would be. I doubt that's possible, but we'll see.

[bloody_pens]

You never know- after all, I got turned into a dog once.

[meaningdies]

[... That stops him short.]

And... how did that go for you?