OOC: The trick is in liberally saving and autosaving, looking up walkthroughs, and being patient. I've done both Black Quarma and White Quarma on AE.
IC:
Praetyre listened to his superior's response, then replied;
"Thank you sir. It's just the word sounded like something an alien would say, not an Inhabitant. But anyway, what's another language to this great melting pot?"
Praetyre glanced over at the monitors again, seeing little change in activity.
"Say, do you hate those awful swimsuits these modern Interns are wearing as much as I do? I prefered the good old days, when these young fellows were wearing jumpsuits or aprons. Looking at them in those bright, tight, revealing swimsuits is enough to want to make me puke, or become a member of one of those celibate religious cults. Eh, I guess what's ugly to me might be beauty to the next Inhabitant. But anyway, do you?"
Praetyre glanced over at the monitors again, seeing still little activity. He gave his superior a few minutes to reply, then spoke again.
"Also, not to be overly chatty, but do you like dri.."
Praetyre heard something from the monitors, and glanced at them again. He followed the brainwave lines closely with his eyes, then realised what was happenning.
"No time for that! It seems Arrack is going to be waking up even sooner than I guessed! We should concentrate our attention on our patient here!"
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Arrack drifted in a sort of mystical dream world. In it, he saw strange images and shadows, distorted, huge, out of proportion. Strange sounds and echoes fluttered in like Paramites to meat, and all the time stalagmites impaled him, causing him to sink into a world of quicksand, where he saw strange things. An image of Odd, who seemed to be some kind of alien dish with tentacles and meat, a cry across the cosmos, featuring a strange Mudokon-like creature who carressed himself with rusty cutlery, and a beautiful, scintillating orb. He was drawn to this orb, obsessed by it, and chased after it for what seemed like an eternity, until he was sucked out of this beautiful world, into the hellish depths of his past. He saw a silhouette of a calm, inviting face, but turned up and saw it was just a contraption, an illusion designed to trick him. He then remembered being yelled at by an evil, massive beast, and being forced to commit acts of cruelty to puppets. He wanted to get away from this world, this nightmare, but he had apparently been chained, been captured, restrained like a beast, and was struggling to leave a dark room with fellow young Sligs. But finally this world slipped away, but the mental scars had been cut again. The very cosmos exploded, and he awoke, seeing a couple of freakish looking creatures talking to each other, and one of them turning to him. He yelled;
"Please, don't hurt me Mr Doctor Man! I no hurt you! I no want hurt anybody! Please, don't hurt me with sharp pointy things and zappy things and hurty head device! Please! Please! Pleeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase!"
Tears ran down his hideous wreck of a face, seeping into bloody crevices and some acidically melting pus filled marks.
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