082214-DaniEric

CC: —―{ Oh, hello. }—―

GG: Any sleep yet?

CC: —―{ Yes, actually. }—―

GG: That's good.

CC: —―{ I recited the Fibonacci Sequence to the 250th digit, then I passed out. }—―

GG: That's extreme, calculator.

CC: —―{ There was only one other option. }—―

GG: You find anything else about those gears?

CC: —―{ I have a theory on how they work, but that is all. }—―

GG: Hm.

CC: —―{ You are aware of water wheels, correct? }—―

GG: Sure.

CC: —―{ I think there is one beneath the pools of magma, turning the gears. }—―

CC: —―{ I don't understand what their purpose is exactly. }—―

GG: So there's a magma wheel under the surface of your planet.

CC: —―{ Either that or someone is moving the gears from the the interior of my planet. }—―

GG: Someone? Eh, wouldn't put it past this crazy place.

GG: These crazy places*

CC: —―{ Anyway, do you know your title? }—―

GG: Page of Time. Or something.

CC: —―{ Oh yes, I remember talking to you about that already. }—―

CC: —―{ Sorry. }—―

GG: It's ok. You've said that place is distracting. I'll accomodated your repeat questions until it gets under my skin.

CC: —―{ Yes about that, I have thought of a solution to it. }—―

GG: Is it get used to it?

CC: —―{ No. }—―

CC: —―{ I am thinking about deafening myself. }—―

GG: Well, let me list some downsides to that.

GG: You're going to be the shittiest person in multi-person combat because nobody can call out to you or warn you for shite.

GG: Anyone can sneak up on you.

GG: Don't care how well you think you can hear vibrations.

GG: Oh, and if you do it wrong you can probably cause brain damage.

GG: More than is already apparently going on for that brilliant idea.

GG: Just saying.

CC: —―{ I can barely focus without silence. }—―

GG: Just stick it out, mate.

CC: —―{ If I remove my eardrums, I would be able to focus. }—―

GG: Maybe... Oh right. I think the video said something about one of these machines.

GG: Try to build a set of noise cancelling headphones or something. I don't know.

GG: Go all earmuff.

CC: —―{ Alright. }—―

GG: Don't maim yourself over a temporary situation.

GG: If you find out we've been here for years, sure.

GG: Thats not the case though.

GG: So can it.

CC: —―{ You have a way with words. }—―

GG: Im not a lyricist. I'm a drummer.

GG: Sue me.

CC: —―{ Argh, this place puts me on edge, it is hard to be polite. }—―

GG: Polite is for people who can't face the truth and don't want it back.

GG: Fuck that noise.

CC: —―{ I would if my extremities were a bit less fragile. }—―

CC: —―{ :D }—―

GG: Wow an emote.

GG: Seriously though, Don't go messing yourself up.

GG: This is supposed to be some sort of death game, or whatever, right?

CC: —―{ I believe so. }—―

GG: Stay alive and healthy so we can give it the middle finger at the end.

GG: got it?

CC: —―{ Yes. }—―

CC: —―{ I might as well find a way to unhinge it like it did me. }—―

GG: Good. Cause if I find out you've gone and done something stupid with your ears, I'll cut your fuckin' bulge off. Or whatever you've got.

CC: —―{ >:^E Well spoken. }—―

GG: Anyway. I'm gonna try poking this sprite thing. If I get any info on you I'll try to send it back.

CC: —―{ Thank you. Don't get yourself killed. }—―

CC: —―{ Ciao. }—―

GG: Later