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Did this count for progress? ehh... maybe? probably not though. Besides, i'd be inclined to count the players immediately jumping to violence negatively in that equation.

I think the imps' reaction should be feigned, whatever it is. They should be aware of it's nature in reality. Though Finna's clone won't be going into the recursion room, her reaction would just be rolling her eyes and sighing at the others' acting. Maybe she can do that, before jumping down to the hole next to her, to escape the fight, since the hole is so close. Maybe it'll get the players to follow?



It might be a bit early for this, but I do have a few ideas regarding the recursion hell room. Going down the hole under the furniture in the recursion room, should deposit them in the next intended area (the sewer) via non-Euclidian geometry, as if they had jumped down the hole in the starting room.
As should the furniture piles in any further versions of the recursion room.

Going down the other hole (in the top right) should bring them to the next version of the recursion room, one looking like it literally has been there for hundreds of years, with the entire structure crumbling.

After that, the next version of the recursion room is the illusion of a massive cavern underground with large lakes and the floor covered with sand. This is an illusion of course, and trying to go outside of the physical bounds of the room, the players will simply be met with an "invisible" wall, possibly bonking their head on the wall. The furniture pile, the magic circle, and the hole to the next recursion level are still there, of course.



As for those who want monsters with guns, i do have an idea for a certain encounter with goblins, as part of an half-formed idea for a (quite silly) puzzle, involving a (possibly bottomless) jug of (highly dubious) milk, a cat with telekinetic powers and the aforementioned goblins. Which i suppose could be gangster goblins now. Any interest?

Oh, No Man's Sky. It's certainly a game that has come far since it's disastrous launch. It's a shame they've never deigned to fix the dogshit story, though. I hate every instance of the pretentious "it's all a simulation" stories. It leaves a shit taste in my mouth exactly the same way that "it's all a dream" does. It makes the player's accomplishments seem meaningless. And it doesn't matter how much story Hello Games piles on top. No healthy tree can grow from a corrupted seed. No matter how much one polishes a turd, it will never become gold.

Like, don't get me wrong, it's fun to fly around in the game. There are sights to be seen, loot to be acquired and shit to shoot. But knowing about the world's story sours the whole experience for me. It doesn't help that the game constantly shoves it's shit lore down my throat. It's legitimately a game more fun, the less you know about it's lore.

There. That's my review of No Man's Sky. If you run a game review site, contact me.
(Though, i think my wording choices are a bit spicy for most publications.)

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I think this is good. EDIT: This way, all the clones (except for the one) maintain their veneer of outward friendliness.

You shouldn't have pointed out that the floorboards beneath the boxes are rotten. It should only have been revealed upon examining the boxes, IMO.

Anyway how about this. The players' evil clones are actually imps, disguised as humans. What you guys think?
So, while Finna is messing with the floorboards, one of the other clones points at Finna's clone and enthusiastically affirms that "She's definitely a demon."

yeah lets just curse Crackantler's name out loud, is what i meant, in whatever tongue we're talking to our companions in.

Blender is my favourite vector art program.

In the brief moment that Magma ponders the idea, he is distracted. Magma doesn't notice something fly up to him, from the direction he was running in. He is startled by the forumite's voice. A scratchy, almost nasal voice, dripping with acid—stating "Playing dollhouse with caricatures of other people is kinda cringe, don't you think?". Magma turns his head- or whatever- around to look at the disruptive—and rather ill-mannered—individual. Magma is only half shocked to find him—the vulture—hovering there, flapping his black wings. Though, Magma still physically shrinks in size slightly at the sight of him. No wonder Magma didn't hear, sense nor see him approach. No one ever does. No one ever notices him, but his influence is felt by all.

Almost as soon as Magma lays eyes on him, the vulture transforms. In a whirlwind of black smoke, it takes it's true form. There he is—The Carrion Lord, Strif3—a mysterious entity, cloaked in black and wearing an engraved mask. Once dead, but now returned, the only known one of Strif3's spheres is that of [DEATH].  His mere presence has the tendency to cause things around him to wither. Forumites are generally immune to this aura, but the things they make are not. Thankfully, he appears rarely, even more rarely in his true form, in which even the sound of his words reek of wilting death.

He stands there, upside down, on the ceiling, looking at Magma. Whatever expression on his face, it's hidden behind that inscrutable mask.

But if he's here, what does this mean? What has the unknowable forumite planned? Perhaps he's just here to entertain himself? To simply make his presence known, as he most commonly does when he appears?

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