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Set strings on fire with lighter.

Um...aren't piano strings made of wire? Like, piano wire? Like, metal? Like, non-flammable?

((Okay, yeah, that was an excuse. Big thing is that I'm still not quite sure how the game mechanics work. Working on it, though!))

Background Music. If DPRK ever published Mecha Animes or Tokusatsu productions, this must be the Title song. Better than any Capitalist K-pop where the "singers" are only lip-synching.

((If Chrome's translator--and my intuition, for which my total experience with Japanese is the occasional untranslated anime theme song, and my total experience with Korean is "it's somewhat more like Japanese than any other language"--is correct, that's actually Japanese. But yeah, that probably would be cool.))

((I think it might be better to leave that Unit where it is. It's in range of the Tower's EMP attack, which is, a guaranteed certain hit instant kill against these units.

You would need at least one critical to destroy it.))

((Sounds like a plan!))

((...Dammit, I've forgotten my pilot's and leader's text colors. One sec.))

I'd like to play, but I'm not sure what to do.

In fact, I'm a little fuzzy on what I can do. What's the prognosis?

5:30PM
[mastahcheese - 20 D]
You pull and yank at the panels of the staircase, looking fairly stupid until it is fairly apparent that there is not a secret basement.

((We're getting our pay docked for that, aren't we?))

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"I'm surprised. Pretty much all but the newest houses have some little critters--mice, spiders, silverfish, sometimes rats--living in them. Nine times out of ten, no one notices them without actively looking. Ninety-nine times out of a hundred, there's no problem; they eat each other, or just use the house as a nice, warm place to sleep. Mark my words; it's just that some mother mice gave birth to a bunch of little mice at once."
If there's nothing else they have to say, head inside.
"So. What's turned up so--um, what are you doing, Cromwell?"

Why is everyone trying to kill me?

Oh yeah.

((Heh heh.))

<...Dammit. Still, better than Miss California, right?>

"Fine, whatever, just keep their damn forcefields away from me."

[ocr b]"They haven't designed a force field generator I can't mess up, and they've developed remarkably few that I can't turn into IEDs."

((GWG, could you link the trope page in the OP?))

Done.