How may I shape your reality?
Hot sauce packet.
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@chillerAficionado (a hot sauce packet from taco bell appears. It spins in a circle, counterclockwise, until collected.)
function UNUSED() { unused_1 = "You said at one point that you were a Doom player, right? I didn't hallucinate that?"; unused_2 = "How does this work, exactly?"; }
So, yes. Doom, but Lordways. There were more layers to it before, but I've kind of stripped it away to "the laws of your reality dictate 'such and such a thing'. It is usually 'there is this food in front of you', it seems, but...
function UNUSED() { unused_1 = "Huh, that's pretty interesting. Cool to know that application exists."; unused_2 = "Espcially given how much unnecessary prophecy bullshit my universe has."; unused_3 = "Hm, I really should have brushed up on my Problem Sleuth while I had the chance so that I could formulate this properly, but fuck it we ball."; unused_4 = "I'd like to request a set of hockey gear, such that when I attempt to interact with the stick, it'd suddenly turn into a scythe that I can put in my strife deck."; }
That is INCREDIBLY badass, so yes. I can do that, it'll just take me a moment to make it first. Give me about fifteen minutes or so.
(A hockey bag rolls into being from nowhere, heralded by a faintly glowing green cloud of smoke. The stick is across the top of the bag, and behaves as requested- when picked up with intent, the blade extends and sharpens, and grips along the base jut out to make it easier to wield. The helmet is some sort of high strength compound- it would stand up to a couple swings of that scythe, certainly- as would the shoulder pads. There's a water bottle of endless blue Gatorade, too.)
function UNUSED() { unused_1 = "Hell fucking yes."; unused_2 = "(Equipped!)"; }