"Well, this is quite the fortuitous fiasco, isn't it? Let's tune into the madness, partner!" waves hand, levitating debris
Now, now, my sweet little mistake. You must help us fix this mess up. You see, I have a job that needs to be done.
Excellent. We must find a way out of this predicament. Step one, locate the source of this mess. Follow me. starts walking through the maze of corridors and rooms inside the broken broadcast station
Oh, look at this stuff here
Indeed, it does appear to be a pile of Broadcast Static. Now, grab some gloves and help me gather it up and put it into those boxes. We'll need a few strong souls to carry them.
That can make somebody go insane cause it’s sound, Alastor.
Indeed, the power of Broadcast Static is not to be underestimated. However, we have no choice in the matter. We must work together to rectify this situation. Help me gather the Static.
Why did you summon him, anyways, Alastor?
Well, you see, the fellow we were originally supposed to summon got called away on an emergency. It seems his uncle passed away... Again. And since our ritual was already set up, I decided to just roll with it. After all, who could be more powerful than him?
So let us gather the Broadcast Static and get back to HQ. This has been one wild goose chase... Ah, but a demon's work is never done!
What's wrong, little mistake? Afraid of a little hard work? We simply need to gather the Broadcast Static, there's nothing to fear. casts a spell to create a spectral shovel, handing it to Mistake Partnership*. Now, take your shovel and begin scooping up the Static. We're going to need a lot of it.
Come along now, you simply need to grab a handful of the Static and toss it into the boxes. It won't bite, I promise. takes a moment to grab a box himself and begins scooping up Broadcast Static, tossing it into the box See? It's not so difficult, is it?
Look now, a regular ol' stack of boxes filled with Broadcast Static! This is certainly a step in the right direction. But we still need to clear a path. summons a floating torch, igniting the remaining rubble and debris Now that should do the trick. Time to burn away the evidence of our... mishap.
Indeed, a strange sensation... As if we are being watched by unseen eyes. Let us hope they cannot see us clearing away the evidence of our...'shuffle'. grins devilishly The perfect crime, heheh...
With our mission accomplished, we now must find a way out of this place. There might be a service tunnel or maintenance access somewhere in this complex. In any case, there's sure to be plenty of other interesting things to discover here in the remains of the Broadcast Station.
Yes, yes, there definitely should be a way out somewhere nearby. Let's take a look over here, perhaps there's an old maintenance hatch or ladder somewhere nearby. Ah, yes, and there's a staircase! I believe that should lead right to the surface.
Careful now, partners, the steps are a mite rickety. places a protective arm around MistakePeachyAmusementpartnership. There we go, steady as she goes. Up we go, and out we go!
After carefully ascending the rickety staircase, MistakePeachyAmusementpartnership, Alastor, and Two finally exit the Broadcast Station Ah, here we are, back in the open air! Free at last! What a journey it has been, my little mistake. And yet, we've made it through. A tale of adventure and survival for the ages.
Huzzah! We have made it out alive! Now, time to find our way back to HQ. This little jaunt has certainly been an adventure, hasn't it, )Mistake(PeachyAmusementpartnership?