Algorhythm is a dancer

(set:$name to (prompt:"And who might I be?","Enter the you I will perform badly")) Oh. $name. You weren't supposed to- I didn't- ...hm $name, you're early. Things aren't as...clean as I would like them to be but, I guess that's the point isn't it? Well, um, come-come. You've been waiting awhile haven't you, you came to the wrong entrance. It took me a minute to find you... //They wag the metaphorical finger in their sneer// I'm surprised you kiept knockin- you cyan do that in otha places on account ah da rudeness but- don get me twisted suh. Meh grateful. [["Your voice?"->The Past]] [[Follow Them In->Machinations]]

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Oh! So ya wanna (either:"mek","make") funna me for meh voice now? HA LITTLE MAN, I- //They stop, as their eyes track where the calcium walls give to limestone-like holes. New understanding softens their spark.// Ya cyem in theh second entrance, on da Thoracic side. We by da hart, //They say affectionately// Dat's why. It don mean nottin to me but, Campu...haHAaa ee love to leave deh home country ere. Thassall. Come! We leave now and ya come to understand me betta. [[Follow Them In->Machinations]]

[[Life and Death and]]

//You both push on past room upon room, climbing through the holes in discus floors where wires have forged a path. It's dark in here, so you're mostly following the sounds of your nimble guide as they make their way to where, you assume, they want you to go. Yet noticeably, you barely hear much of them but a shuffle here or there. Together you eventually reach the top of this serpentine corridor. They pretend to cough// Ooh-haugh- Sorry about that, haha- you know us Neurons, always at the will of these things. It's quite dark in here...and that's no help to you nor I. There should be a nerve or *something* around here somewhere... [[You felt something thick and string-like brush your face a minute ago, tell them about it?->Vines]] [[Push on in the dark->Next]]

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==> (text-rotate:115)[Sun] (text-rotate:110)[of the] ======> (text-rotate:105)[in the helm] =====><= (text-rotate:100)[spokes of light] ====><== (text-rotate:80)[Cord stood like] ===><=== (text-rotate:65)[Of Synaptic] ==><===== (text-rotate:45)[And a crown] =><===== (text-rotate:20)[Body Glowed] The Neuron's [[Next]]

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[[Tended To]] [[Blindness]] [[A dog]] [[A Mom]] [[Know]] [[A Teeth]] [[The Past]] ~broken links~ [[Music]] [[Machinations]] [[Showing]] [[Latin]] [[The Present]]s passage to edit it. Notes: Have all the Dakota stuff a stumble upon thing - Player gets to choose what they open up, until the mind finds them and kicks them out - ending the game Play the first round finding letters, to spell out the name of the one who the mind is hurting for (I.E. Dakota) Once played, The greeting is different, and allows you to choose different options for rooms- rooms which were pre viously sectioned off and unable to be Ends with a reverberating voice in the last room, I can;t hold these anymore. There's no space for me.

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You did? I must've missed it- ah- um- May I? //You step aside to make space for them to move behind you// //They reach for a hanging string (click-replace: "string")[nerve ending] with one thin arm of their own, and touch it to their own head.// [[The room lights up->The Present]]

WAit A moment!! you... You aren't who I thought it was- Go. GO. GO NOW. Leave. you're time here has ended. //You quickly scamper away, your plans fooled.// //And you would've gotten away with it too if it wasn't for those meddling isocarboxazids!//