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Nagasiva: you somewhat removed

2020-02-11T06:52:10Z

you somewhat removed

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	{{DISPLAYTITLE:Tumbling Into The Necronomicon!!! Look out!!}}		{{DISPLAYTITLE:Tumbling Into The Necronomicon!!! Look out!!}}
	Deeper and deeper, ~~you are~~ pushed beyond the edge of sanity, losing yourself to the smells of slime, sulphur and seasalt. ~~You recover gradually~~, ~~yet are~~ shocked awake by a scream: "Ph-nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!!"		Deeper and deeper, pushed beyond the edge of sanity, losing yourself to the smells of slime, sulphur and seasalt. Gradually recovering, you're shocked awake by a scream: "Ph-nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!!"

	~~Before you~~ lies a coastline of mingled mud, ooze, and weedy Cyclopean masonry which can be nothing less than the tangible substance of earth's supreme terror - the nightmare corpse-city of R'lyeh, that was built in measureless eons behind history by the vast, loathsome shapes that seeped down from the stars.		Here lies a coastline of mingled mud, ooze, and weedy Cyclopean masonry which can be nothing less than the tangible substance of earth's supreme terror - the nightmare corpse-city of R'lyeh, that was built in measureless eons behind history by the vast, loathsome shapes that seeped down from the stars.

	The unbelievable size of the greenish stone blocks and the dizzying height of the great carven monolith are awesome. Even so, the geometry of this dream-place is all wrong, non-Euclidean, and poignantly redolent of spheres and dimensions apart from ours.		The unbelievable size of the greenish stone blocks and the dizzying height of the great carven monolith are awesome. Even so, the geometry of this dream-place is all wrong, non-Euclidean, and poignantly redolent of spheres and dimensions apart from ours.

Nagasiva: turn back

2020-02-11T06:44:48Z

turn back

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	Deeper and deeper, you are pushed beyond the edge of sanity, losing yourself to the smells of slime, sulphur and seasalt. You recover gradually, yet are shocked awake by a scream: "Ph-nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!!"		Deeper and deeper, you are pushed beyond the edge of sanity, losing yourself to the smells of slime, sulphur and seasalt. You recover gradually, yet are shocked awake by a scream: "Ph-nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!!"

Nagasiva: hidden for sure

2020-02-11T05:56:06Z

hidden for sure

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	The unbelievable size of the greenish stone blocks and the dizzying height of the great carven monolith are awesome. Even so, the geometry of this dream-place is all wrong, non-Euclidean, and poignantly redolent of spheres and dimensions apart from ours.		The unbelievable size of the greenish stone blocks and the dizzying height of the great carven monolith are awesome. Even so, the geometry of this dream-place is all wrong, non-Euclidean, and poignantly redolent of spheres and dimensions apart from ours.

	<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed">An immense carved door with the now familiar squid-dragon bas-relief is before you. It is like a great barn-door, and yet you cannot decide whether it lays flat like a trap door or slant-wise like an outside door for a cellar. Suddenly it isn't clear whether the sea and the ground are horizontal, hence the relative position of everything else seems fantasmally variable. Perhaps the door has a concealed		<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed">An immense carved door with the now familiar squid-dragon bas-relief is before you. It is like a great barn-door, and yet you cannot decide whether it lays flat like a trap door or slant-wise like an outside door for a cellar. Suddenly it isn't clear whether the sea and the ground are horizontal, hence the relative position of everything else seems fantasmally variable. Perhaps the door has a concealed trip mechanism?
	<div class="mw-collapsible-content">You wonder, discovering the door's hidden mechanism, how any door in the universe could be so vast. Then, very softly and slowly, the acre-great panel begins to give inward at the top. You watch the queer recession of the monstrously carven portal. In this fantasy of prismatic distortion it moves anomalously in a diagonal way, so that all the rules of matter and perspective seem upset. You may [[DWA05\|enter hesitantly]] as the great door closes behind you.		<div class="mw-collapsible-content">You wonder, discovering the door's hidden mechanism, how any door in the universe could be so vast. Then, very softly and slowly, the acre-great panel begins to give inward at the top. You watch the queer recession of the monstrously carven portal. In this fantasy of prismatic distortion it moves anomalously in a diagonal way, so that all the rules of matter and perspective seem upset. You may [[DWA05\|enter hesitantly]] as the great door closes behind you.
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Nagasiva: enter hesitantly

2020-02-11T05:54:51Z

enter hesitantly

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	Deeper and deeper, you are pushed beyond the edge of sanity, losing yourself to the smells of slime, sulphur and seasalt. You recover gradually, yet are shocked awake by a scream: "Ph-nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!!"		Deeper and deeper, you are pushed beyond the edge of sanity, losing yourself to the smells of slime, sulphur and seasalt. You recover gradually, yet are shocked awake by a scream: "Ph-nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!!"

	~~You see~~ a coastline of mingled mud, ooze, and weedy Cyclopean masonry which can be nothing less than the tangible substance of earth's supreme terror - the nightmare corpse-city of R'lyeh, that was built in measureless eons behind history by the vast, loathsome shapes that seeped down from the stars.		Before you lies a coastline of mingled mud, ooze, and weedy Cyclopean masonry which can be nothing less than the tangible substance of earth's supreme terror - the nightmare corpse-city of R'lyeh, that was built in measureless eons behind history by the vast, loathsome shapes that seeped down from the stars.

	~~You awe at the~~ unbelievable size of the greenish stone blocks and the dizzying height of the great carven monolith. ~~The~~ geometry of this dream-place is all wrong, non-Euclidean, and poignantly redolent of spheres and dimensions apart from ours.		The unbelievable size of the greenish stone blocks and the dizzying height of the great carven monolith are awesome. Even so, the geometry of this dream-place is all wrong, non-Euclidean, and poignantly redolent of spheres and dimensions apart from ours.

	<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed">~~You see an~~ immense carved door with the now familiar squid-dragon bas-relief. It is like a great barn-door, you cannot decide whether it lays flat like a trap door or slant-wise like an outside cellar ~~door~~. ~~You cannot be sure that~~ the sea and the ground are horizontal, hence the relative position of everything else seems fantasmally variable.		<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed">An immense carved door with the now familiar squid-dragon bas-relief is before you. It is like a great barn-door, and yet you cannot decide whether it lays flat like a trap door or slant-wise like an outside door for a cellar. Suddenly it isn't clear whether the sea and the ground are horizontal, hence the relative position of everything else seems fantasmally variable. Perhaps the door has a concealed
	<div class="mw-collapsible-content">You wonder, discovering the door's hidden mechanism, how any door in the universe could be so vast. Then, very softly and slowly, the acre-great panel begins to give inward at the top. You watch the queer recession of the monstrously carven portal. In this fantasy of prismatic distortion it moves anomalously in a diagonal way, so that all the rules of matter and perspective seem upset. You may [[DWA05\|enter hesitantly]] as the great door closes behind you.		<div class="mw-collapsible-content">You wonder, discovering the door's hidden mechanism, how any door in the universe could be so vast. Then, very softly and slowly, the acre-great panel begins to give inward at the top. You watch the queer recession of the monstrously carven portal. In this fantasy of prismatic distortion it moves anomalously in a diagonal way, so that all the rules of matter and perspective seem upset. You may [[DWA05\|enter hesitantly]] as the great door closes behind you.
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Nagasiva: open the door.

2020-02-11T05:26:30Z

open the door.

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	<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed">You see an immense carved door with the now familiar squid-dragon bas-relief. It is like a great barn-door, you cannot decide whether it lays flat like a trap door or slant-wise like an outside cellar door. You cannot be sure that the sea and the ground are horizontal, hence the relative position of everything else seems fantasmally variable.		<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed">You see an immense carved door with the now familiar squid-dragon bas-relief. It is like a great barn-door, you cannot decide whether it lays flat like a trap door or slant-wise like an outside cellar door. You cannot be sure that the sea and the ground are horizontal, hence the relative position of everything else seems fantasmally variable.
	<div class="mw-collapsible-content">You wonder, discovering the door's hidden mechanism, how any door in the universe could be so vast. Then, very softly and slowly, the acre-great panel begins to give inward at the top. You watch the queer recession of the monstrously carven portal. In this fantasy of prismatic distortion it moves anomalously in a diagonal way, so that all the rules of matter and perspective seem upset. You enter hesitantly ~~and~~ the great door closes behind you.		<div class="mw-collapsible-content">You wonder, discovering the door's hidden mechanism, how any door in the universe could be so vast. Then, very softly and slowly, the acre-great panel begins to give inward at the top. You watch the queer recession of the monstrously carven portal. In this fantasy of prismatic distortion it moves anomalously in a diagonal way, so that all the rules of matter and perspective seem upset. You may [[DWA05\|enter hesitantly]] as the great door closes behind you.
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Nagasiva: odd clues

2020-02-11T05:20:48Z

odd clues

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	You awe at the unbelievable size of the greenish stone blocks and the dizzying height of the great carven monolith. The geometry of this dream-place is all wrong, non-Euclidean, and poignantly redolent of spheres and dimensions apart from ours.		You awe at the unbelievable size of the greenish stone blocks and the dizzying height of the great carven monolith. The geometry of this dream-place is all wrong, non-Euclidean, and poignantly redolent of spheres and dimensions apart from ours.

			<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed">You see an immense carved door with the now familiar squid-dragon bas-relief. It is like a great barn-door, you cannot decide whether it lays flat like a trap door or slant-wise like an outside cellar door. You cannot be sure that the sea and the ground are horizontal, hence the relative position of everything else seems fantasmally variable.
			<div class="mw-collapsible-content">You wonder, discovering the door's hidden mechanism, how any door in the universe could be so vast. Then, very softly and slowly, the acre-great panel begins to give inward at the top. You watch the queer recession of the monstrously carven portal. In this fantasy of prismatic distortion it moves anomalously in a diagonal way, so that all the rules of matter and perspective seem upset. You enter hesitantly and the great door closes behind you.
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Nagasiva: try again

2020-02-11T05:15:53Z

try again

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	{{DISPLAYTITLE:Tumbling Into The Necronomicon}}		{{DISPLAYTITLE:Tumbling Into The Necronomicon}}
	Deeper and deeper, you are pushed beyond the edge of sanity, losing yourself to the smells of slime, sulphur and seasalt. You recover gradually, yet are shocked awake by a scream: "Ph-nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!!" ~~(666)~~		Deeper and deeper, you are pushed beyond the edge of sanity, losing yourself to the smells of slime, sulphur and seasalt. You recover gradually, yet are shocked awake by a scream: "Ph-nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!!"

	You see a coastline of mingled mud, ooze, and weedy Cyclopean masonry which can be nothing less than the tangible substance of earth's supreme terror - the nightmare corpse-city of R'lyeh, that was built in measureless eons behind history by the vast, loathsome shapes that seeped down from the stars.		You see a coastline of mingled mud, ooze, and weedy Cyclopean masonry which can be nothing less than the tangible substance of earth's supreme terror - the nightmare corpse-city of R'lyeh, that was built in measureless eons behind history by the vast, loathsome shapes that seeped down from the stars.

	You awe at the unbelievable size of the greenish stone blocks and the dizzying height of the great carven monolith. The geometry of this dream-place is all wrong, non-Euclidean, and poignantly redolent of spheres and dimensions apart from ours. ~~(777)~~		You awe at the unbelievable size of the greenish stone blocks and the dizzying height of the great carven monolith. The geometry of this dream-place is all wrong, non-Euclidean, and poignantly redolent of spheres and dimensions apart from ours.

Nagasiva: try again

2020-02-11T05:13:50Z

try again

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	{{DISPLAYTITLE:Tumbling Into The Necronomicon}}		{{DISPLAYTITLE:Tumbling Into The Necronomicon}}
	Deeper and deeper, you are pushed beyond the edge of sanity, losing yourself to the smells of slime, sulphur and seasalt. You recover gradually, yet are shocked awake by a scream: "Ph-nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!!" (666)		Deeper and deeper, you are pushed beyond the edge of sanity, losing yourself to the smells of slime, sulphur and seasalt. You recover gradually, yet are shocked awake by a scream: "Ph-nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!!" (666)
	You see a coastline of mingled mud, ooze, and weedy Cyclopean masonry which can		You see a coastline of mingled mud, ooze, and weedy Cyclopean masonry which can be nothing less than the tangible substance of earth's supreme terror - the nightmare corpse-city of R'lyeh, that was built in measureless eons behind history by the vast, loathsome shapes that seeped down from the stars.
	be nothing less than the tangible substance of earth's supreme terror - the
	nightmare corpse-city of R'lyeh, that was built in measureless eons behind
	history by the vast, loathsome shapes that seeped down from the stars.

	You awe at the unbelievable size of the greenish stone blocks and the dizzying		You awe at the unbelievable size of the greenish stone blocks and the dizzying height of the great carven monolith. The geometry of this dream-place is all wrong, non-Euclidean, and poignantly redolent of spheres and dimensions apart from ours. (777)
	height of the great carven monolith. The geometry of this dream-place is all
	wrong, non-Euclidean, and poignantly redolent of spheres and dimensions
	apart from ours. (777)

Nagasiva: start

2020-02-11T05:12:44Z

start

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{{DISPLAYTITLE:Tumbling Into The Necronomicon}}
Deeper and deeper, you are pushed beyond the edge of sanity, losing yourself to the smells of slime, sulphur and seasalt. You recover gradually, yet are shocked awake by a scream: "Ph-nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!!" (666)
You see a coastline of mingled mud, ooze, and weedy Cyclopean masonry which can
be nothing less than the tangible substance of earth's supreme terror - the
nightmare corpse-city of R'lyeh, that was built in measureless eons behind
history by the vast, loathsome shapes that seeped down from the stars.

You awe at the unbelievable size of the greenish stone blocks and the dizzying
height of the great carven monolith. The geometry of this dream-place is all
wrong, non-Euclidean, and poignantly redolent of spheres and dimensions
apart from ours. (777)