# planar scalar surface non existent language aesthetic maybe humalien maybe machine in which big scientists are caught in dimensional rift box of extremely virulent blandness extreme data recovery possible depending on current level of temporal distortion experience at site in relation to the event horizon of a breach elf vortex strong enough to cause a feedback loop atop a seven point intersection of substantial researcher potential as result the leader of one's current scientific squad will start to use ever more ridiculously unbelievable interpersonal dialog temporal distortion jive few have dealt with before sttp sticking to the plan even while it destroys everything pro tips and handy hints to permanently deanimate undead lunar cultists say pop the horrible yellow screaming pustules exuding from the boss creature // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]