Drew sat on the alchemeter thinking about all the theories he had devised for this whole universe, and technically due to Einsteins theory of relativity, other dimensions were possible. Unfortunately none of this added up what so ever, even with all of the theories developed over the course of history.
This is so idiotic.
Nothing connects at all.
he looked at his phone and thought about who he could discuss this with, but nobody stuck out to him as of that moment. The science would have to wait wouldn't it.
You suddenly realize you didn't follow their instructions that well.
"Um! I had to improvise with my weapon, as the creatures 'despawned' before I had a chance to get their arm. But I used a three prong plug-in instead, so I hope that's fine?"
You question, then mumble to yourself:
"And.. What rung was I..?"
You remember, or at least try to remember one of the levels you saw.
You throw down a sweet ladder into Ryu's room so that there's a way he could get up into the newly-made room. You would've made stairs, but it looked like they costed more of those gusher-looking things you can't seem to eat. Still kind of a bummer.
You continue on with your building project, creating one floor after another in the same manner, till you encountered the glowy-symbol thing in the sky. You weren't sure what it was, but you didn't want to mess with it. You're pretty sure that messing with it would be a bad thing.
==> Drey: Take a break.
Phew! that was a lot of hard work. You built like a dozen floors in like fifteen minutes, you deserve a beverage to refresh yourself.
You grab a MINI CAN OF PEPSI and start chugging away at it. You let out a loud belch that echoed through your home. If you had to rate it, you'd say it was a eight out of ten.
==> Gingersprite: Converse.
Finished slaughtering the third impvasion in the past hour, you go check up on Drey.
Gingersprite: So I see your conversation went well.
Drey: Oh hey, Gingersprite, what's up?
Gingersprite: First off, I find that name highly offensive.
Drey: Huh?
Gingersprite: Do you go around naming your friends by their races?
Drey: Well no...
Gingersprite: Secondly, "what's up" is all the grist that's occupying our household.
Drey: Grist?
Gingersprite: The things you refer to as gushers.
Drey: Oh, those yummy-looking things that pop out of those baddies.
Gingersprite: You need to start collecting it.
Drey: Aiight.
Gingersprite: Thirdly...
Drey: Hm?
Gingersprite: ...Nevermind, I guess it isn't really important to talk about it right now, just focus on grabbing the grist.
Drey: Oh...Well, alright then, guess I'll just get on that...
You walk out of your room and right into a living room full of grist. Dear lord, it's like someone spilled an entire truck of fruit gushers straight in here. The condition of this room reminds you of the condition of your bedroom, messy and requires cleaning. Meh, might as well start with the living room.
You go bouncing around, left and right, collecting every bit of grist you see occupying your living quarters.
==>
*A large creature slinks its way through Drey's front door, sliding its tail across the ground.*