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Thom is falling. The cliff was too slippery for him to find a grip, and now he is falling. The ground is very far down, he would be falling for at least a minute until he hit the ground. Thom did not give up, he tried a plan of action. His sprite was stuck on his neck, a bowtie, but he remembers seeing that a sprite could, in theory, catch an object, or move around things. If he got this bowtie off his neck it might turn into a typical sprite and be able to help him. His fingers tried to take off the tie, but it seemed to be pretty stuck. The knot was unmoving. The ground came at him faster, and faster, and faster, but the tie did not come off. He then, in a careless gesture, pulled on the tie with a bad grip, his hand flung back, sliding against the collar of his shirt with strong force. He suddenly felt sharp pain in his hand; he reached back to the spot and found a little clip. The stupid sprite was a clip-on from the start! Undoing the clips on both sides, he then threw the tie down on the ground. When the tie hit, it turned into a large tank, with a bowtie on it. Thom did not consider it to be very original, but he had to let it do its thing. The tank then opened the hatch on the roof; he fell into it, landing on a very thick plush cushion. He let out a halfhearted cheer, happy to be alive, and blacked out.
Thom woke shortly after; he blinked his eyes a moment, but found something strange. He was not in the tank; he was in a strange room. It was decorated just as his own, a few posters on the walls, several paintings, various stuff laying around, the desk where his computer used to sit, where, for some reason, a computer was still there. He then noticed there was a window in the wall, running over to it he found himself in an entirely different world. He was in a large kingdom; everything was made of an unusual purple stone. His room was in a large tower, made of the same purple stone, and across from his was another tower. Thom climbed onto the windowsill to get a better look at his surroundings. He then lost his balance and fell out the window. He let out a quick scream, until he noticed that he was not falling. He was flying. He flew around the tower, and then around the kingdom itself. He wasn’t even on the main part of the kingdom, he found, he was on the moon of a strange planet, linked to it with a large chain. Thom returned to the building that he woke up in, somewhat tired from all of that flying around. He went into his bed and went to sleep yet again.
He woke up back in the tank. It was very dark; a small red bulb on the ceiling was the only visible source of light. Looking around, he found a control panel. Looking through a small porthole on the front, he navigated through the bottom of the ravine, the front lights guiding his path. Turning on his headset he quickly got a message on pesterchum.
-- PhsycologicalTechnitian [DT] has begun pestering DistinguishedPhysics [DP] --
PT: Hi ThΩm, hΩw is yΩur ΨΩrld trΣΔting yΩu?
DP: -| => Hi there Carmen, I’m doing quite fine, to be honest, if you forget that I just fell off a cliff!!!! <= |-
PT: ThΔt’s crΔzy! I hopΣ yΩu’rΣ ΩkΔy! ΔnywΔys, hΣrΣ’s thΣ deΔl.
PT: I gΩt thΣ SBURB BΣtΔ Disc, Δnd Δm helping SΔrΔh ΣntΣr hΣr ΨΩrld.
DP: -| => Good, also I think the timer isn’t actually bound to the asteroid, but is merely a warning, to say “hurry up, there’s an asteroid!” just a theory, but you should hurry! <= |-
PT: GΩΩd, gΩΩd! I shΩuld gΣt bΔck tΩ SBURB, SΔrΔh cΔn’t sΔvΣ hΣrsΣlf, ΣspΣciΔlly sincΣ shΣ dΩesn’t knoΨ ΨhΔt shΣ’s dΩing, Δnd I’ll gΣt bΔck tΩ yΩu in Δ bit Ωnce I cΔn finish hΣlping SΔrΔh gt in. AftΣr thΔt I’ll nΣΣd yΩu tΩ be my sΣrvΣr plΔyΣr! : D
DP: -| => Sounds like a plan! Now if I can just find a way out of this ravine… Hold on, had an idea, Josh can build a big ramp to the top for me to drive out of! <= |-
PT: Drive out of? Since when did you have a car!
DP: --| => It’s not a car… <= |-
PT: ThΣn ΨhΔt cΩuld it bΣ????
DP: -| => It maybe, possibly, kinda, probabally is a world war two era British tank. <= |-
PT: ThΔt is cruΣl, thΔt is sΩ mΣΔn. YΩu knΩΨ I lΩvΣ thosΣ things Δnd noΨ yΩu mΩck mΣ Δbout it, sΔying yΩu hΔvΣ Δ ΨΩrld ΨΔr twΩ ΣrΔ tΔnk in ΨΩRKING CΩNDITIΩN!
DP: -| => I actually do, my sprite had a bowtie and a model tank thrown into it, and this is what it made. It’s quite convenient; it turns into a bowtie when I go indoors. <= |-
PT: SomehΩw I beliΣvΣ yΩu, surprisingly. ΔnywΔys, I shΩuld gΣt gΩing, lΩts tΩ dΩ!
-- PsycologicalTechnitian [PT] has ceased pestering DistinguishedPhysics [DP] --
With a deep sigh, Thom went back to addressing his current situation. He was trapped in a ravine with no way out unless Josh could help. Although Grist DID look like fruit gushers, he doubted that they are tasty. They likely aren’t edible anyways. He tried to get a hold of Josh through pesterchum but he wouldn’t respond. Looking up he saw the strange grey planet, and moon, it looked just like the purple planet he found earlier, a name then appeared in his head, derse. The strange dark kingdom was derse! And the grey one, that was Ballan! He looked around and realized that the words did not just appear in his head, the intercom on the tank said them! The voice from the intercom stayed quiet, and it appeared it had no more to say. Thom pulled himself out of the tank, standing in the turret seat. The gun mounted on the top appeared to be in working condition, he swiveled the turret and pushed down on the buttons to fire. The resulting gunfire was deafening, even after it stopped Thom’s ears kept ringing. Knowing the gun works, he hopped back down inside. Stopping at the main controls he found the things required to control the main cannon. Aiming it into the sky at the planet, he pushed the button to chamber a round. After waiting for it to finish, he took the shot. The projectile flew into the air, and fell back down, landing far away with a distant explosion. Satisfied that his sprite was in working condition, he worked his way outside, and jumped down on the ground. The light rain felt nice, since it was getting very hot inside after all that driving. The planet above him moved slowly, until it began to eclipse with skaia, suddenly the world began to dim, Thom jumped into the sprite at just the right time, as it became so dark that if he was outside a moment longer he may not have found his way back inside again. Thom closed the hatch and sat down, thinking to himself for several minutes. Then he heard a loud banging from outside the tank, followed by several vibrations. He was under attack.

Description
Thom is falling. The cliff was too slippery for him to find a grip, and now he is falling. The ground is very far down, he would be falling for at least a minute until he hit the ground. Thom did not give up, he tried a plan of action. His sprite was stuck on his neck, a bowtie, but he remembers seeing that a sprite could, in theory, catch an object, or move around things. If he got this bowtie off his neck it might turn into a typical sprite and be able to help him. His fingers tried to take off the tie, but it seemed to be pretty stuck. The knot was unmoving. The ground came at him faster, and faster, and faster, but the tie did not come off. He then, in a careless gesture, pulled on the tie with a bad grip, his hand flung back, sliding against the collar of his shirt with strong force. He suddenly felt sharp pain in his hand; he reached back to the spot and found a little clip. The stupid sprite was a clip-on from the start! Undoing the clips on both sides, he then threw the tie down on the ground. When the tie hit, it turned into a large tank, with a bowtie on it. Thom did not consider it to be very original, but he had to let it do its thing. The tank then opened the hatch on the roof; he fell into it, landing on a very thick plush cushion. He let out a halfhearted cheer, happy to be alive, and blacked out.
Thom woke shortly after; he blinked his eyes a moment, but found something strange. He was not in the tank; he was in a strange room. It was decorated just as his own, a few posters on the walls, several paintings, various stuff laying around, the desk where his computer used to sit, where, for some reason, a computer was still there. He then noticed there was a window in the wall, running over to it he found himself in an entirely different world. He was in a large kingdom; everything was made of an unusual purple stone. His room was in a large tower, made of the same purple stone, and across from his was another tower. Thom climbed onto the windowsill to get a better look at his surroundings. He then lost his balance and fell out the window. He let out a quick scream, until he noticed that he was not falling. He was flying. He flew around the tower, and then around the kingdom itself. He wasn’t even on the main part of the kingdom, he found, he was on the moon of a strange planet, linked to it with a large chain. Thom returned to the building that he woke up in, somewhat tired from all of that flying around. He went into his bed and went to sleep yet again.
He woke up back in the tank. It was very dark; a small red bulb on the ceiling was the only visible source of light. Looking around, he found a control panel. Looking through a small porthole on the front, he navigated through the bottom of the ravine, the front lights guiding his path. Turning on his headset he quickly got a message on pesterchum.
-- PhsycologicalTechnitian [DT] has begun pestering DistinguishedPhysics [DP] --
PT: Hi ThΩm, hΩw is yΩur ΨΩrld trΣΔting yΩu?
DP: -| => Hi there Carmen, I’m doing quite fine, to be honest, if you forget that I just fell off a cliff!!!! <= |-
PT: ThΔt’s crΔzy! I hopΣ yΩu’rΣ ΩkΔy! ΔnywΔys, hΣrΣ’s thΣ deΔl.
PT: I gΩt thΣ SBURB BΣtΔ Disc, Δnd Δm helping SΔrΔh ΣntΣr hΣr ΨΩrld.
DP: -| => Good, also I think the timer isn’t actually bound to the asteroid, but is merely a warning, to say “hurry up, there’s an asteroid!” just a theory, but you should hurry! <= |-
PT: GΩΩd, gΩΩd! I shΩuld gΣt bΔck tΩ SBURB, SΔrΔh cΔn’t sΔvΣ hΣrsΣlf, ΣspΣciΔlly sincΣ shΣ dΩesn’t knoΨ ΨhΔt shΣ’s dΩing, Δnd I’ll gΣt bΔck tΩ yΩu in Δ bit Ωnce I cΔn finish hΣlping SΔrΔh gt in. AftΣr thΔt I’ll nΣΣd yΩu tΩ be my sΣrvΣr plΔyΣr! : D
DP: -| => Sounds like a plan! Now if I can just find a way out of this ravine… Hold on, had an idea, Josh can build a big ramp to the top for me to drive out of! <= |-
PT: Drive out of? Since when did you have a car!
DP: --| => It’s not a car… <= |-
PT: ThΣn ΨhΔt cΩuld it bΣ????
DP: -| => It maybe, possibly, kinda, probabally is a world war two era British tank. <= |-
PT: ThΔt is cruΣl, thΔt is sΩ mΣΔn. YΩu knΩΨ I lΩvΣ thosΣ things Δnd noΨ yΩu mΩck mΣ Δbout it, sΔying yΩu hΔvΣ Δ ΨΩrld ΨΔr twΩ ΣrΔ tΔnk in ΨΩRKING CΩNDITIΩN!
DP: -| => I actually do, my sprite had a bowtie and a model tank thrown into it, and this is what it made. It’s quite convenient; it turns into a bowtie when I go indoors. <= |-
PT: SomehΩw I beliΣvΣ yΩu, surprisingly. ΔnywΔys, I shΩuld gΣt gΩing, lΩts tΩ dΩ!
-- PsycologicalTechnitian [PT] has ceased pestering DistinguishedPhysics [DP] --
With a deep sigh, Thom went back to addressing his current situation. He was trapped in a ravine with no way out unless Josh could help. Although Grist DID look like fruit gushers, he doubted that they are tasty. They likely aren’t edible anyways. He tried to get a hold of Josh through pesterchum but he wouldn’t respond. Looking up he saw the strange grey planet, and moon, it looked just like the purple planet he found earlier, a name then appeared in his head, derse. The strange dark kingdom was derse! And the grey one, that was Ballan! He looked around and realized that the words did not just appear in his head, the intercom on the tank said them! The voice from the intercom stayed quiet, and it appeared it had no more to say. Thom pulled himself out of the tank, standing in the turret seat. The gun mounted on the top appeared to be in working condition, he swiveled the turret and pushed down on the buttons to fire. The resulting gunfire was deafening, even after it stopped Thom’s ears kept ringing. Knowing the gun works, he hopped back down inside. Stopping at the main controls he found the things required to control the main cannon. Aiming it into the sky at the planet, he pushed the button to chamber a round. After waiting for it to finish, he took the shot. The projectile flew into the air, and fell back down, landing far away with a distant explosion. Satisfied that his sprite was in working condition, he worked his way outside, and jumped down on the ground. The light rain felt nice, since it was getting very hot inside after all that driving. The planet above him moved slowly, until it began to eclipse with skaia, suddenly the world began to dim, Thom jumped into the sprite at just the right time, as it became so dark that if he was outside a moment longer he may not have found his way back inside again. Thom closed the hatch and sat down, thinking to himself for several minutes. Then he heard a loud banging from outside the tank, followed by several vibrations. He was under attack.