>If we're not in the desert, open our eyes such that the world loses its disguise. See the unseen, and uncover the reality of this space.
> Your eyes are already open. This doesn't stop you, though. It reminds you of that one song, actually. "
Open your eyes, I see; your eyes are open. Come into the night, with me; come out into the open." Images of rainbows and unicorns flood your mind and you get the inexplicable urge to don a tophat and monocle.
> This doesn't help you uncover the reality of this space at all. You're confused.
> "I'm Evil, This is normal"
> You convince yourself that you're evil and everything happening is completely normal.
>ask the crystal...
> You launch a series of questions at the crystal, arguing at length and doing your best to make it understand your need for information, marriage and whether Pacman could be a town PR.
> The crystal responds with silence. You suspect this may be due to the fact that crystals don't have mouths and, as such, cannot really communicate. You try again by establishing a psychic link, but you don't progress much with that. As far as you understand, if the crystal has a language, you do not speak it.
>Since we're scum and we've turned the crystal evil, hyperbus the crystal and try to convince the voices in your head to lynch it.
>Use our magical powers to become the Towniest Town to ever Town.
> A section in your mind breaks off from the rest of you and engages in fantasy activities. One figment of your imagination tries to tell you to lynch the hell out of the crystal. What do you do?
> You attempt to use your magical powers to become the Towniest Town to ever Town. The magic power permeates you whole, it touches your
essence and you feel born anew.
> The mirror reflection shows that you now look like a bonafide mobster. Complete with scar.
> Eat the crystal again.
> You refuse to eat the crystal again. You solemnly swear it on your booze.
>_