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Survivor

Divining Rod

Wilson P. Higgsbury

The signal is very faint.

Wilson P. Higgsbury

It's some kind of homing device.

Wilson P. Higgsbury

This thing's going crazy!

Wilson P. Higgsbury

I'm headed in the right direction.

Wilson P. Higgsbury

I must be getting pretty close.

I've tuned in to a low frequency signal!

Ha! Haha! It's my PR-76!

Hoohooo! I'm close. I'm very close!

The oscillations are getting louder!

Something is giving off radio waves. Something close!

This rod isn't doing all that much.

What a silly looking device.

This rod is going crazy!

I think the rod is trying to tell me something!

Woah, the rod is really going now.

Barely transmitting a hum.

A sophisticated bit of equipment.

It's around here somewhere!

The quarry is near!

I'm quite close!

Hmm, keep looking.

A finely tuned radar stick.

I can almost smell it!

I've caught onto something!

Warmer, warmer...!

All is quiet.

A mechanical hunting hound. For the hunt.

Sound the horns! We've arrived!

We've got the scent!

The hound is excited. We're getting closer.

Mostly just background noise.

I can use this to find my missing parts.

It must be right under my nose!

This is the right direction.

I should keep my eyes peeled.

Nothing nearby.

Lead and I shall follow.

We are close!

Going the right way.

Something must be near.

The source is distant.

It is forever seeking its lost half.

Something wicked is here!

The wickedness draws closer.

It is very close now.

Mayday! Mayday! I'm losing the signal!

Testing... one, two, three.

Better find what's making this thing sing before it oscillates my ears off.

I prefer music with a faster tempo.

The tempo is a little better but I bet it could get faster still.