Words of the Constant
It looks inviting.
Whatever it did, it's not doing it anymore.
Where are you going? Someplace interesting?
The socket is empty.
Those gems seem to power it... through entirely scientific means, I'm sure.
Hot mail!
Lightweight, sturdy, and snazzy!
Hopefully there aren't any bugs in it.
That looks really heavy.
It's oddly light.
No bones about it.
A soggy, sustaining, succulent suit.
It sticks to your back when you wear it.
Fearsome and gearsome.
That is a perfectly reasonable piece of clothing.
The best offense is a good defense.
I like a tight-knit bunch.
This armor doesn't leaf any room for improvement.
That'll put a thorn in your side.
Wearing that makes me feel safe and insecure.
Oh drat, there's a tear across the front!
I'm saddled with questions.
"Don't play with matches."
It says "Thataway".
The sign is currently blank.
"Don't play with matches."
It says "Thataway".
The sign is currently blank.
All that's left after the fire has done its job.
The eyebone was consumed by fire in the teleportation!
The flower was consumed by fire in the teleportation!
There's a perfectly scientific explanation for that.
A vegetable.
Smells like it tastes.
Science says it's good for me.
I guess we'll be eating asparagus for a while...
It's some seeds.
It's gaining power.
It needs time to recover. Me too.
The gateway is destabilizing.
The essential components are still intact.
Back in working order.
There is power emanating from it.
Something must power it.
A truly unsettling light.
I don't recognize any of these symbols.
It depicts an old civilization. The people look hungry and scared.
This tablet is too worn to make out.
Something dark creeps over the city and its people.
The people are shedding their skins. They look different underneath.