Author Topic: silver legs, swinging free - steamy hot button pushing  (Read 11463 times)

I think the title is missing something

press button

also investigate that omnious looking door

Push button some more.

*clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick*

We will invent robot procrastination.
« Last Edit: August 26, 2013, 03:06:38 PM by blueblur121 »

Kill yourself.

I can't keep watching this robot CLICK HIS BUTTON.

OH GOD.

NO! BUTTON IS ALL!

OT: try to find a way out of that place. The robots that are being destroyed probably have some sort of malfunction. Yours in particular might have given you true intelligence instead of artificial intelligence.

The robots that are being destroyed

ah, that's what that nagging feeling was
you think you killed them all when you pressed the button
but it doesn't matter, it was your button that killed them so it's okay
the button could kill you and you just wouldn't care
at least the last thing you would hear would be the sound of it being pressed

press button

also investigate that omnious looking door

you give the button another tender, intimate press before approaching the door

it's tall, sort of a dark reddish-grey
almost the color of rust, it displays its age for all to see
worn caution marks decorate the top and bottom, their colors faded and edges worn

there's a small keypad to the right of the door

Rip the keyboard off the door and attach all the buttons to you

Rip the keyboard off the door and attach all the buttons to you
We will preform all possible functions of the buttons.

Rip the keyboard off the door and attach all the buttons to you

you will not betray your one true love
instead, you mash the buttons

after a couple of crackling beeps of denial, the door finally gives way with a tired groan
cool air rushes upon you, teasing the sensitive, delicate sensors in your body; brushing them lightly
before you stretches a dark corridor: cold, uninviting, and just as ominous as the door that held it back
gazing deeply into it imparts upon you a sense of dread, a feeling you just can't seem to shake

you want to back away, but there's nowhere else for you to go but the hall

Use the clicking of the button to calm you down, slow clicks

STOP BEING A WUSS AND GO THROUGH THE HALL.

The button gives you courage! Go and find out who is making all the robots ded and kick him in the button!

Oh god.
WHY.

Jump off into a pit of endlessness.

KICK HIM IN THE BUTTON! >:D

KICK HIM IN THE BUTTON! >:D
OUCH! MY BALLS! THAT HURT DUDE.

Unofficial thing.