conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Gorgondantess: You stroll through the streets of Stobyl, as the smokestacks spew garbage into the air, constructs and treants walk hand in hand, and forests intermingle with industrial areas. It's one big patchwork maze, going on and on and on; mostly urban, all occupied. You've never left this city. You were born here, and you will die here, and you don't care- it's large enough that you'll never even need give a thought to the outside world, if it even exists.
  You see a grubby old man, huddling a bottle at the transition from a line of factories endlessly spewing out constructs that make more constructs to a metal forest, all bladed trees and copper grass. Night falls as you lose your way in the labyrinth of surreal plantlife, and you realize you are hopelessly lost.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: UserClone: The old robot clanks to a stop, a jet of steam pooping out of a loose joint in his right shoulder with a sudden, loud hiss.
  
   WAIT A MOMENT...PRESENT WHEREABOUTS UNKNOWN. DESTINATION UNKOWN. TARNATION, WHERE THE HELL'D WE END UP, YOU WORTHLESS BAGS OF ORGANIC MATERIAL?! 
  
  A small panel in AARON's arm slides open, revealing a tiny arm holding a screwdriver, which promptly tightens the loose joint and then retracts, the panel sliding seamlessly back into place.
  
  The construct spits a small wad of oil onto the ground, rubbing his chin with a sound of metal grinding on metal. As his hand drops back to his side, a tiny panel opens in the side of his neck, and three minuscule robots come zooming out and quickly buff the scratches out of his chin, disappearing back under the panel once their work is done.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: seventhearl: Sighs to himself
   "Nice trick with the robots but how did we manage to get lost, you're a robot who should have some sort of map built in and I'm a super intelligent wizard. We should probally ask for directions." 
  
  (makes a Discernment check on the OOC thread to see if he can see anybody to ask)
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Gorgondantess: Giraffe man: 1 success
  Flwipig: 1 GM success
  Your sensors whirr as they find that the metal trees ahead are made of deadly-sharp microfilaments, enough that the slightest touch would result in lacerations, even to AARON's steel skin.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Gorgondantess: The mushroom map finds a worn map hanging on one of the trees. It is titled "The Steel Forest", and shows a labyrinthine complex of trees. Near the center it shows and x and "you are here". It is complex, but should prove to help you escape.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: giraffe man: Hey guys, I found a map. 
  
  Shows map to everyone.