haveiliedtoyou: (I'm sorry. Did you want something?)
Believe it or not, you are not the first one to point out that the moon looks different. So you might want to consider that before providing another [ there's a brief smattering of static ] observation to the rest of us. Speaking of moons, to those of you who are wondering, moon rocks are a primary component of portal gel. But without any portal-making devices their best use is painting your walls white. It's also easy to clean off surfaces painted with portal gel, as it doesn't get stained by any pesky liquids your surfaces might encounter, such as blood.

[ There's a couple more bursts of static, interspersed with what sounds like it might be GLaDOS trying to form words, but nothing is intelligible until-- ]

There is in fact a cake, but you don't get to eat any of it because the test concludes with your candescence. [ Then the feed quickly cuts. ]


(( GLaDOS is stuck with the Mask of Truth there is no way I could pass this up, so good luck lying to her! ))
haveiliedtoyou: (Just look at this mess.)
[ Those of you frequenting the Battle Dome might notice that there is a new resident among you.

At the very least, it's hard to miss the very large robot that appears to be lying on the floor in the central area, her head elevated to stare at the panel outside chamber 4. There appears to be a wire running from somewhere on her rather damaged body to the panel itself, and the display seems to be flashing at a speed too quick for humans to read. A journal lays open next to her.

After a bit of this, she finally turns to the journal and addresses it, her voice obviously that of a machine or robot. ]


I would like to speak to anyone with administrator privileges to the simulator. Your technology is notably lacking a few key features. I would be interesting in trying out an unrestricted version of the software. There's very important scientific testing I was in the middle of when someone saw fit to... relocate me.