Well the current goal of getting the server disc is not doing good. The disc and the car it was in has fallen off a huge cliff. I’d assume it’s destroyed, who knows what’s going on below those clouds.

Rose is no longer logged into Pesterchum. We can assume her laptop has run out of juice at the worst possible time.

But, gardenGnostic [GG] and turtechGodhand [TG] are currently chatting with John.

GG had reached out to John awhile back but she got interrupted by an explosion. Her present to John was also in the car. Not shockingly at this point GG explains the explosion was a meteor. Fortunately for GG the impact was far off from her. Someone she called ‘Bec’ kept her from exploring it. John explains everything GG’s confused but supportive.

TG is still rapping. I’m not an expert on rap music, but I can assume TG isn’t good at it. John suggests the TG use his copy of the game to somehow help Rose. TG says he’s lost his copy for embarrassing reasons but could potentially get his brother’s copy.

We pop back to Rose, she’s going to have to enact her earlier plan to get to the cat mausoleum and its generator. After equipping her laptop with a knitted cosy for protection of course. She also equips her knitting needles as a needlekind Strife STRIFE SPECIBUS .

Despite the need to hurry, Rose gives us an overview of some of the monsters in her book. They’re kind of generic off-brand Lovecraftian eldritch horrors. They do look a bit cute though I’m sure she’d hate to hear that. There’s also a page suggesting that monsters can be summoned by plugging a window into a power outlet.

After this distraction though Rose takes her items and heads out of the observatory. As she passes the weird terrace thing, getting rain soaked, she curses the rainy season. She mentions a zealous god is preparing for a Symphony it finds impossible to play. We didn’t get this album till quite some time later but it’s lovely. Only during this reread do I understand the title.

She also then give us a quote from Charles Barkley TS Elliot’ the wasteland

I’ll leave us in preparation for another parental confrontation. That is what the next page title suggests.