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Talk:Wessonian Museum (view source)
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Everyone backed away as he approached the body, expecting to see something miraculous. Instead, the man just turned around to face them and said, "Well hey, at least he went quickly, right? Hey, does anyone here have a cookie? I've been flying all night, and boy are my arms killing me. A cookie would sure hit the spot right about now."
Everyone backed away as he approached the body, expecting to see something miraculous. Instead, the man just turned around to face them and said, "Well hey, at least he went quickly, right? Hey, does anyone here have a cookie? I've been flying all night, and boy are my arms killing me. A cookie would sure hit the spot right about now."
You reach to press the button again when a Wessonian Museum security guard rushes your way, tripping over an ottoman in the process. He picks himself up, straightens his uniform and ushers you out, explaining that this room is not open to the general public. You really don't want to bear the brunt (or should that be brant) of a whack from his heavy-looking flashlight, so you should probably leg it. Pronto.
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Amazingly enough, you find yourself in a dark room void of pretty much everything except a case containing a staggering number of leather-bound books and what appears to be a control console.
A placard on the wall reads, "Wessonian Institute Scanning Project - The Encyclopedia Paradoxica - Status: In Progress"
You make your way to the console. You flip the switch labeled "ON" and a projector comes to life, illuminating a section of the wall in a white square. The only other control on the console is a button labelled "Random Page". You press the button and the following words appear on the wall:
So it was that, two years after he first began, St. Racine was in prison for 26 counts of alleged manslaughter and destruction of public property despite his claims that he had given the Groklinite as gifts to the children, who then burned down the orphanage in a fit of rage.
His troupe of helpers again gathered around the monument to collect all of the items that had been left by the mourners. As they were going around distributing the items to orphans they heard laughter coming from above them. They looked up to spot a large man wearing the traditional fuzzy red garb of an Agassian monk, followed by a flying donkey with a large sack on its back.
All of a sudden, the sack slipped off the donkeys back and fell on one of the men, crushing him to death instantly.
You reach to press the button again when a Wessonian Museum security guard rushes your way, tripping over an ottoman in the process. He picks himself up, straightens his uniform and ushers you out, explaining that this room is not open to the general public. You really don't want to bear the brunt (or should that be brant) of a whack from his heavy-looking flashlight, so you should probably leg it. Pronto.
You reach to press the button again when a Wessonian Museum security guard rushes your way, tripping over an ottoman in the process. He picks himself up, straightens his uniform and ushers you out, explaining that this room is not open to the general public. You really don't want to bear the brunt (or should that be brant) of a whack from his heavy-looking flashlight, so you should probably leg it. Pronto.