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| − | ==Grizz Turner== | + | <blockquote style="padding: 0em 2em 0em 1em; margin: 1em 0em 1em 4em;border-left: 1px solid silver;"> |
| − | Hey there, shopper! / Got some rare finds!
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| − | :{{dialogue icon|who}} | + | --><div class="mb-2" style="line-height: 1.53846em;">test</div><!-- |
| − | :: | + | --><div style="padding-left: 1.6em; font-size: 0.9em; font-style:italic;">— In-game description</div> |
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| − | ==Dr. Orion Bloom==
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| − | Hey, space cadet!/Howdy!/Yoo-hoo!
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| − | :{{dialogue icon|who}} | |
| − | ::Name's Dr. Orion Bloom, the one and only space botanist!
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| − | ::A crash landing, some lost crew, and a whole low of alien plants later, here I am.
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| − | ::But hey, could be worse. Like being allergic to oxygen, right? | |
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| − | ::Well, apart from my radio being as useful as a chocolate teapot, I'm doin' alright.
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| − | ::It's not so bad here, got plenty of green friends to keep me company.
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| − | ::Oh, and my suit's recycling system? Top-notch. I've had the same cup of coffee six times!
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| − | :{{dialogue icon|what}}
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| − | ::I wish I could tell you more about this place, but I'm as lost as a black cat in a coal cellar.
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| − | ::We collided with something in space, next thing I know, I woke up in this strange land. It's all a bit fuzzy.
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| − | ::There are flora and fauna I've never seen before. It s{{sic|It's}} as if I've crash-landed on an unknown planet.
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| − | ::One moment in space, the next in this weird wilderness I'm as baffled as you are. | |
| − | :{{dialogue icon|help}} [[[Cosmic Coordinates Conundrum]]]
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| − | ::If you're offering, I've got a job for you.
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| − | ::Without these coordinates, my crew won't know where I am. It's like searching for a needle in a haystack.
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| − | ::I'm stranded here, with no way to navigate this alien landscape or reach out to my crew.
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| − | ::The isolation, the uncertainty, it's maddening. Every moment is a test of sanity.
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| − | ::My crew, they're not just colleagues - they're my friends. The thought of them lost and terrified... It's too much.
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| − | ::It feels like an eternity since the crash. Time and space have lost all meaning.
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| − | ::But hey, there's no rush right? Except each ticking second feels like a punch in the gut. | |
| − | ::So if you come across my crew, pass them my coordinates. It's a glimmer of hope in the abyss of despair.
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| − | ::{{dialogue icon|n}}
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| − | :::I understand. It's a lot to ask. I'll just... I'll just keep on waiting.
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| − | ::{{dialogue icon|do it}} [{{stat|experience|+400}}] | |
| − | :::Great! You're a real lifesaver. Or... a life-deliverer?
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| − | :::Remember, if you bump into an astronaut, give them these coordinates.
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| − | :{{dialogue icon|help}} [If accepted [[Cosmic Coordinates Conundrum]]]
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| − | ::Got all I need right here... Except for my crew, of course.
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| − | :{{dialogue icon|side quest incomplete}}
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| − | ::Any luck finding my crew?
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