Editing Setting:InfiniCon/Lore (section)

==Oracle==
''Anonymous''

You and your team make your way through the dank dark tunnels.

The waitress costume you wear to blend with the natives luckily free enough to allow you unimpeded movement.

Erica seems unbothered by the chainmail bikini she has on. The foam and wood axe in her hands gleam in the dim light of your LED lamps.

You look behind you and see Jun in his spacesuit struggling with the clamps on the helmet.

"You okay there man?"

"Yeah. I just need more circulation through this thing."


The tunnel ends in a huge cavern. Old posters are plastered on its walls. 

Fading yellowed throwbacks to days gone-by.

In the middle of the room is a huge construct of countless computers.

Screens and monitors are tied to scaffolding haphazardly.

Wires snake along the floor and up into the ceiling.

"WHO DARES DISTURB THE ORACLE?"

A squeaky voice asks you from behind the rotting leather chair facing away from you.

NarutoGal341, your guide, steps forward.

"We are but simple travelers in search of information. We offer Cheetos and Twinkies in tribute."

She sets down the bag she was carrying.

"AND WHAT ABOUT THE DRINKS? YOU DARE OFFER TRIBUTE WITH NO FITTING DRINK?"

"We... We lost the bottles to an attack by some of the footclan. We apologize for coming unprepared."

The figure keeps quiet in his seat, you can see yourselves displayed in one of the monitors nearest to him.

"IN PLACE OF DRINKS I WILL ACCEPT A KISS FROM THAT ONE."

you think he means Erica.

"NO. SHE IS NOT PART OF THE TRADE!" you roar.

"Not her, silly boy. I MEANT YOU." he says as he turns his seat around