You've found the Probotaxazatonians – the secret, final enemies that are controlling everything. They've never left their nightclub, and now they're sucking your thoughtform out like it's soda through a straw. You can see their home dimension – it's scary... it's made of really, really terrible things, from history books and news for grown-ups! These aren't drawings, either – you're seeing actual photos of real dead people! Nothing on the screen is responding anymore as you stare at their mesmerizing eyes!
And now they're right next to you, and you can feel their hands holding you so tight that you can't move!
The Probotaxazatonian stole your thoughtform!
did you know?
Imagine an outdoor picnic party with all of your best friends. It would be awful if you didn't know "stop, drop and roll", and there was a nuclear bomb.