Shortly after Robert's wounds were quickly healed, we began moving again. Slowly this time, since there was a sense of an ambush in this clockwork tower. "So... what did you guys do before all of this?" I asked, curious to see who I was hanging out with and trying to see if they'd be similar to those in my roleplay. "You know, it would be nice to know each other before dying in this world."

As expected, we came across a door. In fact, the last door before the boss battle. Just how I described it... "Red, bolted, a fitting ornament over there..." This was all too familiar. Chances are, we could die against Carl, thanks to the way I described him. Then again, if we died, this would prove my earlier hypothesis. The walls at this point covered up more of the pipes and gears at this point, and was even quieter up here. No more gears grinding or steam hissing. It wasn't fully quiet, yet still ominous. Chance had given that a thought while I just stood there, dripping and thinking about the hell I'd put everyone soon... yet, if I were to say anything, I'd be blamed for all of this shit. "Well... anyone up for an epic boss battle?" I said rhetorically, facing everyone by turning around. "We'll get the plate alright, it's just the matter of whether we get it today or tomorrow."