[color=92278f][i]"What are you stopping for, you uncivilized swine?"[/i][/color] the slightly abusive voice thundered [color=92278f][i]"Oh, I see what your dilemma is. This large wooden contraption is now barring us from entering the unholy abyss that is the Forbidden Section. But such a simple gizmo is unable to stop the great Icathul!"[/i][/color]
After a few moments of insane and incoherent cackling, Icathul managed to calm himself down. He cleared his inexistent throat [color=92278f][i]"Now, dim witted baboon, pay heed to my guide of instructioning before operating on this mechanism. If, per chance, you manage to obliterate our chances of infiltrating the paradise behind this ornamented portal, I will personally make sure that such a mistake never happens again."[/i][/color] he ominously preached. [color=92278f][i]"You shall hold your left hand- that's your [/i]right[i] hand, moronic troglodite. Yes. That one. Now you must hover it right above this wooden contraption's iron appendage. Now grasp it firmly... [b]FIRMLY!!![/b] Finally. Your grasping ability is as great as a dehydrated slug's culinary abilities.[/i][/color] Icathul inhaled before bellowing inside of the poor Jorde's mind. [color=92278f][i]"NOW TWIST THE HANDLE!"[/i][/color]

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Action: Open the door without getting lost by Icathul's imprecise guiding.