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The third screenshot's typo has been spotted. It'll be gone in 1.1.

Screenshot 1: Phi the Farter's Introductory Scene

As you knock on the door, it opens. Visible plumes of green gas spill out and just about knock you off your feet; not from the force of the gas, but just from how noxious it is! Your eyes water as you hold both hands over your mouth and nose.

Three small figures, giggling and chattering, race out of the room. Upon closer inspection, they each appear to be a different species; a goblin, a possum, and a kobold. Each is wearing a huge canister on their back and a gas mask on their face. Yet strangely, the two aren't connected by any means.

They pause for a moment. The wide-hipped kobold shuffles toward you, offering you a spare mask and filter.

Wear it.

Don't wear it.

Screenshot 2: Help the Thompsons clean up a mess that was made in the introductory scene.

Feeling at least partially responsible for the mess of glass now on the floor behind the bar, you slide into action. One of your legs melts, a dark ichor spreading across all of the tiny shards. You retract and solidify the liquid at the same time, ensuring that it traps every single piece as you draw it back within yourself.

You now have a bunch of broken glass in your inventory.

By the time you reform, not a single piece of glass is to be seen. Thompson stares wide-eyed, jaw agape. The broom falls out of his hands, only to be caught by Future Thompson. Thon looks far more amused by comparison, even going so far as to spin around, reach over, and close the jaw of thon's younger self.

"Thank you," Future Thompson says. Younger Thompson repeats this sentiment with a little bow, then takes the broom back to go put it away.

Now you believe there is time to talk.

Flirt with the Thompsons.

You decide that the best way to the berry bird's heart is with a song of your own. You think for a moment of what you would like to seranade chir with, then clear your throat. Your beak opens.

"O sweet berry bird!

Blue as the sky,

humble as earth.

I seek to make merry!

To feel your joy,

to feel your mirth.

Treat me not as Wellkin,

but as fellow beast!

Humble of birth."

For a moment, you feel as if you have truly breathed. You had not yet known the joys of singing, but now you do.

The berry bird not only swoons with your song, but recognizes your revelation. Co gestures for you to come closer, holds you with cos talon. "You are right, you are right!" co chirps. "My apologies!"