"That doesn't help!" Raiden whined. He peered over the ledge again, fighting off any looming dizziness. He could do this. He'd done worse... right?
With a deep breath he took the plunge, falling through the air and landed in the funnel. He flailed for a moment, until he was sure he wasn't about to fall any more. The funnel was pushing him towards an empty wall. Okay... if I put one here... He popped a portal, And another one here... and just like before he was able to manipulate the swirling blue vortexes halfway across the room.
AFTER A WHILE AND ACCIDENTALLY MIXING UP HIS ORANGE AND BLUES AND HAVING A FEW CLOSE CALLS/FALLS, HE MANAGED TO MAKE IT TO THE BUTTON. He was less worried about making a few mistakes/experiment when it came to repeating the process in order to funnel over the cube, better able to see what he was doing when he wasn't actually in the funnels. He seemed to be doing pretty good so far, but how long could he really keep this up?
The skittering little frankecube eventually found its way on the ceiling button, and as soon as the grates provided a path to the door, he was jogging over and wiping the sweat off his brow, eager to get out of this room.
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With a deep breath he took the plunge, falling through the air and landed in the funnel. He flailed for a moment, until he was sure he wasn't about to fall any more. The funnel was pushing him towards an empty wall. Okay... if I put one here... He popped a portal, And another one here... and just like before he was able to manipulate the swirling blue vortexes halfway across the room.
AFTER A WHILE AND ACCIDENTALLY MIXING UP HIS ORANGE AND BLUES AND HAVING A FEW CLOSE CALLS/FALLS, HE MANAGED TO MAKE IT TO THE BUTTON. He was less worried about making a few mistakes/experiment when it came to repeating the process in order to funnel over the cube, better able to see what he was doing when he wasn't actually in the funnels. He seemed to be doing pretty good so far, but how long could he really keep this up?
The skittering little frankecube eventually found its way on the ceiling button, and as soon as the grates provided a path to the door, he was jogging over and wiping the sweat off his brow, eager to get out of this room.
"How many more of these?"