The Journeyman Project 3: Legacy of Time

Arthur:
The good news is, I know why you don't know me. The bad news is, you were mindwiped.

Arthur:
Oh, this'll be more exciting than a pair of pants full of geckos!

Arthur:
Call me time-space happy, but I swear that looks like Dr. Elliot Sinclair, the scientist who invented time travel - the guy you put away for 10 - 20 at Vega Thalon! He could be Sinclair's distant cousin! And you know what that means - baldness *is* hereditary.

Arthur:
God, I wish I had a body!

[player, standing at the foot of a broken staircase, asks Arthur for help for the 3rd time]

Arthur:
Wait! Arthur the all-knowing is seeing a rope entwined in your future! I see a rope-ladder - much like the one in your inventory. I see you hooking the rope ladder onto the broken stair. I see you climbing up the ladder. I see - whoa. I see you have a tight-fitting jumpsuit.

Arthur:
Gage, help! We're trapped inside your screensaver!

Arthur:
So what's next? Bungee-jumping off the pyramids? Bull-leaping in Crete?

Arthur:
If we're going ballooning, I don't want to hang from this thing like some deranged Bond villain. So we could either attach the basket you found, or we could keep looking around and hope we find another basket with a CD player and leather interior.

Arthur:
Hang Around.

Arthur:
First the clouds are getting pierced, then tatyooed, then joining gringe bands and in the end it all leads to smoking.

Arthur:
A Cloud Piercer. The name sounds ominous but I have my own cloud piercer. It's called a 'smile.'

Arthur:
Great Shamy's ghost, that third eye on the wall looks like it's made of glass, no candyman. Almost as if it's a lens. Why Don't you take a peek, Cat. I can't stop talking like this.

Arthur:
That mural shows the lotus transforming into anothor form! Nuts! Fine! More work! Now watch Arthur as he transforms from simply annoyed to pretty bloody angry! I AM NOT SHOUTING!

Arthur:
Why yes, Gage, I like mushrooms; why do you ask?

[upon seeing the monastery after an avalanche]

Arthur:
Looks like the Grinch changed his mind about Whoville.

Arthur:
He's still asleep? What did he do, hit the snooze bar on his sundial?

Arthur:
This kid must have a degree in narcolepsy.

Arthur:
Ow! I think I landed on my car keys...

Arthur:
Gage... This is your colon. Eat more bran.

Arthur:
I'll bet we can use that talisman to make some sort of spark, or, or maybe a piece of the basket can be used for kindleing, or your shoes are made of Nitro-glycerine, or your helmet as a lighter, or we'll both SPONTANEOULSY COMBUST! HELP ME GAGE I'M LOSING IT!

Arthur:
Wait. If this is the artifact we're looking for shouldn't it be shaped like a pyramid? Shouldn't we have found it earlier? Shouldn't you have been taller or smarter, or just plain better? And dammit, Gage, shouldn't we be married by now? I mean people are starting to talk! Oh, yeah... sorry... right... Anyway the artifact is the wrong shape.

Arthur:
Hmm... Looks like each of the faces are unique, and with three pyramid shaped objects each with four faces, carry the one, there are exactly one thousand seven hundred twentyeight possible combinations! I assume there's at least one combination in there that will solve whatever test this is. Or this thing is unsolvable and we go absolutly druling mad trying. Let's keep turning these pieces to see if there is some kind of relationship that could help us.