chameleon_Chester11= Chameleon
chameleon_Chester11_chameleon= Chameleon
chameleon_Chester11_chameleon_byoudied= Shock Treatment

CHESTER_CHAMELEON_HUB=
Oh hello!
This is my cave. It's small, but in an endearing way, right?
...
not everyone is prepared for this.
I take it "special somebody" is only here on vacation.
it wouldn't hurt anyone for you to use some "dark magic"
and make your way through here in a reasonable amount of time.
Just think of yourself as a "time traveling 3rd generation clone" of sorts.
and time travelers dig invincibility mode.
(dug)
CHESTER_CHAMELEON_BUBBLE=
I guess this is as good of a spot as I'm going to find today.
...
How do you think "super" jump boy feels about being stuck in time?
Can you imagine not being able to "Save and Quit" from your mistakes?
To have your own child metamorphosize into a pig...
and another Arcadio must suffer the same fate?! A cruel world.
and I've been bummed about the whole "elongated fruit massacre" too, perchance
I mean, it's not like I didn't have it coming.
or didn't not know it wasn't like I didn't have "it"
I suppose I would consider myself a Melquiadez, but maybe I'm a "fire ant?"
Races who grow pig's tails are doomed to 100 years of isolation.
end log
CHESTER_CHAMELEON_CITY=
Roses are red
_wetcolorgrade is blue
"geometry"dash crystal is green
small slightly weathered mahogany end table is maroon
what colour are your "toe gloves"?
I lost my "rockin' in my school shoes" toe gloves
I do miss them quite dearly.
Sometimes I talk to them,
they say they miss me too.
I think I'll get over it
everyone loses their shoes eventually
I guess, once they know too much
the interrogations don't "wet"(work) anymore
the door looks less like "baby bell cheese"? and more like "eye of japetus"
nothing like a tall glass of swiss piss at the end of the sidewalk
(where it ends)
end log
CHESTER_CHAMELEON_SUMMIT=
and as I was crawling through that tiny little opening, I couldn't help but notice.
The Thelonious "Spherical" Formation was quite enticing.
After all, every mountain climber dies before they go to mars,
and I was about to tell her, but is a beautiful geological sphere what I really want?
Maybe every opportunity isn't revealing of the big golden fruit.
and so Madeline leaves "like a tree" with nothing...
I wish it didn't have to be this way.
I wish I could play the (sit)ar.
"Well I wish I (didn't) have a million dollars."
The Well is a hole in Egypt
and nobody asked you
...
Madeline
I've never climbed Mount Celeste and I don't give a shit about mars.
The intergalactic empire is waaaay too sensitive these days.
end log
CHESTER_CHAMELEON_TEMPLE=
I've been Ponderous Pachyd(pond)erming
If "tyrannosaurus" oedipus rex looks in a freudian mirror
does he see the dinosaur,
or everyone else?
and what would he have to say about it?
I think he would be more scared than when looking somewhere else.
The reflection in the eyes of his(your?) mom
I would be.
more scared of the "Sigmund Metaphorical Food" that is.
Even though I'm secretly a stegosaurus wearing "my own?" skin.
end log
CHESTER_CHAMELEON_EXIT=
Truly, It's been fun!
I would say I miss it already, but can't this map just get to the "pointy object"?
Personally, the daunting "feather circle (smile)" was quite difficult.
Wait wait, before you leaf, let me say my lines.
ahem, today...
we find ourselves at the end of the travelers road
Many Madelines, separated at birth, will meet again
Collapsing possibilities, the fate of Humanity will be determined, and Madeline's "holy crusades" quest will be complete
The grotesque beating heart of the Universe lays open before you
Proceed onward to share in its glory
The tattered wings of a butterfly faces the count
and you will come to understand it all
...
Was that good?
I hope I didn't sound too overwrought.
CHESTER_CHAMELEON_ENDING_ONE=
[MADELINE left normal]
Don't you think it's interesting, the things we remember?
Some things have stuck with me from longer ago than I can remember, from a different time
and I'm left to wonder why I found that moment particularly important enough to preserve.
When I was too little to make decisions for myself, my parents enrolled me in private swimming lessons.
[MADELINE left distracted]
I always thought it was because they were afraid I could fall in a body of water during one of the more violent floods,
but I probably only thought this because it was a fear I held myself for a long time. Despite the swimming lessons.
Looking back, I think my mother never considered herself a good swimmer and only wanted better for me.
Regardless, I never enjoyed the lessons.
[MADELINE left normal]
The drive to get to the permanent lake was long and the algae always made me sneeze.
On one particularly windy day, I remember floating on my back, and being quite bothered when four geese flew over my head.
Maybe why I remember this so well is because I had no idea why I was upset, only that I didn't want Mom to know.
I think I might understand why now, but that's a story for another time.
[MADELINE left sad]
A few months later, I stopped taking lessons.
Not because I didn't like taking them, even though I didn't,
[MADELINE left upset]
but because the teacher was caught committing insurance fraud with her rare minerals collection.
[MADELINE left normal]
I really did feel a little bad for her, even though she spat whenever she talked.
I take pride in my own inability to swim.
CHESTER_CHAMELEON_ENDING_TWO=
[MADELINE left sad]
Tragically, my mother died when I was nineteen.
On the first day of the new year, I came home from work and she was just gone.
I waited a day to call the police and declare her a missing person
and well,
[MADELINE left sadder]
an old man found her body in a creek while walking his dog, two weeks later.
[MADELINE left sad]
It never bothered me that they never found out how she died, just that she had started learning piano only a month before.
She did, however, have the foresight to write a will including how she wanted to be cremated.
[MADELINE left distracted]
She wanted her ashes to be scattered in space.
It wasn't a very traditional funeral as you might expect for a woman like her.
The church was designed with the idea of being closer to nature, but it sort of came off as being incomplete.
The pews were lined up in a semicircle with clean, finished wood flooring.
The altar was situated between two trees, behind which stood the singular wall of a building supporting a large pipe organ.
When the organ played, the sound of rustling leaves almost covered it up completely, and it didn't echo.
Speaking at funerals always scared me because I typically don't have very profound things to day,
but I think I did well enough.
[MADELINE left sad]
Not well enough that I could remember what it was exactly I said, apparently.
I do remember feeling silently guilty, as if I was responsible for her death, even though I didn't think I was.
[MADELINE left distracted]
Maybe, in that moment, I wished I could have helped her feel more fulfilled.
I suppose I could have properly learned how to swim, although that shouldn't have mattered to her.
A silly thing to think about now.
CHESTER_CHAMELEON_ENDING_THREE=
[MADELINE left normal]
I decided to take a job welding on an industrial fishing boat.
It's not something I enjoyed much, but it paid the bills and I thought I was happy enough.
The vacation was good, but on long trips it was hard not to feel isolated from the rest of the world.
There were others there, hired for maintenance like me, but they were hard to talk to.
[MADELINE left upset]
It seemed as if they really did love the task of industrial fishing, because it's all they could talk about.
I never understood the appeal. I preferred to think about anything else than where I was, it made me sick,
and they all talked just a little too loud, as if they had damaged each other's hearing.
[MADELINE left distracted]
In those times, I preferred to have conversations with the few stars in the sky.
[MADELINE left normal]
They seemed to share a similar disdain for salt water and were willing to talk about anything I wanted.
[MADELINE left distracted]
I saw someone in the stars, but I don't think it was my mother, I think I saw myself.
The distanced scared me, but as I came to realise that I couldn't stand working on that boat,
It also made that distance feel smaller, like a route for escape.
[MADELINE left normal]
By the time I was about ready to quit, I could lose most of my sleep looking upwards at night.
I would lay down in between the tall crates to hide myself from the sound and the spray.
I never even got the chance to quit.
After a certain point, they were more or less forced to let me go.
CHESTER_CHAMELEON_ENDING_FOUR=
Look to the stars
CHESTER_CHAMELEON_ENDING_FIVE=
Even if they bring you harm
CHESTER_CHAMELEON_ENDING_SIX=
You are alive and living now
CHESTER_CHAMELEON_ENDING_SEVEN=
Now is the envy of all of the dead
SCRAPPED_DIALOG_CHESTER=
After I lost my job, I figured my best bet moving forward was to follow what had captivated me so much.
I ended up working for a government opperation that was investigating a signal coming from one of saturn's moons.
It's going to be a dangerous journey, but I still think I can come out the other end of this somehow.
I have at least asked myself this question.
Is any passion worth the threat of death?
It was all very top secret.
I had to be frozen for a few years to conserve supplies, but I truly felt like this was my purpose.
The careful planning, the weight on my shoulders, it all made me feel very important.
Only after I arrived on Japetus, did they tell me the specific details of the mission.
Maybe they were scared nobody would agree to something like this if they were upfront,
or that they would face some sort of backlash, but the truth is, even if I knew I wouldn't be returning,
I still would have come here.