That'll Get Infected

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That'll Get Infected
Storyline Quest

Quest giver: Lucious Aldin
Station: Charing Cross Station
Previous quest: Arms & Answers
Next quest: Hold Fast

Rewards
Experience: 1560
Palladium: 210
Standing: none
Other: none

Objectives
Speak with Lucious Aldin at Green Park Station


This Storyline Quest has multiple parts.
The previous quest in the sequence was: Arms & Answers
The next quest in the sequence is: Hold Fast


Objectives

Rewards

  • Experience: 1560
  • Palladium: 210

Dialog

Lucious Aldin: All right! I'm ready!
Lucious Aldin: Let's do this thing!
Lucious Aldin: Let's light this candle!
Lucious Aldin: Come on now, whip open your inventory and activate this Oracle, <playername>!
Lucious Aldin: Let's see what this puppy can do.
Lucious Aldin: If it doesn't perform, we can always eat it.
Lucious Aldin: It's going to be so good with a little Hollandaise.
Lucious Aldin: Techsmith 314! Make us the ritual sauce immediately!

Lucious Aldin: Yes! Except for the bit about the vice-grip on 314's face, it worked perfectly!
Techsmith 314: This is totally going to get infected, sir.
Lucious Aldin: And how! But before the Oracle's Soul Nullifiers snake into your spinal column to work their wicked magic, we'll need to get the bastard well and truly activated.
Techsmith 314: Lovely, sir. Just lovely.
Techsmith 314: Tell me, does that process involve smashing my knees or maybe poking the old crotch with something sharp?
Lucious Aldin: Of course not! We just need to submerge you in the Cauldron of Eternal Happiness.
Techsmith 314: Oh! Grand... You'll forgive me if I remain skeptical, sir.
Techsmith 314: Coming from you that sounds like another name for 'spike hole.'
Lucious Aldin: Of course not, Silly Boy With Monkey-like Demon Attached To Face.
Lucious Aldin: Trust your master!
Lucious Aldin: Lucious fails no one he doesn't inadvertently kill.
Techsmith 314: Come again?
Lucious Aldin: We'll ferry you to the cauldron, dunk you right quick, trigger the Oracle to release it's tremendous vault of knowledge, and be home in time for supper.
Lucious Aldin: Then all the wisdom of Demonkind will spill forth, or out, or in, or somewhere.
Lucious Aldin: It should be quite spectacular.
Lucious Aldin: There is a problem, though...
Lucious Aldin: The cauldron is housed withn the mysterious realm of Chocolate Park and is guarded by the ever vigilant Wall of Frosting.
Lucious Aldin: Well then! Shall we be off?

Lucious Aldin: Here we are then.
Techsmith 314: Excuse me, sir, but I thought you said it was a Cauldron of Eternal Happiness? This is a bloody large pit of fire.
Lucious Aldin: What? No, it's not. Maybe you're thinking of something else, eh?
Lucious Aldin: This is clearly the Caudron of Eternal Happiness. I'm quite sure.
Techsmith 314: First, it's the only thing in the area.
Techsmith 314: Second, I'm pretty sure it's a bloody large pit of fire given that it's quite clearly pit-like and contains an astonishing amount of flame!
Lucious Aldin: Right then... Be a good chap and use your head to see what's at the bottom.
Techsmith 314: Oh my! Thank you sir! I cherish the opportunity.
Techsmith 314: Alas, I just reluctantly decline.
Techsmith 314: Really, me and the old shrieking demon monkey are getting along rather well these days, sir.
Techsmith 314: I honestly don't even feel him raping my face with evil anymore.
Techsmith 314: The relationship has become quite symbiotic, I assure you.
Techsmith 314: Best I've ever had, actually!
Lucious Aldin: It'll be even better when you dunk your head into these waves of searing happiness!
Lucious Aldin: That'll trigger the cascade of scorching knowledge.
Lucious Aldin: The merger between you two will then complete, at which point The Oracle should fuse to your brain.
Lucious Aldin: Don't be afraid, it's simple math. Block of cheese plus tortillas plus heat equals melted goodness and the key to discovering Truth.
Lucious Aldin: Substitute your brain and The Oracle where appropriate.
Techsmith 314: Right. I'm going to go ahead and run for my life now.
Techsmith 314: I'll see you all in a bit, okay?
Lucious Aldin: Ooo-ee! This is just like when we play "Musical Banana" back at Charing Cross!
Lucious Aldin: After him, <playername>!

Techsmith 314: Okay... you got me. Happy? I sure am!
Techsmith 314: I won't struggle, <playername>.
Techsmith 314: I'll follow you back with my tail between my legs and the stupid face-raping demon firmly affixed to my head.
Techsmith 314: At this point I'm actually looking forward to being horribly burned alive.
Techsmith 314: It's going to be a good change of pace, I think.

Lucious Aldin: You got him! Swell! Now let's tip him over and get cooking.
Lucious Aldin: Literally speaking, of course.
Techsmith 314: Don't you mean figuratively speaking!?!
Techsmith 314: He means figuratively, right, <playername>?
Lucious Aldin: Sure, sure. Whatever you say, love.
Lucious Aldin: Oops! In you go!
Techsmith 314: Yyyaaahhh! It burns significantly more than you might think! Yyyaaahhh!
Lucious Aldin: He's taking this rather well.
Techsmith 314: Oh god! It feels like the surface of the sun is being smashed into my eyes!
Lucious Aldin: Sounds about right...
Lucious Aldin: Well, there we are! All done.
Lucious Aldin: How do you feel, 314?
Techsmith 314: I AM THE CORRUPTER OF THE COSMOS. I HAVE BURNED BILLIONS OF SOULS. I SHALL DEVOUR-
Lucious Aldin: Back to your old self then. Good, good.
Lucious Aldin: Now we'll just head over to comfy Charing Cross Station and let nature take its course.
Lucious Aldin: Say, are you hungry, 314?
Techsmith 314: YES.
Lucious Aldin: How does Indian sound?
Techsmith 314: THE OBLITERATOR OF WORLDS AND SAVAGER OF YOUTHS DOES NOT EAT INDIAN.
Lucious Aldin: Perhaps a kebab or something Mexican then?

Lucious Aldin: 314 is coming along just fine! Don't you worry about him, <playername>.
Lucious Aldin: Soon his brain will be positively overflowing with informative goodness.
Lucious Aldin: Just you keep checking back to see.
Techsmith 314: Yes, I really am feeling like - RAPING THE SOULS OF WORLDS INTO ASH WITH SWORDS OF MALEVOLENT HATRED THAT SPREAD DECAYING FLESH IN ARCS OF - Gyack!
Techsmith 314: Um, sorry about that. Seems to happen a lot these days.
Techsmith 314: Lucious says it'll clear up soon.
Lucious Aldin: Or it'll kill you.
Techsmith 314: Yes. Or it'll kill me. Thank you, Lucious.
Techsmith 314: Really, I'm looking forward to one or the other, <playername>.
Techsmith 314: I just think - CHILDREN SHALL BE CLEAVED AND RIVEN IN THE WAK OF ETERNAL PLUMES OF MISERY THAT BLANKET THE LAND WITH THE BLOOD OF LIFE BEFOULED BY THE SIN OF BIRTH AND THE RAPE OF WORLDS - Yarck!
Techsmith 314: Oh dear. I think I need to lie down.
Lucious Aldin: Yes, Yes! Upside down! That'll get the evil juices flowing the right way.
Lucious Aldin: This'll take some time, <playername>.
Lucious Aldin: You might want to check with Arphaun. He'll have work lined up for you.
Lucious Aldin: Come back and look in on 314, though.
Lucious Aldin: You never know when the knowledge is going to pop.
Techsmith 314: Oh my... I think I need to use the privy -OF DESECRATION!