Concluded a busy nano-day.

Saved and quarantined the Liver.

Saved and quarantined the Stomach.

Saved and quarantined the Heart.

Saved and quarantined the Kidneys.

Saved and quarantined the Lungs.

Became like an arachnid.

Eliminated the Fatster.

Eliminated the Wyrm.

Eliminated the Boss.

Eliminated the Cerberus.

Defeated the Ultimate Evil.

Became more versatile damage dealer.

Became a tasteful customizer.

Learned the useful chemistry.

Played a wildlife policebot part.

Used the Remedium Interface for good.

Earned some silver.

Earned some gold.

Liquidated some oposition.

Wasted a lot of morbs.

Became a morbs' nightmare.

Obtained 100 molecules.

Obtained 200 hundreds of molecules.

Obtained 1000 molecules.

Got a hang in crafting substances.

Became acquainted with substances.

Became a master of substances.

Located the one responsible for the halt.

Jumped like a pro stuntbot.

Wanted to believe so very hard...

Located the Book of Disabled Bots.

Spotted the moonshine apparatus.

Learned that bots never change.