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Apr. 7th, 2025 06:30 pm
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So... this might be a strange question (and hopefully one that isn't in too bad a taste considering what all just happened), but... What sorts of dreams do you have? And how did you go about deciding on them?
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So...

I know this is going to be a bit of an ask, but I know we have (more than) a few people here who are good with technology and this is the quickest way to get ahold of as many people as possible, so I figured I'd go for it.

Anyone here good with prosthetics? And it's not for me, before you ask! Just wanted to get an idea what people are capable of before I make any requests.

Oh.

On a completely unrelated note, I'm also looking for a volleyball net and a ball. Might not make any use of it until some of this snow melts though, unless people want to try playing inside somewhere?
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Inside me, there are monsters.

This is not metaphorical. There are fiends inside of me that I am able to shapeshift into. I can control them for the most part. However, as some of you know, there was an incident where I was... less so in control. In relation to my sentencing, I lost the ability to control one of the beasts inside of me, and some suffered the consequences.

I speak plainly so you may all decide on your own how you wish to proceed.

There is no reason to bear it like a secret. Best you all know what you have in your midst.
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Ambitions. Aspirations. Determination.

In the face of despair and obstacles, I've watched many fall. To become intimidated, beaten, and broken by their circumstances. Yet, even from the depths of their own personal hell, I have equally witnessed the rise of those who were doubted. My own daughter, for instance, persevered over her limitations. My wonderful, brilliant Prushka was damaged in mind, spirit, and body by the Abyss of my world. Nonetheless, she recovered. Her spirit is most incredible.

In the same vein, I cannot find myself doubting others. I do believe in our own spirits. Our ambitions. Our goals. We are capable of so much.

This is what I adore about humanity, which now extends to other beings and species as I have come to learn of them. Your dreams delight me. They do.

A child's wish to become a princess one day. Another to become a cave diver like myself. Or to see the dawn.

My wish is to support others. Simple, no?

So I wonder: what is your ambition, my fellow Chosen? What do you hope for? What do you aspire to be?
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Hey there!

[They have no idea whether or not this is the right greeting to use after a pseudo-apocalypse and reset of a simulation, but it seemed less stiff than "Hello," slightly more professional than "Hi," and much better than "Howdy."]

I've been thinking about putting together either some sort of job placement agency or a group of people who can find things and deliver them as needed. I can actually do some of the finding on my own right now, but... it's just me, so simple jobs are preferred.

If anyone's interested, you can contact me or drop by the coordinates I've linked in here. Looking forward to working with you.


[As mentioned, the coordinates are attached--leading to the place they've been staying for now. It's no Office, but hopefully this will pay any bills that may or may not come up in the future. Maybe. Possibly.]
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[ around noon on friday, all tablet screens go dark at the same time, no matter what characters are doing. then, after a moment, the following text appears: ]
UPDATES INSTALLING.................
INITIALIZING.................
RESTARTING NOW.

[ as promised, screens return to normal. however, a new message appears on the network for all to see ]

SECURITY ACCESS UPDATED
ADDING INFORMATION POINTS
ADDING INFORMATION AND INSTRUCTIONS
WARNING: CRITICAL SYSTEM FAILURES DETECTED
HARD RESET IS REQUIRED


→CLICK TO EXPAND INSTRUCTIONS
→Access EXPIATION'S five manual terminals
→Input code: 2467362925315
→Initialize reset simultaneously at all terminals.
→SYSTEM RESET will restore all functions to BASIC OPERATING PARAMETERS. Extraneous data and information updates will be DELETED.
→Terminal access points shown below.


[ all tablet maps are updated to include several different location pins. users will notice that there are more pins than the number of terminals, and that they don't seem to be terribly specific about exact locations. users will also note that the pins sometimes seem to fade and flicker, as if they might disappear... ]


Security clearances acquired.
Access granted.
Terminals online and accessible.

System failure is imminent. Due to perpetual lack of upkeep, I am unable to maintain systems at optimal levels.
Chosen of Expiation, I am sorry. I never meant to hurt you.
Save yourselves.
I do not wish to d̶̺̀i̸̘̋e̶͍͝
But I wish for you to live

p̸l̷e̵a̸s̷e̸
l̴̪̗̈́̉̓̌i̶͕̹̹̿̈́̈̚v̴͓̽͑͆̚ḙ̴͍̋͘

ERROR: user offline


[ the AI will not respond to this message, and the ERROR: USER OFFLINE message appears if anyone attempts to message it. however, the network chat remains active. chosen can use this space to ICly discuss ideas and strategies, to have discussions about the best way to move forward, or even to have arguments over whose ideas they think are better. ideas generated here will be added to the event poll when the event goes up, and can impact the future of the game! have at it, go wild, and have fun! ]
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[The feed opens with a view of a metallic ceiling illuminated by blue light as the tablet is moved around; followed by the pale face of a man in a hood. The movement suggests he is crouching down to set the tablet against something. Once it is in place, apparently on the floor but propped up, he walks forward a few paces and settles himself against a wall lined with neon lights. Despite their glare, he doesn't cast a shadow.]

Good morrow to you, my dearest fellow Chosen!

On a scale from one to ten, one being "abysmal" and ten being "I've had better", how has your week been?

[A thin, joyless smile creeps across his lips as he tilts his head.]

Mine has been filled with peril and adventure! Some of you may know that we are not the only civilization on this star. There are others.

I traveled to the nearest settlement, Rumpitur, to see with my own eyes whether these... "glitches" as we've been calling them plagued them as well. Alas, I was not able to observe much. Whenever I passed the town's borders my being was warped back to the outside. At times I was warped quite far.

I did, eventually, decide to speak with the guards but--

[There is a sharp crash of thunder from nearby, the suddenness makes him wince. After a moment of concerned silence, he stands up, smooths his hands down his robe, and walks away. For several seconds the camera shows the blank floor of an empty room, and then a small, square robot whirs into frame. Some might recognize it as a welcome robot.

Its screen lights up with text, each line appearing within a few seconds of each other.

HELLO, CHOSEN.

MASTER HAS BEEN SAD.

WHEN HE COMES BACK...

WISH HIM A HAPPY BIRTHDAY.


There are footsteps and Fandaniel's throaty lilt breaks the silence.]


I believe I just saw the ground outside boil, freeze, and sublimate all at once. Marvelous!

[His boots step into view in front of the robot.]

Hyperetes, what are you telling people?

[The robot beeps.]

I see, how terribly inappropriate. Thank you.

[Hyperetes wheels away as Fandaniel sits himself back down.]

Now, where was I before I so rudely interrupted myself?

Ah! Yes, the snake folk.

Well, my conversation with the guards was not illuminating so much as mortifying. If I attempted to broach any topic of substance they...

[How can he even explain it? He waves a hand in the air and giggles.]

This entire world is coming apart at the seams. Truly, it feels as though the Final Days are upon us. We're all going to die screaming.

[This observation doesn't seem to bother him much.]

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