[Anyone with access to the Shadownet - text only - app will be able to see this message and respond to it; though, John intends it for one person, in particular. Winter is an NPC that you'll read about in the Survival Guide, but the basic primer is that she's a Russian AI who has been periodically contacting the Snowblind characters and trying to help them to some extent.
Please see this post about Shadownet distribution. You can contact Ecks (![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
yawningdodo) or Phi's (gorsecloud) muns about figuring out how to get your character a copy, if you're interested. These are also characters who currently possess Shadownet. Anyone traveling with these characters will likely be able to read messages on Shadownet through their travel companions.]
@dulcedeleche
Winter, it's John again. There are a few more things you need to know.
We know how you died. We received an SD card like the one Davesprite found leading up to finding out. It's of you and Andromeda. I've copied a transcript.
[A transcript of this audio recording is provided with names.]
Five days ago, we went to sleep, and when we woke up we were in featureless white rooms 10'x10'x10'. There was no door. All we had was our tablets. There was wild banging on the walls that followed anywhere there was sound. There were also footsteps outside the walls sometimes.
I'm not sure how long we stayed there, but our tablets stopped working after a certain point and a door appeared in the room. Outside, there were featureless white corridors all looping around in a spiral. In the place where I started out--I think it was some of the inner corridors--the air tasted like blood. When I moved to the outer corridors, there was the sound of something breathing and footsteps again. There wasn't any banging, though. When I made it to the center of the spiral, there was a large round room where the air pressure shot up. It was to the point of being uncomfortable.
I didn't see anything in the corridors, but other people reported meeting with giant cloaked figures that hurt them, stabbed them through the hands with knives or made them hallucinated vomiting nanomachines. I examined someone who was stabbed and the wound on their hand is still there. There's no blood, though. It just aches.
There was another person one man met, she was a robot whose eyes were broken and whose body was partly destroyed otherwise. She gave him the key card we needed to get out of that place. She said she used to be known as Winter. We made it to the center of the spiral again and when we all climbed through a trapdoor located there, we found ourselves in a memory. Your memory? Or maybe it was Andromeda's.
We saw you and Andromeda running through Norfinbury, ducking into a building where there were dozens of cloaked figures wearing the symbol of the Prophet that we've told you about. They grabbed you and Andromeda, but you both seemed to seize up, couldn't move. Andromeda was terrified, but you seemed so angry.
They threw Andromeda against the wall and they were about to stab her, but you broke free, fought off the people who were holding Andromeda. You told her to run, called her soft-hearted, and then you started vomiting up this blue liquid that appeared to be nanomachines. She listened, though. Andromeda escaped. You saved Andromeda's life.
Once you'd saved her, you weren't able to fight back physically and the people there in the Prophet cloaks pinned you to the wall with knives and destroyed you. But you fought with every breath you had to the end. You didn't give into them. You didn't let them break your spirit. You were so brave, Winter, and I'm so sorry. You died saving the person you loved, though. I want you to know that and remember that. You saved Andromeda.
Please see this post about Shadownet distribution. You can contact Ecks (
@dulcedeleche
Winter, it's John again. There are a few more things you need to know.
We know how you died. We received an SD card like the one Davesprite found leading up to finding out. It's of you and Andromeda. I've copied a transcript.
[A transcript of this audio recording is provided with names.]
Five days ago, we went to sleep, and when we woke up we were in featureless white rooms 10'x10'x10'. There was no door. All we had was our tablets. There was wild banging on the walls that followed anywhere there was sound. There were also footsteps outside the walls sometimes.
I'm not sure how long we stayed there, but our tablets stopped working after a certain point and a door appeared in the room. Outside, there were featureless white corridors all looping around in a spiral. In the place where I started out--I think it was some of the inner corridors--the air tasted like blood. When I moved to the outer corridors, there was the sound of something breathing and footsteps again. There wasn't any banging, though. When I made it to the center of the spiral, there was a large round room where the air pressure shot up. It was to the point of being uncomfortable.
I didn't see anything in the corridors, but other people reported meeting with giant cloaked figures that hurt them, stabbed them through the hands with knives or made them hallucinated vomiting nanomachines. I examined someone who was stabbed and the wound on their hand is still there. There's no blood, though. It just aches.
There was another person one man met, she was a robot whose eyes were broken and whose body was partly destroyed otherwise. She gave him the key card we needed to get out of that place. She said she used to be known as Winter. We made it to the center of the spiral again and when we all climbed through a trapdoor located there, we found ourselves in a memory. Your memory? Or maybe it was Andromeda's.
We saw you and Andromeda running through Norfinbury, ducking into a building where there were dozens of cloaked figures wearing the symbol of the Prophet that we've told you about. They grabbed you and Andromeda, but you both seemed to seize up, couldn't move. Andromeda was terrified, but you seemed so angry.
They threw Andromeda against the wall and they were about to stab her, but you broke free, fought off the people who were holding Andromeda. You told her to run, called her soft-hearted, and then you started vomiting up this blue liquid that appeared to be nanomachines. She listened, though. Andromeda escaped. You saved Andromeda's life.
Once you'd saved her, you weren't able to fight back physically and the people there in the Prophet cloaks pinned you to the wall with knives and destroyed you. But you fought with every breath you had to the end. You didn't give into them. You didn't let them break your spirit. You were so brave, Winter, and I'm so sorry. You died saving the person you loved, though. I want you to know that and remember that. You saved Andromeda.
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