13 January 2019 @ 06:38 am
I've edited the galaxy application. Then I connected to your network earlier today and edited it some more, after catching up with what's going on here. The edits make it serious enough there's no way I'll be able to send it without my own system catching onto the activity and shutting off my network access. I'll be cut off from anyone who might be out there. So before that, I've made another application. I want you to short-circuit my machine so I don't have to be stuck on some forgotten server. I know some of you would think of that as killing me, so I guess I should warn you about that, but I'm already dead anyway.
But the point is: I'll get you through that fucking door.
06 January 2018 @ 12:45 pm
[ The user name on the tablet might not be one that many people are familiar with, but that's why it's Will's face that shows up in the video.
He looks about usual, like death warmed over and yanked through a knothole; backwards. Though his hair has been recently washed and except for his ever present scruff, he looks recently scrubbed. His glasses are perched on his face, perhaps in an effort to hide the bags under his eyes, perhaps as sort of mini shields against what he's psyched himself up to do.
Or maybe he's just tired of straining his eyes.
Regardless, he ruins the hair by scrubbing his fingers through it in what is obviously a nervous tick. ]Uhm, yeah hey.
[ Come on boyo, you can do better than that. Clearing his throat, Will gets his fingers out of his hair and makes himself look at the tablet, starting again in a more firm tone. ]( non IC cut to help with all the words )[OOC: Hello fellow snobos!
This is the first part of the player plot here proposed by Beckett's player and myself. It is open to everybody, the more the merrier and if you have any questions, hit up the OOC post, shoot me a PM or you can also ping my plurk ![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
Laekhund it is open to private plurks from anyone!
Once we have an idea of who all is participating and a game plan of what the characters will be attempting ICly, I will take that to the mods and we'll see if we all end up dead what happens! \o/ ]
27 September 2017 @ 04:49 pm
Errors are starting to build up in your network. If they keep building up like this, the network might need to shut down. Have you noticed any effects? I don't know the limits of your network.
15 January 2017 @ 05:47 am
Hello. I've already been informed how I died, don't jump over yourselves to tell me.
I would like your help in finding out what happened to Andromeda afterward.
10 January 2017 @ 07:55 am
[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 (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.
27 January 2016 @ 02:22 pm
Hey. Who's there? Where am I connected to?[As of this exchange, Winter is no longer responding. You can still talk to her, but all conversations are assumed to have taken place before the end of this one.]