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Who: Any teenagerly types enticed by Octavia's post
What: Searching for clues/giant pink birds during the day, camping out and being idiot teenagers at night. Also truth or dare and consumption of german beer. Oh em gee.
When: October 10th
Where: Around Füssen
Warnings: Alcohol? Will update if necessary!

[ If there's any better way of dealing with hard times than escapist shenaniganry, Octavia certainly doesn't know about it. Let's be real - the real motivation for this trip is the partying. And the lack of responsibility. And the drinks and snacks.

Still - finding the mystery bird monster ahead of time would be rad. In pursuit of this, anyone who meets up with octavia at the start of the day will be given an Awesome Adventurer's Kit (tm) - a small package consisting of a shitty two dollar compass, a notepad, a pen and a poorly-made swiss army knife.

Those things could be useful, okay. God. ]

drama8om8

[ Octavia is, as usual, sitting on her huge-ass pile of treasure. She's also sporting fangs and a pair of glasses with one lens blacked out like an eyepatch, thanks to her losing an eye during CRAB BATTLE. Arr, mateys. ]

First person to make jokes about my depth perception, call me cyclops or otherwise mock my heroic war wound gets mind controlled into licking the floor of the nearest public bathroom, just eff why eye. I am talking business! So I am cutting that shit off before it starts.

[ SO THERE. ]

So. The unpronounceable German place is oooooooobviously going to come with its own hugeass pink bad guy. A duck or whatever, I guess. And we are going to spend forever twiddling our collective thumbs until it pops out one day and surprises us like some kind of asshole! Right?

WRONG.

[ And she slides dramatically down the treasure pile. But leaves her laptop behind and has to fly back up and grab it. NOBODY SAW THAT OKAY ]

I recently got back memories of being really super great at finding enormous bad guys with very little to go on. The best at it! So tomorrow I am heading for Germany to go find the giant goose monster and kick the shit out of it. And then I will spend the evening being fucking awesome. Anybody whose age ends in -teen should totally join me! Because. Like I said. Awesome. It'll be like a camping party, only way less lame.

[ There's a tiny thoughtful pause before she adds: ]

Say, did you know the legal drinking age in Germany is just sixteen?

yerawizarderi

[At long last it's this hister tool's face again. It seems as though he might have gone missing entirely, gone like the wind and other such metaphors. What a blessing that would have been! Luckily for all of the numbered he's still around! How gracious of him.]

Well, I can rightly say I never expected to know what it was like to lose sense a' all of what's happenin' here. But it happened. Much to my chagrin.

[He almost looks awkward. He knows what he missed, and in a sense he's glad for it, but he also knows how that might reflect on him, and he's really not in the mood to deal with that. Augh.]

So...

[a beat]

I'm back, I know about the shit in bloody Las Vegas, I hope no one worth anythin' died takin' that thing down or whatewer. [Such sympathy!!!] Beyond that, what's been happenin' to the rest a you while I was away? Kinda got whisked off to the UK for a month or so. Family reasons, you know how it is.

[Yes good, he is so in the clear now.]

So, a bit outta the loop an' such, some briefin' on matters that ain't makin' the headlines would be appreciated, but anyone comin' at me with bullshit will be ignore outright. I'm sorta in a mood, an' not one that can entertain your worthless antagonizin'.

[There's only a select few who would waste his time doing that, and who will come regardless, but perhaps that will deter those who aren't complete assholes.]

drama8om8

Oh my g8d mom 8te my stepdad

[ This text is appended with another one, just minutes later: ]

8nd may8e a journ8list too I found a c8mera

yerawizarderi

[The feed clicks on and it shows none other than Eri Ampora. He takes his time staring into the feed, not exactly looking sure of himself, or at all comfortable. He shifts in his seat, before folding his arms over his chest. Eventually, he huffs, looking off to the side. Whatever he has to say, it isn't easy.]

In light a all the attacks goin' on to those far less fortunate than I, an' are you ewer less fortunate...

[Another uncomfortable shift, but he seems set on saying whatever it is he has to say.]

I'd like to extend a offer - charity to the wictims of the Mafia attacks. I feel, seein' as we're all in this together... No matter how shitty some of you are...

[Octavia... Alan... etc....]

We're on the same team, an' therefor I ought to take a more actiwe role in this whole--[a circular hand motion]--thing.

[He almost sounds defeated saying that, like someone is forcing him, but surprisingly to probably most, that's not the case here!]

If you're needin' some allowance to get by, I suppose I can help a handful a you there. An' I guess if some of you'we lost your home and are otherwise street bound... I could offer you lodging, so long as you ain't fuckin' smelly or dirty, I'we my limits.

[He pauses for a good few seconds, shrugging with a long suffering sigh.]

So speak the fuck up while I'm in this generous mood, unless you fancy eatin' outta trashcans.

lowres

I have a very, very important question.

Was anyone born into a situation similar to the person in their echoes?

And if you remember something happening in your memories that might be something similar to what is happening now... Would you warn people, even if it cost someone their reputation?

wirsinddiejager

[Surprisingly for anyone familiar with Alan's posts in the past, this one doesn't appear to be written in his sketchbook. His handwriting is looking unusually shaky and hurried, too.]

the mafia guys hit me too. my house burned down. Im going to need somewhere else to stay if anyones offering.

we cant allow this to keep going on. those fuckers are going down.

dorkytracksuit

IIf you have the abiiliity two help, are you morally obliigated two do so?

Just somethiing II've been thiinkiing about lately.

drama8om8

[ It's hard to tell what's brighter - Octavia's smile or the exceptionally ridiculous dress she's currently wearing. They certainly take away attention from the giant jumble of oversized machinery set up in her basement, anyway.

Her hands are clasped behind her back, as though she's hiding something. HOW MYSTERIOUS. ]

I have maaaaaaaajorly super important and vital news. On a scale of one to eight, this is like. Two eights. Firstly: Alan helped me figure out what my eye lasers do. Turns out they make people super unlucky! Who knew.

[ Alan staggers into the shot looking slightly rumpled, apparently willing to confirm this. Unfortunately for him, he does so by tripping over the mess of machinery and promptly disappearing from view. ]

...He'll be fine. That's my alchemiter and stuff, bee-tee-dubs! And it is hells of awesome. Check it out. I can take two items, like a knife and a gun, and make a...

[ She finally reveals what she's been hiding behind her back: a gun with a knife fused to it. ]

...knifegun! That shoots tiny little knives. See?

[ She shoots the knifegun to demonstrate. The tiny knife-bullet ricochets off the basement wall with a ping and heads straight for the unluckiest sap in the room - Alan. Who now has a teeny little knife embedded in his butt. Screeching from both parties ensues as Octavia slams her laptop shut, ending the video. ]

shineonyou

Hey, yo, 'sup. JoJo here.

[ He waves, also showing off some fancyass leather gloves. Despite his friendly attitude, he looks pale. When he speaks, he’s out of breath. ]

Got some requests for another movie night. [ huff. ] So I’ll play those in a bit. It’ll give you somethin' to watch while waiting for me to show off my new super power. You guys wanna see it? I mean, I think it’s pretty cool.

[ huff puff. He holds up a small, Harlequin Romance novel (The Dare, specifically). He presents the book to the network much like a stage magician presents a new prop... before he starts tearing it to pieces. Each page is torn out and ripped up; not even the cover survives. In the end, there’s a pile of what was formerly a particularly hot, steamy novel. ]

So, I’ll ruin the suspense... I can put it back together. It takes a longass time, but, man, like a phoenix, this crappier Fifty Shades will rise from its higher quality ashes.

[ huff. He takes off his gloves and just shoves a hand into the pile of ripped paper. ]

But, like I said, we’re gonna be here for a few hours. So while we wait, here’s some more movies...

[ huff puff. On the schedule tonight and throughout the next day are a few old Godzilla movies, Wickerman, The Bee Movie, Space Jam again, Birdemic and the sequel, half of Gravity before JoJo half-heartedly apologizes and says it’s too stressful, a Batterman movie, MANOS: THE HANDS OF FATE, White Chicks, and Billy Madison. In the corner of the screen, he’s set up his webcam to focus on the former book throughout the movie marathon. If you’re observant, you might notice the pieces of it slowly pulled together until entire pages are mended. But you've got to be insanely observant—it’s like watching Game of Thrones streamed off particularly slow internet while also running Skype and iTunes simultaneously. A little more obvious is that Jonas passes out halfway through the first movie and doesn't move except to skip Gravity before passing out again.

In the end, the book's back together and it takes an hour or so after the last movie, but JoJo wakes up, looking worse than before. He puts his leather gloves back on, runs his hands through his hair, and offers a sleepy grin. ]

So here's the real question... [ JoJo presents the book to the network again. The text on some of the pages on the inside is missing. He doesn't seem to notice, though. ]

How am I gonna make some big bucks with this power?

yerawizarderi

so i got a question for you freaky powwered types
like the ones wwho echoed back all these wweird freak powwers an wwhat not
noww youre probably wwonderin wwhy the bloody fuck im evven askin about this and really i aint got any reason in particular or nothin so savve your breath and my precious time in askin me cuz i just gavve you the answwer
ANYWWAY i wwas wwonderin wwhen you got your wweird inhuman powwers did you havve full control of them or did you havve to learn howw to control them?
and if its the latter wwhich howw exactly did you come to yknoww DO that?

again i aint got no particular reason for askin other than general curiosity here
i aint one a you freaks after all

yerawizarderi

[The feed comes on, showing none other than Eri--however something looks... off about him. He looks zoned out, like his eyes aren't focused and nearly zombie-like. It takes a moment, but then he starts talking, his voice oddly monotone compared to his usually very dramatic way of speaking.]

I'm Eri Ampora and I hawe a disgustin' crush on Tom Felton. It was 'cos of this crush on him and Draco Malfoy that I discowered my interest in men.

[Well... isn't that insightful?]

An' I got a poster of his face abowe my bed. As well as a shit load of Harry Potter paraphernalia litterin' my bedroom. I wish I was a wizard, and I cried on my elewenth birthday because I didn't get my letter to Hogwarts.

[SURE IS WEIRD HE'S SAYING ALL OF THIS, HMMMMM HOW EERIE.]

My dad and I watch that shit bloody religiously sometimes, dedicatin' full days to watchin' all the mowies in a row, and sometimes he hugs me afterwards and I lowe it.

[Okay this shit is getting downright embarrassing. But Eri still seems like some dazed zombie, spilling all of these deets for no inexplicable reason.]

I think Octawia's hot as hell, and so's Alan. I'm pretty grateful that I was able to kiss them at Alan's party, I think about that a lot, actually. That and the fact I'm a bloody wirgin.

[Well that sure was enlightening, but he doesn't seem to be coming to from whatever is happening to him. Perfect time to needle him for more embarrassing deets, right? Right. Except there's one last thing he does, that really makes it obvious something is up, beyond everything else, Eri is ending this with a swift punch... to his own face. Yep.]

drama8om8

Who: Alan, Octavia and ALL THE PARTY GUESTS. ALL OF THEM.
When: Today, 8pm onwards
Where: The basement of Casa Del Hunter
What: PARTYIN PARTYIN YEAH
Warnings: Tomfoolery.

( There ain't no party like a naked dickless giant ex-terrorist party )

drama8om8

[ Now that she's no longer an alleged terrorist, Octavia is back home. Therefore today's post is coming from atop her loot pile, once more taking pride of place in her basement.

She doesn't look like someone who's happy to be home. She looks like someone who hasn't been sleeping well and is trying to cover up how horrible she's feeling by acting like her usual obnoxious self. ]

I know everybody is going to be all about that whole pink light in Vegas thing, but I don't care. There's more important stuff to talk about right now! Like the sweet birthday party that is being thrown for Alan this Friday. If you know him and are willing to buy him a sweet birthday present, you are totally invited! It's going to be hells of awesome.

[ She switches to text briefly to attach the address for Alan's house, a list of Tavia-approved suggestions for gifts (mostly Batterman-themed) and a note that the party starts at eight and ends "IDK WHENEVER." Then it's back to video. ]

Annnnnnnnd I meant to show this off forever ago but I kind of forgot. What with that whole thing where there was a thing with an alien and a giant fucking snake and then I got cleared of my terrorism charges and also one of my best friends got brutally murdered. Kind of slipped my mind.

[ She turns her laptop around, pointing the camera at a weird machine set up nearby. ]

It's an alchemiter! Which is used to make cool stuff, but you need a bunch of other dumb machines I don't have. So if any of my beloved soulbonds got similar stuff, we should pool our resources! And also find somewhere communal to put this so everybody can use it and junk. Because I am all about the sharing.

duette

Who: Harper Sutherland & RELATED PARTIES
When: Saturday, March 15th
Where: The very posh Sutherland residence.
What: SLEEPOVER. GIRLS RULE, BOYS DROOL.
Why: Post Snakeocalypse dose of fun and normalcy. Kinda.

( we just met, yeah, we just met )

(ooc. invites were sent to A☆P, but if you have reasonable age-bracket cr (or cr-of-cr) with her for a sleepover, you're more than welcome to hop in!)

vetala

I figure that I should at least play check in, but I am pretty sure if I was dead, you would have heard about it by now. It's been a while. But for clarification, I am not. My parents are very cross though.

[She is not going to elaborate on the weeping and screaming that went on in her house prior to this. It is just too much to deal with and she does not want to have to share how weirdly proud of her her father is, and how suspicious and worried about her her mother is. She's just glad that she's mostly avoided the onslaught of media.]

But primarily I am here to ask one thing.

Has anyone seen Karson? Or Avery?

He sent me a concerning text message on the ninth and I went to his house and her house and found neither of them. I tried to look that day but... everything happened and then I was injured and I couldn't look myself.

He said something about the mafia in the last text he sent me. Then he told me not to text him back.

[Which she did anyway, obviously.]

gh0stly

[ It takes a while to orient herself. Aria automatically goes home, perhaps seeking...what? Comfort? Warmth? Her sister and her grandparents are there, but Mara and the Megidos can neither see nor hear her, and Aria has no comfort to offer her grieving family, though something in her thinks she ought to. Her room is still there, too, and the laptop sitting on her bed opens smoothly when she focuses. Just a touch of power into her fingers, and it's almost as though she has hands again. Not that she doesn't now. Her form is the same, just...insubstantial, though it looks solid to her. Invisible. Her fingers slide through things, if Aria doesn't focus, because she's not there. Not really.

...After that, it takes a little while to decide what to say. She contacts Soren and then Dallen first, after considering it, before inputting her number to pull up the Network.

What to say? Aria settles for short and sweet. ]

hell0
this is aria megid0
regardless 0f what y0u hear 0r may have already heard
im still here
m0re 0r less
perhaps a little less c0rp0really speaking

[ She could explain further, but it seems a little pointless somehow. Still, Aria will give her answer if pressed for it. For the time being she sits on her bed, reading back through the most recent Network entries as she waits for responses to her own.

OOC: Aria is now a ghost as a result of her death; you can find the OOC post about it HERE. Due to this she can only be physically seen by those who have echoed back the ability to see spirits, and her voice can only be heard by those who have echoed back the ability to hear spirits. She will therefore only be communicating through text for the forseeable future (thanks to being a psychic who can manipulate objects without the need for physical contact). Please feel free to opt out of the color and quirk HERE, and I will drop either or both for you; Aria will drop it if asked ICly as well. If a character has the ability to see and hear her, however, she may use voice or video. I'll be doing an action/log post sometime later this month for those characters to run into her. ]

hungryhunter

important survey

1. r u a robot?
☐ y
☐ n

2. if y, what kind of robot?

3. if ur a robot do u ever get like shut down or something
☐ y
☐ n

4. plz elaborate if u answered y 2 #3, or just explain ur robot sleeping habits or lack of them in general I guess. idk.

5. if u r not a robot what r u and do ur echoes affect ur sleep

6. whats ur favorite restaurant(so theres a q on here 4 every1 ok dont want any1 2 b left out)

plz and thank u this is 4 science

ps heres a checked up box thing ☑

partyqueen

Okay so I think I found everything I guess I need to know by looking around, but 2 things: I am pretty sure I didn't retain like ANY OF THAT (bcuz a lot of it was nonsense btw) and... like basically I don't think anyone can convince me for like even a second that I haven't just actually gone off the deep end w/ this one.

I just spent 20 minutes navigating a page of my dayplanner and all you're all talking about is just completely crazy shit, so I'm just pretty sure my brain snapped.

At first I was like, "did I accidentally join a cult?" But now I'm like "I'm using the internet (or something) in a FUCKING DAY PLANNER"... isn't anyone else worried for their sanity, if this is even happening???

My wrist is cramping but any input would be greatly appreciated, probable fictions of my imagination.

oncedevil

Well isn't this a surprise? You know, taking hallucinogens wasn't on my to-do list for the near future, but I guess everyone makes mistakes every now and then. I've learned a valuable lesson today: when someone hands you some funky hippy water full of leaves that they insist is good for you, don't drink it. So, since I'm suddenly the Dirt Whisperer, how about you regale me with your earthy wisdom while I sit in the park and enjoy the trip? Let's kill some time before this wears off and I end up with the nastiest hangover I've ever had. Here, I'll start with some easy questions: Why is the sky blue? What's the meaning of life? What language does Mister Mumbles speak when he yells at people walking by? And most importantly, what the hell is going on?

yerawizarderi

[First and foremost the network is greeted with this face. There seems to be remnants of some kind of white make up that's been frantically scrubbed off. What follows is--]

OCTAAAWIAAAAA!!!!

[Oh he mad.]

You fuckin' TRAMP! Who gawe you the bloody fuckin' right to do this to ME!? You want to fuckin' go? We can fuckin' go. I will not STAND for this lewel a disrespect!

[He's nearly spitting with anger. With the brief pause in bitching, he's going to hold up this little number.]

How did you ewen do it? Who the bleedin' FUCK is your accomplice? Bubblegum bitches? What're you some Marina and the Diamonds knock off, 'cos really, you could not be any less clewer.

[Dropping the poster with Octavia's face on it, he brings his fingers up to rub at his temples. God, he is too hung over for this shit.]

Mark my fuckin' words, Oct, this ain't goin' to be owerlooked, I am gonna make you fuckin' pay if it's the LAST thing I ewer do.

italktofish

Hey, guys! Granny needed me to post a video for everyone who couldn't come to the party, so here it is!

[What follows next is a video of Eri's birthday spanking as administered by none other than Granny Curry.]

You should have been there! It was an OUTRAGEOUS party!

yerawizarderi

Who: Eri and YOU!
When: 2/15 5pm-whenever
Where: Eri and Murdoc's party pad
What: B-DAY PARTY IN THE HIZZOUSE
Warning: There is going to be a collection of people partying of all ages, that should be enough of a warning.

( SURELY THIS WON'T BE ANYTHING WORTH REGRETTING. )

pokebonnet

[Somehow a chain email has been forwarded to the network. The culprit? Easy to identify. It's none other than Mrs Ivy "Granny" Curry.]

( SUCH CHAIN, SO EMAIL, WOWE. )

[Happy Valentines Day, Network.]

yerawizarderi

just makin this as a general reminder of this thats gonna be happenin in TWO DAYS dont forget
as well as a means for you all to wish me a happy birthday seein as a good lot of you aint got my number so im makin it easy for you
youre welcome
any attempts at fuckin with me or pissin me off will be ignored flat out [No they won't] today is too good of a bloody day for me to let it be ruined by pettiness (lookin at you octavia)
so go on with your happy birthday wishes
but be quick i certainly got plans and wouldnt that be TRAGIC if i wasnt around to get them before i go out?

dorkytracksuit

right. so. iinformation sharing. i was talking to someone about that and uh.. i guess there's a ton of people here remembering the same place as me and i just thought there should be some attempt at compiling what we all remember to try and get a better context for those memories.

i think for some reason the popular term for our "group" is "soulbonded"? not sure why.. exactly, but if you have an echo induced text color preference or odd typing habits (double i's or zeros instead of o's) then you might be part of a group of us who remember being aliens before. another thing we all seem to have in common is strange blood colors.

if you are wary of receiving any pulsechos please do not read the responses to this post, however, if you feel you may be remembering something similar to what i've described so far, sharing what you do remember of your past/alternate self's life would really help us in better compiling/understanding the information we have already.

as for what i've remembered:

-several individuals: two with varying greenish blood colors, one with bright red, all adults.
-one, is named signless. i haven't remembered the names of the other two.
-red guy died
-i got turned into a spaceship
-also our planet was ruled by a total bitch who liked enslaving psionics and turning them into spaceships.

cause you know, not having autonomy is a totally cool thing, i guess.

and yeah that's pretty much it. i know aria said something about their being only twelve different blood colors? but that's pretty much all i've got. hopefully we can piece some more info together? let me know.

yerawizarderi

[The feed turns on, and it certainly is the resident hipster in view. He's sitting at a desk of some sort, and behind him looks like a bedroom. Probably his. ~~Ignore the Harry Potter-like paraphernalia or whatever closest analogue to that it would be~~.]

So.

[Brilliant start. He rests his chin on the back of his hand, his elbow resting against the surface of the desk as he stares into the feed. There's a slight upward curl of his lips.]

In light a the grim news that seems to be happenin' recently on this network, I figured you lot needed a quick change a pace. Maybe, you need to find yourself at a do. Some right social gatherin' a sorts, you see the most important day a the year is upon us, which likely none of you knew about.

[He waves his other hand dismissively.]

Ain't no one gonna fault you for that though. Comin' the thirteenth it's my birthday, and I figure why not kill two birds with one bleedin' stone? I'm gonna be throwin' one hell of a soiree AND I would like to get myself acquainted further with my fellow numbers club members. Brill, ain't it?

You won't want to miss this shit, and I've even been so generous to celebrate it on the fifteenth for all you people who work weekday jobs or have school and suchlike. Those a your work work weekend jobs better ask off. I'm givin' you over a week to do so. Besides, the fourthteenth I'm sure we'll all be busy anyway. I know I will be.

[No he won't.]

ANY-FUCKIN'-WAY, check the text document attached below for more deets on the whole thing. As I said, you won't want to miss this, an' if you do, well you're be left regrettin' it for the rest a your miserable life. Honestly.

[A pause as he reaches to turn off the feed, his hands stopping.]

Oh, and don't forget to bring me somethin' nice.

[Aaaand with that, he cuts the feed, and attaches the text document below:]
( Cut for Text )

plushaeusrumpified

Whoa dang this shit is actually legit isn't it
Man idk why I didn't do shit with those numbers before.

[Maybe it's because for a while there, Brody blocked out as much as that night as he possibly could. Yeah the numbers never went away, but he kinda just ignored everything from the night his first echo came. It's been a bit traumatizing, to be honest. Nobody wants to look at a puppet and get all hot and-

No. Let's just move on from that.]

So secret network etc, etc. I feel like some secret agent or some shit
Wait a sec if everyone's in on this it ain't really secret is it?
Whatever, I don't care. 's still cool, tbh. Oh hell though, there're kids on this thing aren't there?

Does this count as incriminating evidence? I mean could I get fired for the stuff I say on here? Because if so pretend I ain't ever even cussed or anything. Cuz I work at the school and the last thing I need is to get fired because somebody went complaining that Mr. Brody was using language online.

Actually nah I don't care. Fuck, fuck, fuckedy fuck. If you're seriously offended over words then you need to get over it.

The new shiny of this thing is really wearing off though so yeah, I'm out.

dadscar

So, this is what we do all day is it? Jibber jabber.
It's been made abundantly clear that I'm not the only one in possession of these numbers, so I presume it has important implications.
I can't say I particularly share a desire to know every waking detail of your hopes and dreams, but a little more information would be appreciated. I'm sure one of you can afford me that privilege.

[Because snakes?? Really?? It's never easy, is it.]

For that matter, if Eri does happen to be fooling around playing funny buggers on here rather than doing his homework, feel free to direct him to me. I'm sure we have more than studies to discuss now, after all.

[After all, what kind of father would he be if he didn't shame him in front of a group of strangers.]

decelerate

[ ~~who wins the award for the latest intro ever? this guy.~~

so what do you do on a saturday night when all your homework's done and you've got nothing else left to do? treat the network like it's craiglist. with an indefinite amount (well, as far as he knows) of people on here, someone's bound to have an answer. ]

numbers club right?

anyone ever tried to get a date by posting here?

better yet: was anyone successful?

inquiring minds wanna know.

yerawizarderi

[Needless to say, this is a little strange and he stares at his ipad for a good few moments before deciding to make a post on the network he's apparently just gained access to. Of course, not reading anything like the FAQ or whatever. He hardly has the patience for that. Pshh. Besides, why read that shit when people could inform him themselves? See? Much easier.]

alright so
here i am doin nothin but browsin tumblr at the local starbucks
rebloggin some shit enjoyin my cinnamon dolce cappuccino
when i saw some random ass post that reminded me of these bleedin numbers from for fuck ever ago
not even sure why it did considerin it had literally nothin to do with these fuckin numbers but whatever
so here i am again thinkin id fuck around and see if they DO anythin
low and fuckin behold what the shit is this
some sorta secret network i had no idea about with a one way ticket to it through some arbitrary as fuck numbers that i never was able to forget
im surprised to say the damn least of it
always kinda thought those numbers were utter poppycock at best just some stupid shit i remembered for no apparent reason other than to drive me mad
fancy that i was wrong that dont happen often

whatever enough fuckin babblin who the fuck are you people and what the fuck is this?

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