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*Blurry. Appears to be mobile outpost attached to underside of floating machine, possibly one of the General's units. Hazy figure, sitting against wall.*
I dislike United Tomorrow. I'm not sure why. Perhaps it has something to do with the sheer amount of anonymity they impose on many of their users. If you have to hide behind a mask to betray your true feelings, what good are you in a forum of truth? A mask is inherently a lie, and to tell the truth while hiding behind a lie is just... blegh.
*Focus, unfocus, focus, sharpen, figure comes into focus. Dark, baggy, faded blue eyes. Brown hair, messy, clumpy, dirty. He's ... missing an arm? Figure coughs*
Health issues, blah blah. Apparently living inside the Matrix while hooked to an IV in the Real wasn't such a viable option after all. Plus, with the General constantly moving back and forth in his operations and my decision to follow him to help, jacking in just isn't as open a schedule as it used to be. Speaking of the General...
*Static. Figure shifts. Unfocus. View to outside becomes more clear. Electrical storm seen in distance. A sentinel flies by.*
I'm still worried about what Mercury and his goons have been up to. Last any of us really checked up on him there was a very suspicious suggestion that he was in possession of a cheat code... wonder what he's been doing with it all this time...
Today, the Intruders are making a general mess of things. It's like Unlimit all over again, except instead of a large group of kinda-overpowered nitwits, it's a single super-overpowered genius. Dangerous, but it looks like she's letting her feelings take priority over her intellect, which is why she's let that Bippy thing slip through her non-existant fingers... is she even still alive?
*New figure enters. Feminine. Too blurry to--focus, sharpen. Appears to be hispanic, tidier hair, still mottled. Looks as tired as first figure. Holds needle in hand, injects male figure with it. He yelps in pain, then mutters quickly in an incomprehensible language. Female leans over and kisses male on top of his head. Leaves.*
Anyway. I haven't had the chance to keep up, but apparently Persephone's gone emo or something? Maybe she'll finally set the Merv straight about treating us like we're expendable.
Bippy. What's it's problem? It looks like it's just running around having a grand ole time, like Noma with a full bladder and no leash. Last we saw it, it was teasing the Merv with some "wake up" message left on his PC. Kinda like the message left when the 01 mainframe went down for a bit. Coinicdence, or was Bippy hiding there for a brief moment? Hmm..
*Unfocus, blurry. Figure turns and watches as shapes of sentries, other machines whizz past. Waves to one.*
What else is going on nowadays... Oh, those Zionites code bombing the Matrix. I'm surprised noone's reported them to Veil or Cryptos yet. Maybe I should send them a little message. Doubt they'll be able to read it, but gotta make the motions. It's not that I don't condone their actions, oh no. Stick to your convictions, I say. But if they keep killing innocents like that, they're gonna lose what's left of their humanity and wind up like... hm... like Vanil, maybe. Someone utterly devoid of emotion...
They need to refocus their energies on bombing more important targets. Maybe even take their fight to the Real, cut a few wires. THAT will get attention, I guarentee it. All I know is, if they get too close to my neighborhood, I'll have to do something. Maybe I'll pull a few plugs, that usually gets Zion riled up.
*Focus, unfocus. Not as blurry as before. Figure turns back to camera.*
I wonder how the Joker's doing... is he dead or what? I kinda miss the little freak... he was interesting, compared to what we have to deal with now. Now that I think about it... there's really no good mysteries to look into nowadays, is there? Bah...
*Figure straightens abruptly.*
One, two, buckle my shoe... I forgot about that. What the f*** was that supposed to mean? I still don't get it. Maybe it's because I never took the time to ask anyone else.
*Figure moves forward.*
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*Blurry. Figure leans back.*
I did a quick search. It looks like one of those Lupine lieutenants that was offed a while back. They used a pup to get to him. I forget why they wanted him dead. The point is, shortly before the public report about it was made on the data node, I was sent that image. Maybe it's irrevelant now. Maybe someone's already solved it. Maybe.
In that case...
*Figure turns towards opening again. A lone Sentinel flies from the opposite direction as the others.*
I'm gonna need to find me something else to do. Best of wishes, all that.
*Figure motions to say something, then hunches over and vomits.*
Ungh... Fidget, you missed the ******* ... hurracch! Ugh. End transmiss.. transmiss... vleaggh... end transmission!
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*Blurry. Appears to be mobile outpost attached to underside of floating machine, possibly one of the General's units. Hazy figure, sitting against wall.*
I dislike United Tomorrow. I'm not sure why. Perhaps it has something to do with the sheer amount of anonymity they impose on many of their users. If you have to hide behind a mask to betray your true feelings, what good are you in a forum of truth? A mask is inherently a lie, and to tell the truth while hiding behind a lie is just... blegh.
*Focus, unfocus, focus, sharpen, figure comes into focus. Dark, baggy, faded blue eyes. Brown hair, messy, clumpy, dirty. He's ... missing an arm? Figure coughs*
Health issues, blah blah. Apparently living inside the Matrix while hooked to an IV in the Real wasn't such a viable option after all. Plus, with the General constantly moving back and forth in his operations and my decision to follow him to help, jacking in just isn't as open a schedule as it used to be. Speaking of the General...
*Static. Figure shifts. Unfocus. View to outside becomes more clear. Electrical storm seen in distance. A sentinel flies by.*
I'm still worried about what Mercury and his goons have been up to. Last any of us really checked up on him there was a very suspicious suggestion that he was in possession of a cheat code... wonder what he's been doing with it all this time...
Today, the Intruders are making a general mess of things. It's like Unlimit all over again, except instead of a large group of kinda-overpowered nitwits, it's a single super-overpowered genius. Dangerous, but it looks like she's letting her feelings take priority over her intellect, which is why she's let that Bippy thing slip through her non-existant fingers... is she even still alive?
*New figure enters. Feminine. Too blurry to--focus, sharpen. Appears to be hispanic, tidier hair, still mottled. Looks as tired as first figure. Holds needle in hand, injects male figure with it. He yelps in pain, then mutters quickly in an incomprehensible language. Female leans over and kisses male on top of his head. Leaves.*
Anyway. I haven't had the chance to keep up, but apparently Persephone's gone emo or something? Maybe she'll finally set the Merv straight about treating us like we're expendable.
Bippy. What's it's problem? It looks like it's just running around having a grand ole time, like Noma with a full bladder and no leash. Last we saw it, it was teasing the Merv with some "wake up" message left on his PC. Kinda like the message left when the 01 mainframe went down for a bit. Coinicdence, or was Bippy hiding there for a brief moment? Hmm..
*Unfocus, blurry. Figure turns and watches as shapes of sentries, other machines whizz past. Waves to one.*
What else is going on nowadays... Oh, those Zionites code bombing the Matrix. I'm surprised noone's reported them to Veil or Cryptos yet. Maybe I should send them a little message. Doubt they'll be able to read it, but gotta make the motions. It's not that I don't condone their actions, oh no. Stick to your convictions, I say. But if they keep killing innocents like that, they're gonna lose what's left of their humanity and wind up like... hm... like Vanil, maybe. Someone utterly devoid of emotion...
They need to refocus their energies on bombing more important targets. Maybe even take their fight to the Real, cut a few wires. THAT will get attention, I guarentee it. All I know is, if they get too close to my neighborhood, I'll have to do something. Maybe I'll pull a few plugs, that usually gets Zion riled up.
*Focus, unfocus. Not as blurry as before. Figure turns back to camera.*
I wonder how the Joker's doing... is he dead or what? I kinda miss the little freak... he was interesting, compared to what we have to deal with now. Now that I think about it... there's really no good mysteries to look into nowadays, is there? Bah...
*Figure straightens abruptly.*
One, two, buckle my shoe... I forgot about that. What the f*** was that supposed to mean? I still don't get it. Maybe it's because I never took the time to ask anyone else.
*Figure moves forward.*
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*Blurry. Figure leans back.*
I did a quick search. It looks like one of those Lupine lieutenants that was offed a while back. They used a pup to get to him. I forget why they wanted him dead. The point is, shortly before the public report about it was made on the data node, I was sent that image. Maybe it's irrevelant now. Maybe someone's already solved it. Maybe.
In that case...
*Figure turns towards opening again. A lone Sentinel flies from the opposite direction as the others.*
I'm gonna need to find me something else to do. Best of wishes, all that.
*Figure motions to say something, then hunches over and vomits.*
Ungh... Fidget, you missed the ******* ... hurracch! Ugh. End transmiss.. transmiss... vleaggh... end transmission!
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