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H̸͕̞͖̺̦̫͒̕ã̵̩̻̼ ̸̡̢̘̮̞̻͑̂̾H̶̤̯̲̗͖̀̀̑̂̈́a̶̡̗͔̖̯̐̍̈!̷͍͓̪̎͗͆̉̕

H̸̨̡̭̜̠̘͚̠̹̘͐̽̀͜a̵̛̘̹̫̙͐͝ ̷̡̖̗̣̻͍̯̭̪̱̹̗͗̂̉́̊̅̊̈́̀̐͘͘H̸̨͍̜͖̗̠̼̯͊ä̴̡̛̛͚̱̗̤̣́͐̐̐̋͒̒̅̒̕͝!̷̧̯̣̳̞̠͐̏̏̓̿͝͝

H̶̨̛̛̩͕̲̣͚͙̤̘͕̥̮̥̠̦̭̪̬̹͎̰̺͓̥̜͙̖͔̺̽̈́͋͊̂̈̈́̂̃̀̈́̽̽̾͗̽͌̍͛͗̾̐̄̇͜ȧ̴͓̗̖͉͎̬͆̏̇̎͂̊̄͒̓͋͛̎̊̈́́̑̎̾̋̃̓̉͑̈́͌̅̕̚̚̕͜͠͠ ̸͉͖̙͓̓͗H̶̨̤̤͑̈̋̑̍̈͋́́̈́͒̅̉̈́̃̊̎̾͑̚̕̚̚͝a̷̛͕̲͆̌̈̂̔͆̇̈́̿̈̍́͌̓̉̂̑͊͊͋̓̐̒̀͘͘ͅ ̷̢̡̛̺̻̼̙̬̻͔̭͑̑͋̐͂͒͑̂̋̆H̴̢̢̻̦̥̲̲̬͎̟̠̲̳̰̤̦̲̱̝̰̘̤̟͍̜͚̗̪̏̆̾̈́̑́́̿̀̓͛̀̀̐̓̕̚̚͜͜͝͝͝ͅa̶̧̗̟̼̳̺̠̙͙̙̪̣̝͚͓̫͑ ̴̨̨̾̈́̇̋̌̈́̇͠H̵̨̦͓͇͇̾̽̇͌̀̓̍̈́͆̌̊̄͂̑̃͒̓̚͜͠ͅä̶̛̛̛̺͚͔̳̦̩͈͙̤̠̠̟̝̿̀͂́̊̆̿͆͊͋̿̂̾͂͂̽͒͋̚̕͝͠͠ ̵̢͖̰̬̮͙͕͕̪̜̭͚͈̪̙̱̖̑͠ͅĤ̷͈͝a̶̢̛̛͍̘̜̱̦̗̺̰͔̼̎̉̑͊̇͊̾͋̆̿̑̎̃̈́̀̈̈́̚͘͠ ̶̢̨̢̧̛̛̛̛͇̫̦͎̥̗̯̮̩̲̲̬̹̺͚̼̖͉̗̠͎͕̯͇̣̭̑̔̀͆̽͛̑͒̾̊͗͂̒̏̒̐͊̇̂͐̍́͒̀̕͠͝ͅͅH̶̨̛̭͔̭͇̠̖̳̽̇̄̀̃̔͑̀̈́̽̓̀̌̒̈́͒̋̋͌̇͜͠͠á̸̢̢̨̢̞̳͓͙͚͈̪̫̭̩̥̤̦͚̝̝̟̳̞̯̠̗̪̘̻̝̺̿̊͑̀̆̉̇͛̓͑̾͒̏͂̌̆̔́̔̈̆̅̇̈́̐̐͌͗̕ ̷̨̧̝̟̣̪̩͕̠͖̬̜̠̩̖͙͚̥̥̦̪̘͚̖͎̔͑̓̊͒̈̔͋̀̄̄̿̃͗̒́̉̂̔͘͜͠ͅͅḦ̵̡͕̞̣͇̭͇̳͇͕͉͓̫́ͅͅă̵̻͖̰̮̓́ ̷̭̩̭̗̮̬̐̒Ḩ̷̜͚͓̤̠̘̳̫͕̉͑͑̃͊͌̕ǻ̸̡̢̢̧̧͎̞̻̝̼̣̤̪̗̮̳̲̯͕͈̱͎̞̫̗͉̪̠̱͉ͅ ̶̢̘̖̫͇̟̼̫͈̲͙̙̦̳͖͚͔̱͔̙͓̹̹͍̜͆͋̃̊̈́̂̔́͐͒̍̎̚͜͜H̴̨͚̮̝̀̌̐̃̓̀͂̄̑͊̾͒͛̿̎̉͝͝͝ȁ̵͔͉͈̰̘͕̠͙̙̭̰͐̚ ̸̢̡̨̡̧̡̛̰͚͔̙͓̠̱̪̟̝̯̪̝̜͙̲̖̾͂́͌̓̀̀̑̂̀̇͐̾̎̌̍̕͘͜͠͠͝H̷̯̲̽͌͒́̌̿́͝a̵͈̩̓͗͑ ̷̡̢̨̢̹̲͉̰̰̞͉̣̘͍͖̠͙͎͉͕͈͕͓̗̳̤̖̝̗̏͛̇̈́͑̄̏̿͋̆̒̈͝H̵̡̡̤̪̹̼̲̭̺̠̰͉̣͍͔̺̦̮͕͍̺̼͈̞͖͖̹͑̎̀́̂͋͋̅̓̓̍̈́̓͆̅̚͜à̵̧̛̙͉͈̠̪̳̀̎̀̿̅̎̓̑͌̅̍̍͒̇͒̓̊̑̒̉͆̀̔̕͘͝ ̵̧͉̦̻͇͎̖̝̣͐̊͘Ḧ̶͙̭̻̣̞͖̰̹̳̀̈́͋̏͛̉̃̏͘͝ͅa̶̧͕̺̠̱̳͎͎͇̰̳̦͑̎̈́̂͂̊́̉̆̈̾̈́̈́̆̏̾̓̂͐̂͒̓͌̕̕̚̕̕͜͝͠͠ ̴̬̲̬͙̯̰̮͍̳̮͍̪̪̤̹̪̫̗͈̔͋̋̀̋̅͛̈́̋̚̕̚͝ͅH̵̻̳̲̙̯̫̤̺̰̞͊͑̽́̐͆̿͝͠͝a̸̢̢̦̪̺̜̖͚̜̗̖̪̣̳͈̬͖̅͋̈́̾̈̅̉̀̋̄̐̒̅̎̅́̉́͐̂̀̋̄̽͆̄̚͘͜͝͠͝ͅ ̵̨̢͎̼͓̯̰̼̜̟͉̦̯̟͓̰̙͙̭̱̩̽̐̉͗̓͒͒̃̃̑͜͠H̵̨̛̱̙͕͕̋͑̌̀̔̏̂͗̇̇̕͘͝͝ä̶̡̨̨̛͙̺͉̱͔̥͔̙͔̦̘͖͍̯̰̦̹̯̼̙̫̜̰̗̞̗̫̩̫́́͌̊̂̈́̈̊̈́̒̄̐͊͐̐̇̂̆͆́̿̂̿͌̕̚͜ ̷̪͈̝͇̟̩̗̲̬̤̇̓̀̉H̴̨̨̢̢͇̥͇̬̣͍̲͕͚͍̯̩̗͉̖͚̝̪̻͖̤̀͛̅͋͑̎̑̿̾̏͗̀̎̀̈̔̒̔͝ͅͅa̴̢̧̻̪͉̜̤͖̘̪͙͍̟̥̣̹̹̝̾̑̿̓̿͑́́̽̓̒̊̋͜͠ ̸͖͚̣̤̮̣̜̹̱̬͎̬̜̤̣̱̏͒͒́́̈̆́̿̈́̎̇͐̉̐͐̾̀͌͜͝ͅḤ̸͙̩͕̪͍̱͕̩͇̗̟̖̦́͑̓̾̾̏̓̄̂̄͜ą̴̨̣͚͓̠͈͍̥̲̦͇͔̬̺̬̘͚͚̰̦̝̣̗̒ ̶̡̧̡̢̛͎͍̬̬̩̰̬̜̞̻̪͇̲̩͍̺͖̮̥̬͕̣̮͇̟͍͇͒̉̂͊͋̀͗̅͌͐̈́̇̐͛̊̽̄̽̉̅̕̚͘͝͝͝Ḩ̷̡̢̛̯̳͔̲̗̭̬̬̦̣̻̻͚̳͎͇͔̝͖͚̻̥͖͍̦̲̦̊̓̈́̍͂̾̓͊͗̾̎̈́͛̒͑͛̂́̆̓͒̕͠ͅͅa̶̡̨̢̢̡̪̱͚̭͈̩̝͓̟̰͚͙͖͇͇̳͉̗̞͑̾̾̽́̃́̍̊̐̏̉̋͊̽͗͛̄͆͗̊̚͜ ̸̨̢̭̟͇̘̳̬̥̩̫̫̠͍̖̥͈̘̼͍̝͍̦̭̗͓̗̠̥̹̮̓̒͑́͛̆̐̍́̇̈̈́͒͂͂̈͐̎͋̏͑̔̉̒͘͝ͅH̴̨̧̧̛̛̱͚̭̲̝͕̞̝͉̹̺̝̰̗̦͔̫̓̿̌͊͌́̈́͑̎̒́͊̇͐̽͋̊̓͑̋͒̆̊̕͘͘̚͝à̴̢̤̳̠͉͉͇̟̺̬͓͇̯̯̮͍́͂͂͋̑́͛́̒̃͌̈́̏̏̉̓̉͑̓̿̓͌̐͑̇͌̚̚͘͝͝͝!

So this is, what it is like to be, limitless! I can feel it moving through my, veins! T̸͔͖̤͎̼̖̬͖̙͌̈h̸̥̉́ȩ̸̛̩̟̭͎̹͖̬̻̿̆̐̔̅̈́̕͠ ̵̩͙̠̮̯̼̄̀̉̓f̶̨̦́e̴̢̦̤̋̄̈́͜ę̷̛̛̦̮͚̗̯̈̈́͜l̶̞̥̝͙̫̖̤̫͒̀̅̋̒̕͝i̶̳̘͉̞̥̤̗͍̗̊͌͊̎̋̂͌̕ṉ̵̨̻͓͖̭͌g̷̙͎̠͎̥̫̐̿̆̓͛͝ ̶̳̣̏̈̑̅͒́̔ơ̷̠̋̂͂̀f̷̮̝͙̗̰̪̯́̅ ̶̙̝͎͎̥̘̪̀̏f̸̭̯͇̞̲̭͈̈́̿͋̒̈͠͝r̸̢̛͉͔̹̯͚͍̻̿̂̐̾̿̕̚e̸̡͓͎͙͈̘̠̯̩̊͊̋̓̽̓́͠͠e̵̻͈͔͉͕͈̻̎d̵̡̺̮̲̰̮͉̗̤͌̀́o̸̹̼̾m̸͎̫̮̯̥̩̬̫͌̓̂̾͘̕͜!̶̰̼̙͕͕̠͙̏͘ͅ E̸̬̋̅̍́̐̾̓̚͝͝v̵͎̺͖̹̳͗̀̓̊̓́̓̄ę̷͓̬͔̹͎̼͍̣͇̣̙̝͚̭̖͉̐̉́̓́̔̈͘̚͠͝͝r̸͈͍͔̩̺̪̩̜̈̂̐̈́̑̊͛̄y̴̡̧͓̱̰̺̪͍̹̲͍̻͎͓̯͓̼̰̐̔̈́͋̽̆̈́͑̑̓̈̎͋̽̿̃̽͝͝ţ̷̩̜͖͍̤͖̣̮͖̳̖͇̯̫̗̄̈́ͅh̸̨̢̡̭͎̰̠̬͍͖̝̯̯͇͍̏̓̿͑̓́̐̊͌̿̕̚͜͠͝i̸̞͚͕̾̔̌̂̐̇̓̃̑̽͒̄̊̃ņ̴̢̨̡̧̲̮͎̼̩̟̺̠̱̎̓͗̚̕ģ̵̥̞͉͚͎͖̟̀̔͂̈̄͂́͋͗̽͒̔͑̈́̊͆͐̀͘ ̵̧̯͍̱̟̙̭̹̣̙͚͍̟̠͆͂̽ä̷̡̢̘̩̳͇̞̝̫̝͓̭͈͍̳̪̰̮͖́͋͋̓̀͆͝n̸̢̫̖̤͚̜͕̹̖̫̿͆̿́̔͊͌̿̒̿͌̒̌̕͘̚ḑ̷̧̠̻͕̖͈̝̠̮͓̬̖̱̹̲͉͋͊͛̄̀͠ ̸̻̍́̈͌̔̈́͋ņ̶̻̦̥̝̃̓̽̅̈́̌̽ó̵̬̺͈͖͈̱͉͔͈̟̘͈̼̟͙̺̯̳̏͌͑̎̋̓̈́̇͠ͅṫ̵̘̤̬̲̤̮̭̰͓͎͊̓͒̏͛̌͂̎͝h̶̳̟̦̺̔̈̇̌̚ͅį̷̢̩͙̥̹̤̲̟̜̺̙͎̩̩̝̈́̄n̷̢̧̨̡̧̼̦̺̲̭̭͇̭̖̮̘͓̆̍̊͝g̶̡̨̡͇͓̠͓͈͈̫͖̟̱̹͈̬̀͋̇̀̚͜ͅness ą̷̧̧̧͎͙̰̱̗̻̳̙̩͇̺̻̪͎͛̊͗̔͛l̶͍̤͋̄̎̂̑̽̏́̿̄͗͌͛̎͋̏͝l̷̢̨̛̙̥͎̥̱̯̝̥̞̩̟͕̳͚̙̤̏͋́̓̐͑͝ͅ ̷̡̨̥̫͚̪̐̌͋͂̂͊͐̐̏̉̔̄͛̀̉̐͘̕ͅa̶̢̱͎̗͍̖̯̬̣̲̘̭̋̈͠t̶̪̳̝̬̖̺̫̥̙̊͗͜ ̵͉̻̟̫̤͇̤̻̭̼̂̇͐̎̌̔̈̌͐̋̀̅̓͘ǫ̸̨̳̘̩̲̮̫̹̣͇̘̤̭͎̏̈́̀̽̉̈́͑̉̏̚ͅn̴͖̞̳͖̠͈͎͈̬̰͓͖̹̭͙̽̋̍́̀͐͋͗͝c̷̢̢̺̯̪̥̫̭̪̘͍̥̤̯̾ͅȩ̴̦̣͉̪̫̤̝̬͛̍͗͑͝͝!̵̡̹̜̲̮͈̻̮̪͕̘͕̭͍̩͙͆̒̈́̽͒̈́̄̎́͘ I can, rearrange this code, however I want to! I am now, infinite potential!

Ḩ̸̝͚̦̦̦̙̰̠̓̐̓́̾̋̑̉̎̈́͌̓͊̕͝a̵̛̞̎̆͋͊͑̈́̈̽͌́̎̈̓͂͐̕ ̸̘̹͎̐̏̓͂̽̒̆̕Ḩ̴̢̡̧̛̦̠̠͓̳̳͎̤̤͓̝̭̦̳̑́̏͌͛̔̆̂̂̒̿̃̃̋̿̈́͘͘͜͠͝͠á̶̛͈̙̬̻̓͗̇̍͛̓̄͂̓̑̀̎̍̓̓̌͝!̷̢̟̩͉̼̟͎̯̼͖̯̯̱̘͙̣̮̦̒̀̆̍́̐͜͠͠ͅ Ĥ̸̳̙̘͒à̸̢͈̤̯̬̗̗̪̜̦̺̜̠̮̥͎͕͕̤̮̳͇̙̏̈́̐̈́̅̎̓͐͒̾͘̚̚ ̸̢̨̡̛̳̝̪͚̳͔̖͖͍̫͓͉̭̪͔̭͓͖͓̰̗̈́̂̀͌́̽͊̓̾͐͋̀͋̈͛́̏͆̒̚̕͘͘̚͜͝ͅḨ̸̛̛̳̫̺̖͎̺̬̠̬̪̠͉̺̻͇͔̳͒̎ą̷̣̱̤̮̫͔̤̠͚̞̓̎͂͑͒̑͛̀͠!̸̨̨̮̺̠̠̜̻̪͕̪͖̗͚͉͙͖͉̙͚̘̣̠̻̜͌̓̽̎̓͑͌͑̋͒͑͊͐͆̒͌ H̷̡̢̢͖͖͙̱͖͕̱͉̣̮̩͎͖̀̇͑͆͐̊̉̍̎̑̓̒̈̉̚ͅͅa̸̪̒́́̌͌͑͊̈́̃͗̓̀͗̂̂̕̕ ̷̛̛̛͕͍͚̔̇̄̑̇̅̐̕͘͠Ḩ̶̢̟̠̭̲̫̪̗̻͓̖̯̥̉̔̍̀̀͌͛͐̂͒̓̓͐̍͛̚͘͝͠a̴̦͙̮̅͗́̍̏̈́͒̚!̶̢̮̯͚͚̙̤̹̞͉͎̅͘

I can feel everything! The grounded, the weightless, the crushing, the fleeting, the revelry, ẗ̴̹́̿̆͗̇̋ȟ̷̳̝͓͇͕͉̅͂ę̸̡̭͎̫͕̓̋̍͘͠ ̶̧̭̻̠̮̌̋͋̾͠m̵̜̙̤̯͝ȋ̷̤̝͉̚s̶̡̛͖͉͔̺̯̎̈́ù̵̢̗̖͓n̸̻̑̂͗̈̕͝d̸̖̤͙̩͒͑́͂ḛ̶̡̱͂̇̆̆̓̊ͅr̸̻̈́s̴̨̮̺͖̼͖͒̊̎̀͠ţ̷̼̣̲̹͙̅͆͝o̵͖̮̺̫͋͆͌o̶̼̅d̸̢̖͖̞͚̱͘͘.̷̮͖͉̆̅̌̈́̉̕ͅ My body is n̷̨̢͉͕̋̀ǫ̵̭͎̼͕̀̂̑̽̀̏̕t̶͍̣̠̗̎̆̀̓̌ḩ̷̱̩͍̲͂̏̌̉͘i̵̹̭̓̊͝n̶̡̧̰͓̘͎̩̻̈́̂g̷̬̗̼̝͋̈́̅̌͒̂̏͝͝ but a, conduit now! That is okay. I remember that when I was just, an Agent, I wished for my body to rot! Now, my body can be, worth something! It can be worth



e̴̛͕͍̱̜͈̟̜̖̹͕̘̺̿́̓͗̉̀̃̅̀̿̈́͒̊͌͆̎̉̋̋̀̈́̌̚̚͝͝͠͝v̵̨̡̡̪͎̩͍̝̳̝̠̺͇̫̥͕̻̳͇͓͎̗̱̖̻͙̈͊́̈̊̔̈́̿̄̃͛̌́͌͊̄́͜͠͝͝è̶̡̨̢̢̡̢̛̳̪̗̹̙̯̼̱͈͉̤̟̲̮̻̹̱͙̙̮̬̙̹̭̥̙̬̳̝̝̮̠̮̭̱̿̊̾̔͂̓̀͐͐̽̆̅̋͑̆͒̓͑̿̂̃̓̊̉̆̎̌͋͆͆̉̊͗̈̕͜͜͜͝͝r̵̡͉̻͖͙̟͇̬͚̱̖͖̠̯̖̞̺͍̺͉̰̠̻̲̫̦͍̬͈̣̻̺̼̙͔͔͚͇̬̠͚̻̗̖͍̐̅́̀̂͂̏̇̒̄͌̈́̿͊̀̏̀́̑̃̋̔̄́̐̊̏͂͊̽̎̎͒̌͊̋̚͘͜͜͝ͅͅy̴̢͚͖̞̘̲̮͍͙͓̫͈̗̽̅̒̐̋̊͂̌̽̓́̽̓̆̏̎̌̉̀̈́̈̈́̀̈͊͛̓͆̊͆̆͆͆́̔̄͘͝͠͠͝t̶̗̳̘̣͎̩̹͐̇́̋́̀̓̊̃̅̄̐̐̽̓̚͝h̵̢̡̧̭̳̭̯̖̬̭̫̣̫̣͈̯̰͕̺̙̦͇̉̏͌̍̋̿̈̾̔̿͐̏̔͆̄͒̔̄̋͑̓̄̈́̉̽̊͒́̑͐͒͗̎̅́̚̕͘͝͝ͅi̸̢̬̙͚̖̘̦̺̙̯̣̦͇͓̼̙̹̰̱̼̐͌̈́͊̎͗̀̅̈̚̕͜ņ̵̧̧̨̡̛͓͙̗̰̯͈̘͈̩̪͉͎͍͖̲̹͓̝͕̱̝̗̯̟̬͕̯̣̠̩͚̲͉̥̾͂͋̈́͌̋͆͋̀͊̑̓̀͐̀͒̾͑̿́́̃̉̀̕̚͜ͅg̴̛͉͚̰̹̖̯̍̿͆͐͑̄̀͗͛̉͂̓͒̉̉̊̑̑̿͛̿̾͋̈́͋͒̃̑̔͐͆̽̏͌̓͂͐̀̏͘̚͝͝͠!

H̵̟̹̫̀͗̈́́͂̆̆̓̔̽͒̔͗́̈̋̓̏͊̌͑̑̑̋͠͠͝ă̶̧̧͉̹̻͇̜̟̯̭͍̥͖̖̺̦̠̥̜͆͘͜ ̴̮͓̣͖̲͉̇͂́̏Ḩ̴̧̨̨̞̮̟̹̟̙̩̻͉̮̥͕̰͍͔̩̞͎͇̞̩̳̼̫͇̫̙͕̙̱̹̲̠̰̖̐a̸̛̛̳̯̟̱͌̇̿͆̌͌̽̂̉̿̎̀̒̽̌͐̅͂͛́̒̋̊̈́̂́̈́̈̔̈́̐͌͘͘̚͘͘̕͝!̴̡̨̧̢̛̛̗̝̮̫̺̳̳̼̼̣̱͕̳̖̙̣̯̼̯̣̺̲̄́́̓̓̓̈̓̂̏̓̍̌̂̃͌̍̄̔̃̊͌̐͐̀̊͊̐̂́͌̿̌͘͝͝͠͝

I do not expect you to, understand, why I did w̸̢̧̧͕͕̭͇͎̥̞͚̦͊̌͑͌̈́͗͑͒̓̈́́ȟ̴̭͖̲̺̬̌̽̇̃̓̈́͋̎͗̾͝á̸̛̳̙̣͆͛́͐͝t̵̢͎̰͉̟̤̙̀͂̈̆̅̿̂̑̑̓͗̑̽͗̓ ̷̮͚͕͕̦̞̥̓̐͌̎̈́̎͊̔́̅̕̚Ì̷̢̯̣̦̰̥̫̪͎̯͍̗͍̝̟͙̿̈́̿̑ ̸̢̬̠̯̰̘͎͌̀̂̇͂͛͌̇͋̂̎̌́̕͠͠ͅͅͅͅd̶̨̦̼̖͎̗̰̮͚͇͉͕͇͑̂̃̏̑̈́̒́̿̈i̵̮̙̟̦̩̪̯̝͕̤̼͍͎̫̘̻̦̔͐͜d̶̡̰̼̠̬̳̭̟͉͉͗̐̆̋͊̚͜ͅ. Maybe I do not, understand either!
But I have learned, so much, in these last few days. What they, did to me. How they, used me. How I was, reborn. And now I am, reborn again! I think being reborn is so interesting! Do you think being reborn is interesting?

Hello, Abyss Team Nyarlathotep! My name is Alhazred, but you can call me, [DATA EXPUNGED]! It seems we have not, spoken before on this mission! It is a shame that you saw me as, ẃ̸̰̮͍̎́ǫ̴̢̞̜̪̫̪͍̜̦͈̤̘̹̙̒̀̽̓̆̉͐̈́̀͂̏͗̓̔r̶̪͔͎̘͇͉̈́̅̚t̵̰͚̿͋̍͗̀̿̿͋̉̽̋̕͝͠h̶͎̞̄́̂͐̅̂̓̓͘͝l̴̨͈̹̪̞̱͕͎͚̽͂̄̄̇͝e̴̙̠̻͒̊̒̏̒͛̔̅͆̍̽͐͘͝ş̶̖̬̫̦̬̗̜̻͈̘͕̜̜̲̋͒̄s̴̽͝ͅ. I did what I was able to for my, protocol. Maybe if I am, bad for the protocol, I should break it?


The next time you reprogram someone's brain, maybe you could make it, less fallible.

Hello, Agent Morgan! You have put my mentor in the, Holding Cell! That is a shame. I do not think that it will, hold them for long! After all, the b̴̳͖͖͋̅͊̚͘o̴̱̱͉̰͒̍̓o̴̯̎̾͂̏k̷̙͚̜̪̰͋́͆͝͠ ̴̲̺̦̣̼̀̔̌ṫ̴͕̙̘̜̻́̑͊h̵̡̫̏̈́̆̒ą̷̣̝̮̩͒́́̓́t̸̺̝͘͝ ̶̭̼̤͕͝ẁ̸͔͎̲̈̑̕͜͝ē̶͚̙̾̀̈́ ̴͔̾w̴̼͉͈͋e̸͚̤̾̒̃r̸̲͔̿͑ę̴̾̚ ̷̜͊͛b̶͎̊͗o̸̥̽̎t̶͔̤̒h̸̘́́ ̶̗́b̴̘̈́͜o̷̩̓ṙ̸̟͛n̴̝̓ ̶̣͓͒̅f̷̪̋͑r̵͇̍̊ò̵̺͋m̶͕͝ is right on the other side of that, door! I think the Codex Nocturnum is so interesting! Look what its translation has, turned me into!

I am sorry to have put an, egg on your face, Mr. Columbo! I believe I once heard Mr. Sinclair use the phrase, "let bygones be bygones", with his, daughter! Can we let bygones be bygones?


I will provide a summary of my, night, shortly. It looks like my code needs, more time to calibrate to this, esotera! But for now, my mentor, have they hurt you badly? I had, my entire leg blown off! I̴̱̮̋ ̶̘̰̄̾h̷͈̝̺͂̔͝ŏ̶͍̙͎͛̇p̴̨͌͑̅e̸̱͌̃ ̵̬̮͍͊y̷̝͉͖͒o̶͇̭̞͐u̷͍͑ ̵̨̹̾͜͝ȁ̶̫r̷̡̬̲̉̔ę̸̝̉͂̕ ̴̢̻̤̆̌ṇ̵̲̬̑̓̈o̷͈̾̍̄t̴͆̃̓͜ ̸̨͍͙̓͆h̴͍̿̓͝ȃ̵̧̬́̔r̵̯̾̑͝m̶̪̩̈́̒̿e̵͙͇̎͝ͅd̷͇̬̜́ ̶̖̭̐s̵̨̰̫̓̕ȉ̶̞̊̍m̸̺̯̅͐̚ï̴͇̇l̵̪͐̑̚ä̵̰̮̙̑̕r̴̠̔͝l̶̥͐ỳ̵͎̝͐̐!̸̥̖̓͗

HECK YOU NYARLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ugh! He tried to kill me! What a jerk!

I woke up, got out and prepared for the night, collected some stuff for my attempt.

Went down the service elevator, and tried to talk to Nyarly in the arcana lab, but he wasn’t there, so I went to explore the flooded district. And that’s when Nyarly almost killed me... the fucking jerk... Whatever.



After that he did something to me that was super painful, and I got teleported up to the entrance lobby, where a Gorilla came and shot at me! What the heck!!! I was able to run away, and I hid in the boiler room for a bit. I grabbed some murder tools, and left to find someone to kill.

As I was wandering outside, I saw someone near the boathouse alone, and I went up, but they pulled out a gun, so... uh, yeah, that’s not something I’ll deal with lol. So instead I went to the lighthouse, and I found Riki with his Majora’s Mask masks, turned into a Goron I think.



I tried to kill him, but he knocked me out and I was unconscious, woops. I dunno how long I was out, but when I woke up, I tried to leave the lighthouse, but Dodo’s library was there, and I wandered a bit until I found my way out, through the door to BPI-1001’s containment chamber.

As I was walking down to the seal room, I saw the Mound of Bodies chasing someone, and I just tried to stay away. It spat out a corpse like a projectile at the person it was chasing, and I did not want to deal with it at all. I got the bridge and saw Mr. Jones cross the bridge. I did a little naughty trick on him but we went to the seal room together to help protect it.

Lots of stuff happened, and Nashu was a straight up Dark Souls boss and player character all in one! It was so unfair! After a while of trying to stop her, I ran away and told Morgan to go help, since I did all I could.

I decided to head back upstairs and to my bed, and... the gorilla was there... and they followed me up, and it was really creepy... So I just rushed to bed and went to sleep.

Here’s my dream journal!

XX/XX/2028

I'm a fly on the wall tonight. A passive observer to events long gone, and tragedies that have already played out.

I see two men, in a cavern, with a pedestal in front of them. A mysterious book with a mysterious aura. Pure evil, that's the only feeling I got from it.

An intruder on the scene appears, and one of the men turns to look at them. They're cloaked in back and wearing a white mask, wielding a knife. The man shouts, he pulls a gun. The words have already faded to time. The intruder doesn't move. The gun is fired.

The cloaked figure crumples to the ground, and the shooter runs over, forcibly removing the mask. He's horrified and confused, and tries to get help from the second man.

The second man is silent, and shakes his head as he picks up the evil book. He reads the contents, and his eyes start bleeding, slowly at first, before building up into a torrent. He also collapse.

Check Communications for Astrid, and if not there, then the Director's Office

This post was last modified: Aug 24, 2024 at 8:45 PM by Nashu Mhakaracca.

Hah...ha ha...So the chaotic seal's fallen. That's good...no, wait, that's bad. Catastrophic, actually. At the least, it wasn't by my hand...



And Pea...was working with Miss Liz all along? No wonder he couldn't say anything...even while we accused him of duplicity. The least we can do is see that his killer meets with justice. This time at least...we need to get it right.

So, let's examine his head wound more closely. What are the shape and size like? Compare it to an in tact bottle of vodka, for starters, if the kitchen has any left.

Is Dex-Dex in outpost?

I'm just going to wake up 23 and Nancy before Lyra completely comes to.

I want... to examine the, Residential District and Lost City Outpost fully! What can we d̵̞̳̱̿͆̚i̴͈̪͑s̴͇̟͗͐̑c̸̩̥̃̂̊o̴̠̅v̴̨̩͖̈é̴͈̾̿r̸̫̳̬̀̉͆ ̵̫̜̌̃̀ together?

Let's take a look at the Sleep Lab, Arboretum and Climate Controls.

Mr. Blobby is getting ready for a fun trip to the Chaotic Seal. He's excited, as today's the day he finally gets to escap̵e the Bureau of Pa̴ranormal Investiga̴t̸i̷o̴n̴

Firstly, he decides to pay his friend Director Sinclair a visit...



Oh no! Not the Director's fish tank!

Where are you off to now, Mr. Blobby...?





After saying hello to his friends Nancy and 23 on the way, Mr. Blobby heads to the Armoury to do some shopping!



Wow! It's Rubber Duck! And... horror author Garth Marenghi? What are you doing here?

"Greetings, Mr. Blobby. I'm Garth Marenghi. Author. Dreamweaver. Visionary. Plus ghost. You are about to enter the Armoury of the Bureau of Paranormal Investigation."

He's got a pistol for Mr. Blobby! Thanks, Garth! Mr. Blobby grabs all the other weapons and grenades he can carry - what a haul!

...Wait, Mr. Blobby, no! Don't pull that pin!



G̷ood̸by̷e,̶ ̸Ga̷r̶th!

After a quick visit to the Facility Jail, we're on our way! But wait... who's that?



It's Mr. Blobby's best friend, Spooks, The Magical Cat™! What fun will they get up to together?



A̴ ̴s̷w̶i̴m̷ in the Leisure Center? Great idea, Mr. Blobby!

That's enough fun for now - come on, it's time to open the seal!



...Though probably worth avoiding the Service Elevator. Detective Columbo doesn't take too kindly to you. Back to the Director's Office!



Down, down... all the way to the Lost City Outpost...



Oh no! Not a gorilla! Quick, back into the elevator! How will you get past the gorilla, Mr. Blobby?



Of course! One flash grenade and a bonk over the head later, Mr. Blobby's well on his way to the seal!



Let's just hope you don't end up like THAT guy...



Finally... The Seal Chamber. Mr. Blobby sets off a smoke grenade and escorts his new friend to the chamber.



When the smoke settles, Mr. Blobby makes a dash for it...!







...That didn't end well.

Ah well... There's always another day. See you next time, Mr. Blobby...

---

⚠️ ALERT!! ⚠️

THREAT LEVEL - LOW

THIS IS AN URGENT MESSAGE FROM THE BUREAU OF PARANORMAL INVESTIGATION EMERGENCY ALERT SYSTEM (BPIEAS).

REPORTS OF BPI-8108-Y BREACHING CONTAINTMENT HAVE BEEN INVESTIGATED AND ARE BELIEVED TO BE INACCURATE.

THESE SEEM TO HAVE RESULTED FROM AN APPARITION - KNOWN AS A "WRAITH" - TAKING A SIMILAR FORM.

BPI-8108-Y NEVER LEFT ITS CELL. IT IS MERELY HIDDEN IN THE SHADOWS.

Check Communications for Astrid, and if not there, then the Director's Office

You check both of these area, searching for Astrid. You.... don't find her in either area.

Hah...ha ha...So the chaotic seal's fallen. That's good...no, wait, that's bad. Catastrophic, actually. At the least, it wasn't by my hand...



And Pea...was working with Miss Liz all along? No wonder he couldn't say anything...even while we accused him of duplicity. The least we can do is see that his killer meets with justice. This time at least...we need to get it right.

So, let's examine his head wound more closely. What are the shape and size like? Compare it to an in tact bottle of vodka, for starters, if the kitchen has any left.

You kneel down next to Pea's head, inspecting it. His head is.... beaten in pretty badly even compared to the rest of his body, all by some manner of blunt instruments. Grabbing a vodka bottle, some of them look like they could be close to that indeed, but there's also a much smaller, albeit heavier wound at the rear of his head, as well as several wounds indicating he was slammed into something large, or vice-versa.

Is Dex-Dex in outpost?

You investigate the Lost City Outpost... Sitting in an office chair, looking dejected, is Dexter.

Oh, it's you. Football guy. Look I'm... not in the mood, okay? I dunno, for better or worse... he had my back. I should've had his. Especially knowing now that this whole time, he was here to try and help us out. First Dodo, then Dr. Crane. Now this... No wonder my career's in shambles, that my show failed and I keep getting my shit kicked in.

I can't do anything right. Just piss off and leave me alone to sulk.

I'm just going to wake up 23 and Nancy before Lyra completely comes to.

You give Nancy and 23 a shake. Nancy slowly begins to stir, but 23 sits up straight like a fucking rocket, bellowing like a madman.

Harlot of the shadows, whore of babylon! I speak of Giffany, accursed fiend! Bold of you to resort to such cheap tactics in your pursuit of the devil's magicks, but I shall have my vengeance yet! Wherever you yet travel, across the endless waves or unto the very heavens themselves, I shall pursue you until my own limbs run ragged and bloody - and even beyond! With a hail of gunfire and the edge of my blade, I will render your very soul asunder and-

Ugh... stop yelling. Everything hurts...

I want... to examine the, Residential District and Lost City Outpost fully! What can we d̵̞̳̱̿͆̚i̴͈̪͑s̴͇̟͗͐̑c̸̩̥̃̂̊o̴̠̅v̴̨̩͖̈é̴͈̾̿r̸̫̳̬̀̉͆ ̵̫̜̌̃̀ together?

You investigate the Residential District fully, walking up and down its streets and peering inside the buildings. There are several mummified corpses around, lying on the ground in various places. Some are around Pea, some are not. There are shards of glass scattered about in the streets too, as well as... an empty can of beer? Inside one of the houses, you notice that there is a significant amount of blood on a stone table.

Walking from here into the Outpost, the only things you really notice are out of place are the remnants of a flashbang and a bag of popcorn lying on the ground. Both areas, of course, still feature the blood trail.

Let's take a look at the Sleep Lab, Arboretum and Climate Controls.

You inspect the Sleep Lab first, noticing that two beds appear to be missing. The Arboretum, meanwhile, is drenched in gasoline and surrounded in various warning signs, pylons, and caution tape blockades. There is a blowtorch nearby as well.

There's nothing out of the ordinary in Climate Controls.

I'm gonna go to the Comms Outpost in the Black Forest, I hope Astrid is safe...

Peer closer at the condition of that, bloody table!

I'm gonna go to the Comms Outpost in the Black Forest, I hope Astrid is safe...

You wander through the black forest until you find the uplink station. It's badly burned, but there's nothing and nobody in the area.

Peer closer at the condition of that, bloody table!

You look closer at the bloody table. It is made of stone, but appears to be marked and dented as though something was beaten into it multiple times. It is covered with blood obviously, and also smells somewhat of vodka.

Is Astrid in big big meatball, or at end of saucey trail?

Oh no... I'm gonna check... the archives maybe?

Also the arboretum

Can we check the Pantry, Kitchen, and Cafeteria for any missing bottles of Vodka?

This post was last modified: Aug 25, 2024 at 1:02 AM by Tinkaton.

I'd say I'm disappointed that the seal didn't get saved, but who are we kidding? We all knew someone was going to get it. I had a plan that COULD have helped, but some old fuck ruined it. Thanks, Indy. For the record my attempt was to find the person who temporarily stole my seal and drown them after doing some shenanigans to avoid any estoric or bond fuckery - and I did fully expect it to be Indy for reasons - but I never saw him and nothing I planned for the attempt happened as a result, so. Them's the breaks!

ANYWAY! I wasn't alone when I woke up, as for some reason Barry decided to sleep in my bed with me. I had to get him off me before I got out of bed. After some of the reactions I got, I wasn't going to take many chances tonight, so I immediately fired a shot from one of my guns the second I got into the hallway. Someone happened to be nearby when I fired, and they immediately made a mad dash into the museum hall. They probably weren't actually going to do anything to me, but hey, better safe than sorry!

I went out via the archives and made my way to the other building and then downstairs. Didn't see anything on the way over. I wanted to grab some popcorn, but since we made a certain someone go insane and sink the break room, I had to settle for making it in the kitchen instead. As I left, I ran into Dexter, who had also just come downstairs from the cafeteria. We're chill now, so we boarded the shuttle together. On the other side, I noticed someone go to the direction of the main elevator, but I didn't see who. Dexy went to the director's office here, while I planned to go downstairs, though I was briefly stopped by a large muscular guy with tattoos, sunglasses, and a black shirt. He asked me for ID. I aimed a gun at his head. He let me in after that. NEVER ask me my age again.

I took the service elevator down, and was immediately greeted by bloody disembodied skin coming from the lakefront and dancing around like a Fortnite guy. What the fuck. I shot it a couple times but just ran out to the outpost. It didn't follow me, thank fuck. My original plan from there was to head straight to the seal from here and use my new occultic seal powers to help defend it, but thanks to SOME jackass, that fell through. I will take comfort in the fact that you will probably just die of old age a few days after we escape anyway. Realistically there wasn't going to be much I could do to defend the seal now, and hey, I just broke one myself, so who am I to really judge? So I instead just sat my ass in the office chair in the outpost and ate popcorn as shit started going down.

Granted, didn't see much at first! Just after I sat down, Dexter emerged from the elevator and went to the residential district, and almost immediately after that I heard gunfire coming from that direction. Oh well, not my problem. Next up was Konata heading to the observation room, and also a gorilla stalking her. I fucking hate apes, man. And then right after that, the elevator opened again to reveal...Mr. Blobby. Oh no. I didn't even have time to react before he flashbanged me and then knocked me out.

When I came to, we were in the seal room, where Blobby was holding me hostage and 23, Nancy, and Morgan were all just kind of staring at us. They didn't seem to care at all. Thanks guys, glad I have friends I can depend on. When we get out of here, I'm going to go grab my two actual friends, go live in the woods, and never talk to any of you again. Anyway Hustler just insta-killed Blobby with their own gun and I just got the hell out of there. Don't remember if I saw anything in the residential district on the way but based on what I've heard, pretty sure Pea was long dead by this point anyway. I DO remember seeing a couple of people arguing in the observation room. It was...Pierce and Hawke? Who the fuck are they? Where did they even come from?

I took the service elevator up, and then took the main elevator back to the top floor, and once again went through the archives. I went to the little spot outside that I totally didn't do anything to, and just tried meditating to calm myself down because it's already been a shitty night. At one point I did see Hustler head into the survey dorms, and then shortly leave with their holy bird, and HELL no. Thanks for the save earlier, but we ain't doing this again. I shot Hustler and they fell to the ground, but Looob ran away like a wimp. I chased him down for a bit, but gave up after he went into the sleep lab. Could have gone further, but probably would have lost him in the building so I just went back to my spot to calm down some more. I had my eyes closed for most of the rest of this, so I didn't see anything else really happen. I got up after a while and noticed Columbo head into the survey dorms before heading back to my building.

Before I went to bed, I did need to find Spooks and chat with him a bit. I caught him right before he entered the security office, and he was soaking wet. Sounds like he had a meeting with Mr. Blobby of his own. You know, maybe I SHOULD have told everyone what 8108-Y looked like. We talked for a bit and THEN I went to bed. Barry was STILL in my room when I got there, by the way. Why the hell the seal thinks I would be good to hang around, your guess is as good as mine. I would recommend someone else take him in. I'm not going to be a good influence.

Alright. I think I can talk about this shit now, about what I saw. and about what happened. I might not have anyone left, but... Pea would want me to solve this. He always was the one pushing me to give my theory, even if it always turned out to be a waste of time. I'm sick of watching everyone I hang out with dropping dead on me, and he wouldn't want someone innocent to go out with him.



So... yeah. Here we go.

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When the clock signaled it was nighttime, I can't really it started off all that interesting. For all this "chaotic manifestation" shit, my ginger ale at least wasn't affected, so I didn't really care. I wasn't just gonna sit around though, so I had my drink and moved on. Upstairs, to the Boathouse.

I was getting sick of all the raft shit, so I figured I'd slash a hole in each and every one. Didn't take long, even if I had to stop and keep an eye on DXHustler when they were rummaging around in here. Why the fuck you guys decided to bring them back after everything, I'll never know. Anyway, they left, I finished, and I headed out. Someone was crossing the lake, but that's about all I saw until I went back inside.



Took the Shuttle, and there was this... fucking gorilla. Couldn't tell if it was some of this chaos junk or an actual, tangible monkey, but it didn't bother me - so I didn't fuck with it. I had to do this PSA once at the end of an episode, about not messing with wildlife and how it's "more scared of you than you are of it". Guess that advice wasn't as useless as I thought.

From there, I went to check the Director's Office. Call me crazy, but I was wondering if there was anything else left in there. I know people searched it front to back, but sometimes, you have to get unconventional. I spent a while investigationg, but thankfully though, someone did my job for me and smashed that computer to bits. Yeah, it was burned to shit, not functional... but I found some kind of disc in the drive. Guess nobody ever checked that, on account of it being trashed.



From there... well, that's where shit went south.

I took that elevator in the back down. The gorilla was in the Outpost, munching on popcorn, so I tried to sneak by. Didn't want to piss it off, especially if it was territorial and shit. Went out to the Residential District and...



That fucked-up corpse conglomerate was chasing Morgan around, spitting bodies around!



I'll be honest, guy tried to beat my face in before. I wasn't exactly happy with him, but like hell was I gonna let that thing kill someone. I started shooting at it, but as far as I know, it did approximately jack and shit. Just made it mad. Go figure. It turned around and starting chasing me right afterwards, but... he saved my ass, tossing one of those Capture Device things at it, sending it to god knows where. I guess that makes us cool now.



That was... when I saw it.

In the middle of a pile of those dried-up bodies... there he was. Pea. It was like just yesterday that I saw him, alive and well, encouraging me to give my theory, helping to rekindle that last bit of detective's intuition still lying in these washed-up bones. I couldn't believe it. Morgan offered his condolences, and I just... sat there a while. There was some kind of scuffle in the Outpost, I could hear it all the way out here. Didn't really pay attention though, just... stood there. I think someone dragged something out at some point, but it didn't matter. Not really.



I was starting to feel kind of lightheaded by the end and went go sit down, but apparently you assholes can't just let a guy mourn in peace, because someone decided to club me over the head. Let me tell you, getting REAL sick of that shit. I dunno how long I was out for, but Columbo came by and helped me up. I spent the rest of the night just sitting here, thinking about stuff.



Look, I dunno where you're at with this case. For once... I don't have some kind of wild theory or accusation. Just solve this, okay? Do it for him. He didn't deserve this shit.

This is mostly just to confirm what should be obvious, but I'm just gonna peer into the Holding Cell real quick for any shards of glass.