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gaia_star [ The server room ]: This is a room that has mounds and mounds of computer servers. They are still humming, running, and thriving on the same strange thorns and vines. As you look around, you see strange notes. (Roll 1d6 if you wish to see notes - OPTIONAL - and match your dice roll to the results below. You can roll as much as you'd like!)
1: Day ---
I -- and thought she couldn't get any crazier. I was wrong. --- isn't even herself anymore. I'm pretty sure she --- a long time ago. This would explain everything. I wish I had a simple explanation for why this was happening. Is it too late - were we fooled the entire time?
2: Day ---
It seems half of us are not even real anymore. We're just like ---, memory replacements. It must be easy for something made of Knowledge to fool us. Maybe one day we will all be replaced. This is wrong. This is very wrong.
3. Day ---
I feel the infection burning in me now. I know it wont be long now. Call it madness but it calls to me and I know how very, very wrong I have been. -- is not trying to replace us, it is us. We have simply joined together. I know now and I know it's wrong but maybe this is what I want. I don't even remember my name. Who is the one typing here?
4. Day ---
I woke up, and remembered doing nothing. I guess that is okay. --- calls. Not much time.
5. Day ----
I saw my own body wandering around, lumbering like one of those stupid Infected, and the truth hit me hard. It would have been terrifying had I not already realized it. I'm no longer --- and never will be again. It is too late for a cure. Maybe I should have--
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I̬͈̯͍f̤͖͙̥ ̬͇͉̫͇̲̯ou̜̭͎̼̟ͅr ̪̫̤͇͉i̜̳̲̳̜̹̼n̹t̻̦e̩l̩̠̗̲̮l̠ḛ͎c̬͚̝̼ͅt͕̜u͚̦a̳l ̹̟̘̼̪̯p͔̳͈̺a͖̠ͅr̜̜̺ͅt͎̝̯̰ ̝i͙̤̹̯s͈ ͈̯͖̯͇c͎o̘̫̖̹̬͎͚m̫̹͉͎͇̭ͅm̝̣͍͔o̬n̘̤̺̪̜̱̮,̲͖ t̺̺he͇̘̳̖ ̪r̖̣̫͈͖̺ḙ͍̙̙̯̝͖a̻̣̣̩̙̜s͈͇̺͕o̯̖̼̺͎̖̻n̰ ̰̞̹͕a̙̙̟l͔͕s̗̭̖̬̜̗o̭̘̣̰̣̮,̙̼̩̹̲̼̰ ̤in̳ r̟͍̺͓e̦̫͈͎̝s̥̘̻p͇̣e̙c̠̠͉̝̟t͍̯͇̳̗͇ ̬o̪̦͕f̣̘̣̪͙̹ͅ w̼̗̞̙͇͕͔h̻̳̠̩i͈ch ̙̻̝w̪̰e̟̹̥̥͎̟̬ ̫a̖̝̭r̺͎ͅe̹ ̲̰̳͔͇͍̬r͓̞͓̗͓a̦̼͉͕t̤̹͙̤̘i̖o͎͕n͕̣͓̥̣a̭̲͈l ̟̱̻̱b̹e͔͕͈̺̤i̘̥̖̠ng̗s͕̮̥,̼͓͓̬͈ ̳̬͕ͅis ͓̩͉̮c͖̠͓̜̣̫o̬̰̙̘͚̱̼m̩͉͎̝̹̙͍ṃ͎̫oṉ:̥̦̰̖̩͔͍ ̰̭̞͓̺̩̺i̭̬͓̮f ͇͖̖̳̪ͅt͍̖h͔̳̺̣i͚ș͙̻̺ ̖̗̙͇̱i̙̮͎s̞͉͚͎̱ ̣s͇̗o͇͓̮̗̘̣͖,̤̱̣̱͈͍̤ ̤c͔͉o̭̺̼̟̙̠mm̹͇̪̝͓ͅo͖̩̠̝n͎ ͍a̤̘̘̻l̫̹s̰̠ọ̯̬ ͙i̺̼̭̙͎̟s̗͈͓̞̺ ̼̝̫ṯ̼͚͔͎h̖̩̱e̦̤͙̹͔̮͙ ̻re̪̻̫̭̭͉̙a͔̼s̼̩̫̣̗o͈n̦̝̮̤̙̜ ͈ͅw̘̠̙̪̩̺ẖ̠i̠c̮̥̳̗̟͕̤h͚̺̣̭ ͓͉̮c̖̥̜̲̹o̞͚̼̗͚m͓͔m̘͍̭̗̮a̗̱n̲͔d̯̩s̥̻̦ͅ ̘u̠̣̜͕̥s̲̬̲̙̞̥ ̖̫̙͈̳̫w̱͔h̫̥̮͙a͖͕t̤͇̝̙̬̖͓ ̱͚͕͓ț̹̠̙̹ͅͅo͕͕ ̣̭͓d͔̼̲ͅo̼̬͔͈̘̲ͅ,̬̰ ͕͇̗̝͔a̰̙̱̬ṉ͕̰̠d͈̦ ͍̮͕̟̙w̞̱̦̯͈̯h͍̰̫̼a̺̣͇t̥̩̜̠͙ ̖͙̞̩̣̮̬n̫̤͖̟̟̼̣o̘̠t͕̻̖̗̝ t̩͇o̝̠̩̖̠̣ ̭̳d͈̹̜͖͉̣o̩͉̳̺̤;̳̝͍̱ͅ i̠͈̜͖f̝̱̣ͅ ͎̘t̻h̲͎i̭̼͕s̬ ͍̝̣̦̪̻is͉̹̥͚̳̙̼ ̥͙̖̦̺͔s͉̝̥o̭͉̲̯̻̯,ͅ ͎̥̰̺͙͎̙ṯ̩̠͚͇h̻̞̞͈̺̙e̬̮r̗̣͔͇̹̜̭e̜͉̝ ̞is͚ ̣a̜̝̲ͅ ̹͍̺c̹͍o̼̦͎m͖̼̤m̘͓͕̯̯͔o̼̥̱͎n̯ ̠̝̜̩̘̞l̳a̻̖̝͙̰̞ͅw̫̗͍̬͇͈̟ ̥a̯̱̜̼̺l̳̫s͓̭o͍͎;͎͎̤͇̻͉ ̝i͖̲͇̦f ̻̝̹͉̥t̗͉̜hi̻̲̤̖̞s͕̱̪ i̭s̼͇̬̯ s̜̜͔̮̖̫o̬̪̻,̦̬͇ ͎̱͕͍͔w̟̥͔͓̻͇͕e̲̬̹͚̞͍ ̻̘̲̫͔a͉̲r̖͔͉̥̝̖e̪̞̣̲̱̣̭ ͇͕͓̬̞fe̬̰͎̣l͔͉̣̪̣͍l͍̠̗͍̤̳ͅow̦̣͕-̻̗͖̖ͅci̮̦̘t̪͕̮̼i̤̰̥̜̫̞z̩̲̝̬̼̻ḙ͍̹̺ͅn̥̳̮̰͇͎s̘;̖ ̟͎̠̤i̖͉͉͙̫f͕̟̤ ̻̥̫t̻͇̤̻͍h̫͓̦̭͕͍̣i͚͔s͕͓̫̞̙̣ ̪̝͍̮̮̤i̺̘̺̲̼̘͇ș͍͇̩ ̥̳̟̟̭s̫̳͉̹o̝̝,̮̟̱̥̖͔̤ ̲̭w͖̠̤̝ḙ̬̭̭ ̤̲̩̦̻̰̰a͉͙͎͖̖͔ͅre̙̯̘̗̙̖ ̱͕m̭̲̬̟̳e̩̹̟m̖͎͎͎b̹̲er̭̜̘̫̙s͓͔̖ ̝͙̳̘͈o̻͍̦͔f̭ ̘͖̳̬̗̠s͓̟̰̻͎͙o̙͎m͖̲̹̙̜̥e͎̲͍̠̪̼ ̠̮͙͉̺̙̱po͈͙̲l͖̺̪i̟̞t͉̬̗̜i̯̠̟͓̳̻̝c̲a̭l͍͉̠͕͖̣ ̺̲ͅco͇͓̳̪͇̯m̼̣̯̻mun̙̰i̯t̝͍͖͉̯y͈͙͎̹ͅ;̼̹͖ͅ ͕i̫̱͔̹f ͇͙̭͉͍t̙̱̦̟h̦̞̠̗ͅͅi̹s͎̩̺ ̫̦̭̬̟i̪̲̞͍s̹͇͚ ͈̦̲so̬,̫͖̺ ͚̫̘̯̞t͖̝͖͇h̬̰e̩ ̫̱͍͍̥w̗͉͖̱̩̮͓o̬̟̹͍͉r͚̖l̗d̲ ͓̝̜͕̳is̝̝͕ ̭̖i̗n̪ ͕a̤̺͉̜̝͓͈ ̬m̮͎͍̹̭̦a̯͚̤̰͔̻n͓̭̯̼n͚̘̩̪̗̝͙e͇̠̟̼r̗̦͕͉ a̟͖̹̜̯ͅ ̭͕̬͓s̤͇̺̲̼̬t͉̠͖̖̩a̟̯̬̠̱t̘̖e.̤̦̥̯̰̥̜ ̬̥̮͕͔̰̘F̜̲̖͖̲o̞r ͙̗̥͍ͅof̼̲̮̠̠̪̳ ͕̼͇w͎̱h̥̱̙͔̠̻a̱̳͎̗ṯ ̼̜̯̖̜o̝͖͇̻t̗̣h̤̭̟͍̬̜ͅe̥̗̳͍̭̯r͖̬͖͈ c̩͔͖o̜̭̺͖m̯̳̭̜̥m̙̠o̝̻̤ṇ ̫̦̻̞͉̥̥po̦l̻̭͔̣͔̠i͓͚̻̤͚̮̳t̹̼̻͎̹ͅic͈̙̯̟̠̘a͍̦͉̮̗̩l͙͓̙̗ ̖̖̺̤c̹̼̫̺̻o̘̩̯̰͚̮m̯m͔̥͇u̥͍̫̰n̠͔̠i͇̫̰̖̪tͅy̩̟̭̬̘͖ͅ ̭w̻̝͖̪̠̦i̻̱l̲̜ͅl̖ ͈͔̘̻̭an̙y ͕̖̖̟̼o̺n̳͖̯͕̙̣e͖̦̮͎̟ ̫̮̤̝̤̬͍s̰̻͔͔̺̜͎a̭͎͉̲̞y͓̫͔̻̩͙ ͔̞͇̤͚t̝͎̜̰̮h͚̟̰͇at͎̫͔̟ͅ ͚̦̻̠̰̪̼t̙̺̣̺̳h͉e̖̮͉ ͈̙̞̝̖ͅwh̗̲̱̫o̱l̪͓̲̘̞e̫̞̭̙ ̭̫̙h̜̗̺̹͉̞̱um̦͔͇͔̱̝a̯̼̬̞͈̤͚n͙̦͉̠̙̫ r͇̦̭͚̞a̼̜̩c͙̳̞̲̜̥e̯̣͍̹ ̲ḁr̼̺͇e̼̩͎̯͈͚ ̮̳m̟e̠̬̥͈̪͇̙m̖b͕̹͍͓̝͖̘e̫͚̼rs?̜͓͇͈ ̫͍̭͓̦A͙͇̠̭nd̲̩͎͇ ͚͍͈͓̤̲̜f̟̮̼̠̘̰̙r̪̗̱͓om̫̳͚̗̳͇ ͇̯̪̤̞̟ͅṭ͚̙̜h͔̖̝͉̭̪e͍͔̟̤͎n̩̘̣͉̟c̠͇e͎̰̼,͕̖̫ ̝̗͕̼̬fr̘̪̺̞̟̖o̗͎̪̤̫̤̱m ̜̥̩͉ṭ̺͖̠̙̣̮h̹̩̟͇is̩̗͈ ͙̘̻͈̙c̖o͉͓͇͔̣m̫̙̩m̭̞̦̠oṇ ̣̬͙̬p̲̣o̗l̟̥͈͍̥̼i̦̰̟ṭi͓ca̩̭l͕͕͈ ͈̫̱̤̞c̬̤̼̜͎͉o̤m͔̱̞̦m͔̹̯u̟̪͚͎͉̝n̖͉̦̖̥͕̲i̩t̫̬͉y͓̮͎̣̺̙ͅ ̖c̗om̲̘e͚̺̞͙s̖̯͉ ̩̦a̪̟̠͓̥̣̩l͈̳̩̰s̹̜͓̳̗o͍̝ ̬̮̟̱o͈̙̥͓̩̼̺ụ͇̤̱r̫̗̩̱̪ͅ ̣̹̙̖ve̮̹̻̪͔̞ͅr̳y͔̮̱͕ ̖̼̩̤̰i͙n̻̯̣̪te͈̣̞͔̳ll͉̜̭̝ec̥̰̝̞͓̭t͙͇u͓͈̣͙̟a̭̬l͇̳ ̹͙̳̠̳̞̭f͈a̞ͅc̝͈͓ul̜̥͚͈͔t̼̝̲̬̲y̳͈͕̭ ͙͖̪̱̠̬ͅa̼̬͈̺̫̰n͓͙̖͔d̖̭͇͙ͅ ̲̺̤̳̗̱r̰e̗̟͈̞̤̩a̙̖͕͍̤͍̣s̪ͅo̟̭͉̖͓n̜̠ḭ̠̼̳̤͙̼n͚̝̹̩̙̱̦g͉͖̜͕̟̪̲ ̦̣͕͖̥̰̖f͈͖̩a͍c̘̣̩̜ul͙̻̥ͅt̪̱̠͖̣͚̩y̟͖ ̬̟and̫͎̦̟̟̞̻ ͔̺̭̙̱͙o̮̮̝͚͍̭ͅu̯̥̫͚̯͎ͅr̹̠ ̖͉̞̰c̯͇a̞͙͖̟̯͍p̠a̝̯͙̤̞̙c̦̻̺̝̝i̜͉̗̳͈̟̼ț͉͚y͇̼̮̤̲̻ ̤̦͎̲̠̥̙f̞̰̤or ̯̞͇͈̫l̞̘a̺͔̣̤w;̫̳̠̖ o̙̼r̮̫̩̬͈̝ ͔̻wh̪͈̺̜̟̱e̗͓͕n͕͉c͈͙͓e̠̦̟͈͔ͅ ͕̘d̰o̦̖̤̹ ̬t̫̙̱̩͙h̜e̟͕̻̣̣̹y̹̫̭̠̣̠̹ ̲c̟̣͉̯o͕m͍̠̠̥̭e? Fo͙̣͈̞̹̗r͚̲̟ ̲͖̤̖̠͖͇a͉s̺̠̞̤̖ ̼̬m͉̙̠͔̲̫͕y͓̻̪̩ ͙̦͕̭̰̬̝e̦ar͔͍̼̮͎t̮̬̞̫hl̞͚y̞̟̺ ̦͖̭̘̩̦̦p̰͇͓̘̲͉a̲ͅͅr̰͓̖͖͈͈̥t ̳͈͖͙̥̰͚i͔͔͔͖̠̱s ̰a͓̤̜̲̣̼ ͇͓͓̲͙po̜̫̙͖̳̲r̪̪̙̝̯͔̜t̙̱̮̙̗̪i̪̳͔͇̞̙͍o͍̻͚̪̳̮n̰̮̞͔ ̜̯̮̤g̠͉̦i̖̼̼͔̱v̩͎e͔͇̲̱̳n ͙̹̤͕͉̰ͅt͔͈͉o͕ ̖̦͚̦̣m͍̙̗̩̹͓̫e̮̹͇̣̲ ̮̼̫̜̳f̻̹r̹̯͙om̮͕̲ ͓̯c̘e̙̰̬̝̞r̭͍̗t̪a̮̝̟̥̳͈̱in̟̩̤̖̬̠ ̭͈͖̯̻ea̮̮̯rt̘̖͕̯̞̞͍h̙̙,͙̖̬̥̮ ̣a͍͉͓̳̹n̠̤͈d̪̼̥͉ ̰̬̘̹͎̖th̦̦̹̣a̞̝t ̹̤̟̹̹wh̥͈͈i̼̦͓̪̮c̭͕̤͍͕̥h ̺̹̯̞̗̝i̤͓̳̗̤s̰ ̲͎̘͇͍̻̠w̯a̝̝͍te̳͓̞̰̩̖r̩y͎͕̫̭̜ ̭̞͈̹f̲̣͍̠͈r̞͚͔͙o̬̻͖̖̪͕m̻̦̱͕ͅ ͔͍͇͈͈͉̗a͚̯̘n̲̲̯͖͇o͕̰͔ṭ̝̝̫̪he̤̮̩͙͉͚͕r̻̜ ḛ͉̜l̜̘̗e̳̣m͉̦̝͓̟͉̮en͓t͇̯͉͕, ͈̱ͅͅa͇͚̝̣̫̱̘n̹̖̳̬̣̩ͅd ͈̠̪̘̱t̜h̩͈̼̼̙a͇t̖̜ ̙̻̲̟͔wh̬̖i̻̟̮̖̣͓ch̟̥̲̰͎͕̤ ̠̰̖̺̠̭̰i͉͈s̯ ̞͖h͍͈̱̲̹͔͉o̙t̟̥͚͖̘̞ ̲͍̰̝̻̻a͈͓n͕͓̳̣͚̳d̺̤͈ f̮̗̣̠̦͇͎i̠͚̳̪͍e̞͕̱͍̙r̫̙̬̥̖̫̬y͚̘̰͔̩̜̲ ͍̜f̗̜͈͕̮̻ͅr̝̦̰om̹͉̳̜͚ ̙̞s͈͍̫̙͍o͍̼͈m̮̲͔͙͇e̟̣̩ͅ ̩p̮̮̯ḛ̳͍cu͙̳̙͍̭l̯i̭͇a̱r̟̘ ͇̳̺͚͈so͙͓̪u̬͇̳͖͙͕r̺̣̲̤c̤͉e̦̬̺̞̝̘ ͔̟(͕f̼o̱͕̮r̜̣̙̖̮ ͚͚not͉̩̗h̤̠̳̫͙̤͓i̹͔̫̭n̗͕͉̜̘͕g̜̖͓ ̻̞c͎̮͚o̦̯m̮̰̱̘̜̦e̦̬͕̥̣s͍̻̯ ̱͎o̝̦u͖̬͙t̞̟ ̬̟̱̥͚o̪f͍͉̯̱͙̳ ̞̟̭̩t͉̜̫h̦̝͈̪a̰̝t̬͔̞̬̝ ͖̺̟w̳h͓̗͓i̖̯̬̰̖c̮̠̠h̤ ̜̻̮̮͖̙̩i̟̱͚̟̲s ͈n̩̜̤̮͙̫ͅo̤̖̰̙t̤͙̩͈h͉̥͕͈͚͓i̺n̰̪̼g͉̻͈̟, ̬̝ͅa̮̜̠̪̲̱s̳ ̥̣̳͍͇̠̗n̗o̺̻̳th̳̺i̹̪̝͉̹̣̝n͍͖̤͖̻g̗̱̦̝̠͉ a͎̜̲̫̥͙l̠̟͎so̻̹̪͎ ̳̹̪̦r͙͓̻̹̼̣e͎̱t̲̟̠ụ̪̤̱̮r̬̟͖̘̺̟n̤͔͍̹s̪̯̻̣ ̣̭͈͔to̙̥͚̖ ̙n͎o̤̭̩n̮͍̜̘-͉͈̯̘̹͇͈e̗̭x͎̩̟i͇̘͍̱̪̟s̗̠̣̗̼t̮͙̥̪͙̹e̯̙͓̰̺̝n̝̤̖̞̪̦c̬e̱̲͎͓̲͚̲),̫̰̗͖͓̫͖ ̠̖̯̲̗͖s̺̫͈̭̲͚o̥͍̫͉̬ ̖̰̺̹̯a̤ͅl̤̥̫̙ṣ͉o ͔t͎̠̟̟h͇̟͈e͔̙̮͉̘̱ ̱̪̦̝̖̩i̗̘̪̪n̝̦̥̥̤̠̱t͇̬͔̲̝͍͕e̟l̟͚l͈̻͈̪̻̟̟e͓c̟ṯ̹u̖̪̺̠̹̪a̲l͖̞͉̟̜ ͔̟̬̻̤͕p̱͖̟̪̳a̰̬̪rṭ̭̗̗̯̻͕ c͍̦o̠m͎͎̗͈̤̙e̥̤̥̦̟s̰͈͓̱ ̞̝͇̮f̰̭͓r̳ͅo͚m ͚̰s̩om͖̜e͇͔͉̭̙̗ ̼͚͎̳̦̩͇s̜̻̩̱̟͚͕o͉̖̟͎̤ur̻̮̳̞̪̱c̥͎̯̺̜ḛ̫.̩̘ ̟͍
I -- and thought she couldn't get any crazier. I was wrong. --- isn't even herself anymore. I'm pretty sure she --- a long time ago. This would explain everything. I wish I had a simple explanation for why this was happening. Is it too late - were we fooled the entire time?
2: Day ---
It seems half of us are not even real anymore. We're just like ---, memory replacements. It must be easy for something made of Knowledge to fool us. Maybe one day we will all be replaced. This is wrong. This is very wrong.
3. Day ---
I feel the infection burning in me now. I know it wont be long now. Call it madness but it calls to me and I know how very, very wrong I have been. -- is not trying to replace us, it is us. We have simply joined together. I know now and I know it's wrong but maybe this is what I want. I don't even remember my name. Who is the one typing here?
4. Day ---
I woke up, and remembered doing nothing. I guess that is okay. --- calls. Not much time.
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I saw my own body wandering around, lumbering like one of those stupid Infected, and the truth hit me hard. It would have been terrifying had I not already realized it. I'm no longer --- and never will be again. It is too late for a cure. Maybe I should have--
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I̬͈̯͍f̤͖͙̥ ̬͇͉̫͇̲̯ou̜̭͎̼̟ͅr ̪̫̤͇͉i̜̳̲̳̜̹̼n̹t̻̦e̩l̩̠̗̲̮l̠ḛ͎c̬͚̝̼ͅt͕̜u͚̦a̳l ̹̟̘̼̪̯p͔̳͈̺a͖̠ͅr̜̜̺ͅt͎̝̯̰ ̝i͙̤̹̯s͈ ͈̯͖̯͇c͎o̘̫̖̹̬͎͚m̫̹͉͎͇̭ͅm̝̣͍͔o̬n̘̤̺̪̜̱̮,̲͖ t̺̺he͇̘̳̖ ̪r̖̣̫͈͖̺ḙ͍̙̙̯̝͖a̻̣̣̩̙̜s͈͇̺͕o̯̖̼̺͎̖̻n̰ ̰̞̹͕a̙̙̟l͔͕s̗̭̖̬̜̗o̭̘̣̰̣̮,̙̼̩̹̲̼̰ ̤in̳ r̟͍̺͓e̦̫͈͎̝s̥̘̻p͇̣e̙c̠̠͉̝̟t͍̯͇̳̗͇ ̬o̪̦͕f̣̘̣̪͙̹ͅ w̼̗̞̙͇͕͔h̻̳̠̩i͈ch ̙̻̝w̪̰e̟̹̥̥͎̟̬ ̫a̖̝̭r̺͎ͅe̹ ̲̰̳͔͇͍̬r͓̞͓̗͓a̦̼͉͕t̤̹͙̤̘i̖o͎͕n͕̣͓̥̣a̭̲͈l ̟̱̻̱b̹e͔͕͈̺̤i̘̥̖̠ng̗s͕̮̥,̼͓͓̬͈ ̳̬͕ͅis ͓̩͉̮c͖̠͓̜̣̫o̬̰̙̘͚̱̼m̩͉͎̝̹̙͍ṃ͎̫oṉ:̥̦̰̖̩͔͍ ̰̭̞͓̺̩̺i̭̬͓̮f ͇͖̖̳̪ͅt͍̖h͔̳̺̣i͚ș͙̻̺ ̖̗̙͇̱i̙̮͎s̞͉͚͎̱ ̣s͇̗o͇͓̮̗̘̣͖,̤̱̣̱͈͍̤ ̤c͔͉o̭̺̼̟̙̠mm̹͇̪̝͓ͅo͖̩̠̝n͎ ͍a̤̘̘̻l̫̹s̰̠ọ̯̬ ͙i̺̼̭̙͎̟s̗͈͓̞̺ ̼̝̫ṯ̼͚͔͎h̖̩̱e̦̤͙̹͔̮͙ ̻re̪̻̫̭̭͉̙a͔̼s̼̩̫̣̗o͈n̦̝̮̤̙̜ ͈ͅw̘̠̙̪̩̺ẖ̠i̠c̮̥̳̗̟͕̤h͚̺̣̭ ͓͉̮c̖̥̜̲̹o̞͚̼̗͚m͓͔m̘͍̭̗̮a̗̱n̲͔d̯̩s̥̻̦ͅ ̘u̠̣̜͕̥s̲̬̲̙̞̥ ̖̫̙͈̳̫w̱͔h̫̥̮͙a͖͕t̤͇̝̙̬̖͓ ̱͚͕͓ț̹̠̙̹ͅͅo͕͕ ̣̭͓d͔̼̲ͅo̼̬͔͈̘̲ͅ,̬̰ ͕͇̗̝͔a̰̙̱̬ṉ͕̰̠d͈̦ ͍̮͕̟̙w̞̱̦̯͈̯h͍̰̫̼a̺̣͇t̥̩̜̠͙ ̖͙̞̩̣̮̬n̫̤͖̟̟̼̣o̘̠t͕̻̖̗̝ t̩͇o̝̠̩̖̠̣ ̭̳d͈̹̜͖͉̣o̩͉̳̺̤;̳̝͍̱ͅ i̠͈̜͖f̝̱̣ͅ ͎̘t̻h̲͎i̭̼͕s̬ ͍̝̣̦̪̻is͉̹̥͚̳̙̼ ̥͙̖̦̺͔s͉̝̥o̭͉̲̯̻̯,ͅ ͎̥̰̺͙͎̙ṯ̩̠͚͇h̻̞̞͈̺̙e̬̮r̗̣͔͇̹̜̭e̜͉̝ ̞is͚ ̣a̜̝̲ͅ ̹͍̺c̹͍o̼̦͎m͖̼̤m̘͓͕̯̯͔o̼̥̱͎n̯ ̠̝̜̩̘̞l̳a̻̖̝͙̰̞ͅw̫̗͍̬͇͈̟ ̥a̯̱̜̼̺l̳̫s͓̭o͍͎;͎͎̤͇̻͉ ̝i͖̲͇̦f ̻̝̹͉̥t̗͉̜hi̻̲̤̖̞s͕̱̪ i̭s̼͇̬̯ s̜̜͔̮̖̫o̬̪̻,̦̬͇ ͎̱͕͍͔w̟̥͔͓̻͇͕e̲̬̹͚̞͍ ̻̘̲̫͔a͉̲r̖͔͉̥̝̖e̪̞̣̲̱̣̭ ͇͕͓̬̞fe̬̰͎̣l͔͉̣̪̣͍l͍̠̗͍̤̳ͅow̦̣͕-̻̗͖̖ͅci̮̦̘t̪͕̮̼i̤̰̥̜̫̞z̩̲̝̬̼̻ḙ͍̹̺ͅn̥̳̮̰͇͎s̘;̖ ̟͎̠̤i̖͉͉͙̫f͕̟̤ ̻̥̫t̻͇̤̻͍h̫͓̦̭͕͍̣i͚͔s͕͓̫̞̙̣ ̪̝͍̮̮̤i̺̘̺̲̼̘͇ș͍͇̩ ̥̳̟̟̭s̫̳͉̹o̝̝,̮̟̱̥̖͔̤ ̲̭w͖̠̤̝ḙ̬̭̭ ̤̲̩̦̻̰̰a͉͙͎͖̖͔ͅre̙̯̘̗̙̖ ̱͕m̭̲̬̟̳e̩̹̟m̖͎͎͎b̹̲er̭̜̘̫̙s͓͔̖ ̝͙̳̘͈o̻͍̦͔f̭ ̘͖̳̬̗̠s͓̟̰̻͎͙o̙͎m͖̲̹̙̜̥e͎̲͍̠̪̼ ̠̮͙͉̺̙̱po͈͙̲l͖̺̪i̟̞t͉̬̗̜i̯̠̟͓̳̻̝c̲a̭l͍͉̠͕͖̣ ̺̲ͅco͇͓̳̪͇̯m̼̣̯̻mun̙̰i̯t̝͍͖͉̯y͈͙͎̹ͅ;̼̹͖ͅ ͕i̫̱͔̹f ͇͙̭͉͍t̙̱̦̟h̦̞̠̗ͅͅi̹s͎̩̺ ̫̦̭̬̟i̪̲̞͍s̹͇͚ ͈̦̲so̬,̫͖̺ ͚̫̘̯̞t͖̝͖͇h̬̰e̩ ̫̱͍͍̥w̗͉͖̱̩̮͓o̬̟̹͍͉r͚̖l̗d̲ ͓̝̜͕̳is̝̝͕ ̭̖i̗n̪ ͕a̤̺͉̜̝͓͈ ̬m̮͎͍̹̭̦a̯͚̤̰͔̻n͓̭̯̼n͚̘̩̪̗̝͙e͇̠̟̼r̗̦͕͉ a̟͖̹̜̯ͅ ̭͕̬͓s̤͇̺̲̼̬t͉̠͖̖̩a̟̯̬̠̱t̘̖e.̤̦̥̯̰̥̜ ̬̥̮͕͔̰̘F̜̲̖͖̲o̞r ͙̗̥͍ͅof̼̲̮̠̠̪̳ ͕̼͇w͎̱h̥̱̙͔̠̻a̱̳͎̗ṯ ̼̜̯̖̜o̝͖͇̻t̗̣h̤̭̟͍̬̜ͅe̥̗̳͍̭̯r͖̬͖͈ c̩͔͖o̜̭̺͖m̯̳̭̜̥m̙̠o̝̻̤ṇ ̫̦̻̞͉̥̥po̦l̻̭͔̣͔̠i͓͚̻̤͚̮̳t̹̼̻͎̹ͅic͈̙̯̟̠̘a͍̦͉̮̗̩l͙͓̙̗ ̖̖̺̤c̹̼̫̺̻o̘̩̯̰͚̮m̯m͔̥͇u̥͍̫̰n̠͔̠i͇̫̰̖̪tͅy̩̟̭̬̘͖ͅ ̭w̻̝͖̪̠̦i̻̱l̲̜ͅl̖ ͈͔̘̻̭an̙y ͕̖̖̟̼o̺n̳͖̯͕̙̣e͖̦̮͎̟ ̫̮̤̝̤̬͍s̰̻͔͔̺̜͎a̭͎͉̲̞y͓̫͔̻̩͙ ͔̞͇̤͚t̝͎̜̰̮h͚̟̰͇at͎̫͔̟ͅ ͚̦̻̠̰̪̼t̙̺̣̺̳h͉e̖̮͉ ͈̙̞̝̖ͅwh̗̲̱̫o̱l̪͓̲̘̞e̫̞̭̙ ̭̫̙h̜̗̺̹͉̞̱um̦͔͇͔̱̝a̯̼̬̞͈̤͚n͙̦͉̠̙̫ r͇̦̭͚̞a̼̜̩c͙̳̞̲̜̥e̯̣͍̹ ̲ḁr̼̺͇e̼̩͎̯͈͚ ̮̳m̟e̠̬̥͈̪͇̙m̖b͕̹͍͓̝͖̘e̫͚̼rs?̜͓͇͈ ̫͍̭͓̦A͙͇̠̭nd̲̩͎͇ ͚͍͈͓̤̲̜f̟̮̼̠̘̰̙r̪̗̱͓om̫̳͚̗̳͇ ͇̯̪̤̞̟ͅṭ͚̙̜h͔̖̝͉̭̪e͍͔̟̤͎n̩̘̣͉̟c̠͇e͎̰̼,͕̖̫ ̝̗͕̼̬fr̘̪̺̞̟̖o̗͎̪̤̫̤̱m ̜̥̩͉ṭ̺͖̠̙̣̮h̹̩̟͇is̩̗͈ ͙̘̻͈̙c̖o͉͓͇͔̣m̫̙̩m̭̞̦̠oṇ ̣̬͙̬p̲̣o̗l̟̥͈͍̥̼i̦̰̟ṭi͓ca̩̭l͕͕͈ ͈̫̱̤̞c̬̤̼̜͎͉o̤m͔̱̞̦m͔̹̯u̟̪͚͎͉̝n̖͉̦̖̥͕̲i̩t̫̬͉y͓̮͎̣̺̙ͅ ̖c̗om̲̘e͚̺̞͙s̖̯͉ ̩̦a̪̟̠͓̥̣̩l͈̳̩̰s̹̜͓̳̗o͍̝ ̬̮̟̱o͈̙̥͓̩̼̺ụ͇̤̱r̫̗̩̱̪ͅ ̣̹̙̖ve̮̹̻̪͔̞ͅr̳y͔̮̱͕ ̖̼̩̤̰i͙n̻̯̣̪te͈̣̞͔̳ll͉̜̭̝ec̥̰̝̞͓̭t͙͇u͓͈̣͙̟a̭̬l͇̳ ̹͙̳̠̳̞̭f͈a̞ͅc̝͈͓ul̜̥͚͈͔t̼̝̲̬̲y̳͈͕̭ ͙͖̪̱̠̬ͅa̼̬͈̺̫̰n͓͙̖͔d̖̭͇͙ͅ ̲̺̤̳̗̱r̰e̗̟͈̞̤̩a̙̖͕͍̤͍̣s̪ͅo̟̭͉̖͓n̜̠ḭ̠̼̳̤͙̼n͚̝̹̩̙̱̦g͉͖̜͕̟̪̲ ̦̣͕͖̥̰̖f͈͖̩a͍c̘̣̩̜ul͙̻̥ͅt̪̱̠͖̣͚̩y̟͖ ̬̟and̫͎̦̟̟̞̻ ͔̺̭̙̱͙o̮̮̝͚͍̭ͅu̯̥̫͚̯͎ͅr̹̠ ̖͉̞̰c̯͇a̞͙͖̟̯͍p̠a̝̯͙̤̞̙c̦̻̺̝̝i̜͉̗̳͈̟̼ț͉͚y͇̼̮̤̲̻ ̤̦͎̲̠̥̙f̞̰̤or ̯̞͇͈̫l̞̘a̺͔̣̤w;̫̳̠̖ o̙̼r̮̫̩̬͈̝ ͔̻wh̪͈̺̜̟̱e̗͓͕n͕͉c͈͙͓e̠̦̟͈͔ͅ ͕̘d̰o̦̖̤̹ ̬t̫̙̱̩͙h̜e̟͕̻̣̣̹y̹̫̭̠̣̠̹ ̲c̟̣͉̯o͕m͍̠̠̥̭e? Fo͙̣͈̞̹̗r͚̲̟ ̲͖̤̖̠͖͇a͉s̺̠̞̤̖ ̼̬m͉̙̠͔̲̫͕y͓̻̪̩ ͙̦͕̭̰̬̝e̦ar͔͍̼̮͎t̮̬̞̫hl̞͚y̞̟̺ ̦͖̭̘̩̦̦p̰͇͓̘̲͉a̲ͅͅr̰͓̖͖͈͈̥t ̳͈͖͙̥̰͚i͔͔͔͖̠̱s ̰a͓̤̜̲̣̼ ͇͓͓̲͙po̜̫̙͖̳̲r̪̪̙̝̯͔̜t̙̱̮̙̗̪i̪̳͔͇̞̙͍o͍̻͚̪̳̮n̰̮̞͔ ̜̯̮̤g̠͉̦i̖̼̼͔̱v̩͎e͔͇̲̱̳n ͙̹̤͕͉̰ͅt͔͈͉o͕ ̖̦͚̦̣m͍̙̗̩̹͓̫e̮̹͇̣̲ ̮̼̫̜̳f̻̹r̹̯͙om̮͕̲ ͓̯c̘e̙̰̬̝̞r̭͍̗t̪a̮̝̟̥̳͈̱in̟̩̤̖̬̠ ̭͈͖̯̻ea̮̮̯rt̘̖͕̯̞̞͍h̙̙,͙̖̬̥̮ ̣a͍͉͓̳̹n̠̤͈d̪̼̥͉ ̰̬̘̹͎̖th̦̦̹̣a̞̝t ̹̤̟̹̹wh̥͈͈i̼̦͓̪̮c̭͕̤͍͕̥h ̺̹̯̞̗̝i̤͓̳̗̤s̰ ̲͎̘͇͍̻̠w̯a̝̝͍te̳͓̞̰̩̖r̩y͎͕̫̭̜ ̭̞͈̹f̲̣͍̠͈r̞͚͔͙o̬̻͖̖̪͕m̻̦̱͕ͅ ͔͍͇͈͈͉̗a͚̯̘n̲̲̯͖͇o͕̰͔ṭ̝̝̫̪he̤̮̩͙͉͚͕r̻̜ ḛ͉̜l̜̘̗e̳̣m͉̦̝͓̟͉̮en͓t͇̯͉͕, ͈̱ͅͅa͇͚̝̣̫̱̘n̹̖̳̬̣̩ͅd ͈̠̪̘̱t̜h̩͈̼̼̙a͇t̖̜ ̙̻̲̟͔wh̬̖i̻̟̮̖̣͓ch̟̥̲̰͎͕̤ ̠̰̖̺̠̭̰i͉͈s̯ ̞͖h͍͈̱̲̹͔͉o̙t̟̥͚͖̘̞ ̲͍̰̝̻̻a͈͓n͕͓̳̣͚̳d̺̤͈ f̮̗̣̠̦͇͎i̠͚̳̪͍e̞͕̱͍̙r̫̙̬̥̖̫̬y͚̘̰͔̩̜̲ ͍̜f̗̜͈͕̮̻ͅr̝̦̰om̹͉̳̜͚ ̙̞s͈͍̫̙͍o͍̼͈m̮̲͔͙͇e̟̣̩ͅ ̩p̮̮̯ḛ̳͍cu͙̳̙͍̭l̯i̭͇a̱r̟̘ ͇̳̺͚͈so͙͓̪u̬͇̳͖͙͕r̺̣̲̤c̤͉e̦̬̺̞̝̘ ͔̟(͕f̼o̱͕̮r̜̣̙̖̮ ͚͚not͉̩̗h̤̠̳̫͙̤͓i̹͔̫̭n̗͕͉̜̘͕g̜̖͓ ̻̞c͎̮͚o̦̯m̮̰̱̘̜̦e̦̬͕̥̣s͍̻̯ ̱͎o̝̦u͖̬͙t̞̟ ̬̟̱̥͚o̪f͍͉̯̱͙̳ ̞̟̭̩t͉̜̫h̦̝͈̪a̰̝t̬͔̞̬̝ ͖̺̟w̳h͓̗͓i̖̯̬̰̖c̮̠̠h̤ ̜̻̮̮͖̙̩i̟̱͚̟̲s ͈n̩̜̤̮͙̫ͅo̤̖̰̙t̤͙̩͈h͉̥͕͈͚͓i̺n̰̪̼g͉̻͈̟, ̬̝ͅa̮̜̠̪̲̱s̳ ̥̣̳͍͇̠̗n̗o̺̻̳th̳̺i̹̪̝͉̹̣̝n͍͖̤͖̻g̗̱̦̝̠͉ a͎̜̲̫̥͙l̠̟͎so̻̹̪͎ ̳̹̪̦r͙͓̻̹̼̣e͎̱t̲̟̠ụ̪̤̱̮r̬̟͖̘̺̟n̤͔͍̹s̪̯̻̣ ̣̭͈͔to̙̥͚̖ ̙n͎o̤̭̩n̮͍̜̘-͉͈̯̘̹͇͈e̗̭x͎̩̟i͇̘͍̱̪̟s̗̠̣̗̼t̮͙̥̪͙̹e̯̙͓̰̺̝n̝̤̖̞̪̦c̬e̱̲͎͓̲͚̲),̫̰̗͖͓̫͖ ̠̖̯̲̗͖s̺̫͈̭̲͚o̥͍̫͉̬ ̖̰̺̹̯a̤ͅl̤̥̫̙ṣ͉o ͔t͎̠̟̟h͇̟͈e͔̙̮͉̘̱ ̱̪̦̝̖̩i̗̘̪̪n̝̦̥̥̤̠̱t͇̬͔̲̝͍͕e̟l̟͚l͈̻͈̪̻̟̟e͓c̟ṯ̹u̖̪̺̠̹̪a̲l͖̞͉̟̜ ͔̟̬̻̤͕p̱͖̟̪̳a̰̬̪rṭ̭̗̗̯̻͕ c͍̦o̠m͎͎̗͈̤̙e̥̤̥̦̟s̰͈͓̱ ̞̝͇̮f̰̭͓r̳ͅo͚m ͚̰s̩om͖̜e͇͔͉̭̙̗ ̼͚͎̳̦̩͇s̜̻̩̱̟͚͕o͉̖̟͎̤ur̻̮̳̞̪̱c̥͎̯̺̜ḛ̫.̩̘ ̟͍
If there was one thing Kammy had, it was a good imagination. So when it occurred to her that the vines could make different shapes, she opted to experiment with her form, changing it to all sorts of things.
It was kind of fun, until she recalled her current predicament. As in she didn't have much time left. That was always a downer.
She twisted the vines until the resembled a snake, slithering through the compound and making hissing sounds for the fun of it.
Her exploration took her to a room, and the sight made her eyes light up with glee; dozens of computers where located there, and they still worked. She rushed to them, vines extending from her body as makeshift fingers, typing away to find out the status of the computers, and if they held any useful information. Sadly they didn't, and even if these strange vines were somehow providing them with power, they weren't giving her any WIFI access. A glance around told her there wasn't any of the necessary networking components to allow for such a thing. And the computers didn't have any useful files she could look up.
Sighing in expiration, she looked around at the area and saw notes posted everywhere.
