PS4 controller dead. No PS4 gaming for awhile. Big sad.
She says as a replacement is already on the way.
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STATUS: Jokes on everyone I just look like a sad Travis Touchdown who has really really loud shits 3 yrs ago
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Jokes on everyone I just look like a sad Travis Touchdown who has really really loud shits
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You status bar people sure are a contentious bunch
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Adding to that, unless you are exhibiting life threatening symptoms (unable to breathe, etc) go to a rapid test site in your area than going to the ER. Local ERs are swamped and overwhelmed here.
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As someone who has been stabbed in the past knives are not kinky
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I'd rather just...never take a lewd of myself.
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She says as a replacement is already on the way.
Okay, fixed it.
Okay, I think I have something here.
I do enjoy a little bit of madness and some world-ending terror from time to time.
Location: Takayama -- The Gifu Prefecture, Japan
3:29
Nishki couldn’t sleep. How could anyone, on the precipice of their new life, sleep? His stomach churned with a mixture of excitement, anticipation and fear. He was 26 years old, and about to start his job as a Social Studies teacher at his old high school. The thought was hilarious to him. Ten years ago he would have laughed if someone had told him that he would be working there as a teacher in the future; and social studies of all subjects.
He glanced over at the old electric guitar leaning lazily against his small refrigerator. It was a dusty red and black Les Paul Standard, something he’d spent the last twelve years of his life trying to master. In the corner of the room were pictures of him with his old band, the Grape Skulls, in various stages of their punk rock journey, which ended a year ago after Bunta, their drummer, ended things in the worst way possible.
Nishki crawled out of his tatami and cradled the guitar in his arms. He strummed a few chords. G, C, then D. The strum of the metal soothed him, and he closed his eyes.
Les Paul Guitar: 50.000 Yen! Great Sale!
Nishki shifted in his black canvas jacket, looking at the price. There was no way his parents would shell out that kind of money. But just the look of the guitar; blood red finish and matte black; it matched how he felt about how shitty the world was so much.
“What kind of guitar is that?” A lazy voice came from his shoulder. Bunta stood at his wing, his face always chubby and swollen.
“C’mon you idiot,” Nishki grumbled, “It’s a Les Paul.” That style of guitar evoked Mick Jones of The Clash, rocking out against the system. “It’s a super versatile guitar. It’s what we need for our band.”
Bunta eyed up the guitar and nodded. “Yeah, but it’s really expensive. Like...really expensive. I don’t know if you could save up that much, even if you worked for the whole summer.”
“I’ll figure out a way…”
6:00 AM
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Nishi groaned. Fuck. He would have probably felt better if he just hadn’t slept at all. He groaned and sat up in his futon, still cradling the Les Paul. He grinned, and got ready for work.
Location: The Laughing Warg Tavern-- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria
” This is so confusing to me. All this talk about everything goes over my head slightly. Got any insight to lessen my confusion, Kazuma?”
Benkei did his best to break down exactly what all the conversations were spiraling over. “Well, you know how the tagline of Pariah Online is Make Your Dreams Reality.. The peripheral connects us at apparently our REM levels of sleep, and puts us in a shared dream. I guess the main questions are exactly, how do you ‘create’ a dream, and also, how would someone ‘hack’ a dream.”
He looked around the room at both players and denizens. ”I’m worried because at this point, this is no longer a game. There’s no UI, our controls are strictly manual, and there’s the problem with dying. At what point is it even worth calling this a game anymore? We experience pain, hunger, and...other natural things.” When he’d asked a denizen where the toilet was, he’d received a fairly incredulous look. Before, they’d simply been avatars. But now? They actually had to use the bathroom. They would smell if they didn’t bathe.
Games didn’t do that.
Location: The Laughing Warg Tavern-- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria
“If you want answers, you’re going to have to find someone who is involved on the tech side of the game that happened to be logged in when the glitch happened.”
Benkei grimaced at that thought. How many actual techs from the company actually entered the game? Did they need to have people acting as moderators in world? He’d not had to deal with anyone of the sort during his time playing, but surely there had to be someone. ”I’m sure that announcement they made earlier was a one-way communication. With all of the game UI gone, there’s no way to actually contact someone.”
And another question, or perhaps, another fear began to awaken in the back of his mind. What about other players who were already giving into despair? If they knew someone was a moderator, or an employee of Pariah’s company, what would they do? When people were shocked or scared, they acted out. They acted wild. They hurt people.
Benkei’s head perked up as he heard his other companions also talk about the same issue, and he waved them to join Sif and him at their table. If they were willing to discuss this, then they could build some working plan to understand exactly what was going on. With Alja as friendly as she was, perhaps she knew someone.
Location: The Laughing Warg Tavern-- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria
“Whoever hacked the system is breaking everything down. I just don’t understand why or how.”
That was the question. In a system like Pariah, how did one go about hacking a system that most tech nerds still didn’t understand. The idea of connecting unconscious minds, and connecting them to a server of sorts that held a shared dream had always rubbed Benkei the wrong way. How was the dream created? How did it remain stable?
“Everything about this smells bad.” Benkei added. It was enough to make him paranoid. After the events in the dungeon, he’d not slept well. He’d tossed and turned, his technical mind needed to understand what was going on, but everything was so beyond his understanding. He hated feeling like this, feeling completely disconnected and unaware. A victim of the whims of fate of the world. ”How does anyone go about hacking a dream?” That’s where his thoughts focused: how do you hack a dream. And if that was impossible, then how did the world get hacked? Either this wasn’t truly a dream, or this wasn’t a hack.
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