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5 mos ago
WAIT HARAMBE DIED ON MY BIRTHDAY?!
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5 mos ago
I have now been alive for 20 years. How in the fuck.
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6 mos ago
would've loved to explore the concept of a Marshmallow Marshlands.
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6 mos ago
The only time I've shown interest in a Nation RP was something based off Candyland of all things, but it was dead in the water before all of us were able to submit CSes. A shame too,
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8 mos ago
Hi yes, we talking normal skittles? Hershey's chocolate?

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Symphony on High - Finn/Timekeeper (Co-GM)


...Yes that's it. Literally in nothing else atm, sue me.

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So since corrupted specializations seem to be a thing now, how do you think corrupted darkness work??
In A Journal 4 yrs ago Forum: The Gallery
Entry No.3 6.21.2020
Her mental state' wavering again.

How refreshing.

Soon she'll join the other worthless simulacrums in death.

Soon there will be nothing left.

And yet...

Hm.

Once this one story is finish, we'll just go ahead and dissapear again.

Whether or not it's in death is...uncertain. Fortunately for her.

We'd leave little behind, however.

We're nothing more than a nobody in this god-forsaken life.

And that's how they- our family wants us to be.

Damn our old "friends". I'd kill them for ruining our lives if it wasn't illegal. Well, some psychological tourture would be less violent. Or obvious.

Ah well~ I already won our little bet and got my vessel back. It's only a matter of time.

- Dahlia
Okay, I'm one for rhythm games, but is there anything bout Yozora-
@LetMeDoStuff

Oh, I'm alright! Sorry for the inactivity.

*Confused Dragon Noises*
- Celia

In all honesty, Celia didn't really plan ahead with this. Getting knocked aside by the wind, she used her regeneration powers to regrow the scales she lost. Yet she stayed where she was. Looking around, she didn't know who was the biggest threat there. The mint assassin left, she lost her second option, the tiny samurai girl had downed the larger dragon easily...somehow, the gorilla-ent-thing was on fire? Maybe it was the wolf she had to fight- Wait, some eldtritch thing beat her to it.

God, this was confusing.

The draconid watched carefully, avoiding any attacks her direction. Like a real dragon awaiting the first strike, she searched for someone, anyone or thing that seemed like a worthy opponent. Then Celia heard a scream, and her pupils turned to slits when she saw Hilaria attacking the fairy girl. How obvious. The knight was the source of her rage, after all.

Celia cloaked herself in a crimson flame, and tackled the other monstrous girl away from Faith.

"Still alive! And we got quotes now too, for some reason??"
"Makes up for a lack of activity, I suppose."

- Eliza and Maura

"Whatever works I guess. Maybe you can run one of the horrors over?" Eliza joked, opening one eye to look over at Myria. The witch had her arms crossed; observing the fight via scrying magic, and giving updates on it to the others. Well, Maura and Veronica, atleast.

"Looks like they're holding out...somewhat okay. Ronin managed to defeat one, so they got an upper-hand now."

“Perhaps.”

Anyone who worked under Veronica knew that the one thing she despised above all else was insubordination. That went double if you were a cradle agent. Deni had refused to follow the others back to fight the monster queen. It might have turned out that Deni made the right choice, but it was anyone’s guess if that would sway Veronica’s mind about it.

“Well Myria, you know what you’re getting paid for this ‘taxi.’ All I’m going to say is you’d better make it worth my while.”

"Think we'll get there in time to help?" Maura asked.

"As in before they take out the horrors, or before things get worse? Beats me either way. If anything we can deal with the dude that decapitated Cindy." Eliza shrugged, tapping her foot impatiently. "I'm more than willing to bust someone's head open after tonight."
In A Journal 4 yrs ago Forum: The Gallery
Entry No.2, 6.10.2020

I should probably introduce myself, first and foremost.

I go by many monikers, in an attempts to conceal my true identity, for saftey reasons. Thus multiple personas, and eventually husks of who I once was.

For now, call me Jay. Short for the nickname shoved onto me by friends.

Currently I...have no idea what to do for the characters puppets others. My resources are limited. One thing wrong with life right now has to be the fear that everyone's out to get you. To hurt you.

...I know, bullshit, right?

But that's how I have to let things be for now. Especially since I was painted as a villain by them. Can't trust anyone easily now.

Damn them.

My vendetta aside, I've been trying to find a place, a story for the other characters (for a lack of a better term.) at my disposal. But they're kinda oddball-ish? It's hard to find the right story for some.

Guess I can make one up myself? I'm at a loss for ideas though.

- Jay


”The bleeding seems to have stopped.” Isaiah stood up with a sigh. ”The others are looking over the this floor pretty closely, let’s take a peak at the fifth floor.” 

The fifth floor looked like an island paradise. It was hard to tell what nation this killing game was based off of, but some of the wallpaper seemed to be inspired by computer glitches. That or the floor was unfinished. It was hard to say for sure. 

Much like the forth floor, the medical room was one giant room. But this one had a strange contraption in the middle of it. A pillar surrounded by coffin shaped pods. 

”The flip is this?” Ice’s arms were trembling. It was hard to tell if it was from blood loss or fear. 

 "Weird. What do you think this is??" Alice asked, looking over the room. With Henry busy trying to uncover anything from the computer on the fourth floor, that left her and Isaiah to look around.

 Soon enough she stumbled upon a folder, possibly explaining the weird pods in the room. "Isaiah, come look at this!" she called over to him, reading through the folder.

”Hmm?” Isaiah stepped beside Alice. ”Neo World Project? What is this talking about?” 

And so they read. They learned about the killing school trip. They learned about the remnants of despair, the Neo World Program, and the future foundation’s involvement. The report was very detailed. 

”It’s almost impossible to believe.” Isaiah was looking at the end of the report. ”Some nutjob computer was going to download itself into a bunch of people? Sounds like science fiction.” Ice looked at one of the pods a bit closer. ”If Davis is so smart, I wonder why he didn’t put us in these things. Would make running an infinite killing game a lot easier.”

"Either it was too much of a risk to fail again, or our beloved mastermind was too prideful to try it and see." Alice suggested, shrugging. "Then again, concidering there are multiple killing games, maybe some were unfortunate to be in these sorts of machines. Who knows, but let's not give him any ideas, yeah?"

Isaiah turned his back to the strange contraption. ”If the beansprout was true to his word, this would already be over.” Ice walked away. ”We should show this to the others when they come up, let’s see if there’s anything in the other towers.” 

Alice nodded, following him. "Right, let's go."


Henry had found a laptop to hook into the main database. While Zachary and Jezebel inspected the surface level, Henry would see if he could get to the deeper stuff. Things that Davis didn’t want them to know.

Henry did come across a large cluster of encrypted files. Hundreds of folders with names like INI_716B and INI_341A sprawled the screen. The files were massive, but it was difficult to tell what they were even for. There was no execute file or anything to suggest another program could read them. 

 "The hell...?" the pianist groaned in annoyance. "Come on, there has to be a way to bypass the security on this thing, you've delt with crap like this before!" he talked to himself, in his attempt to break into the files. Even if he was focused, it wasn't hard to tell it was irritating him, just a little.

Deciphering encrypted files was no small task, even for a seasoned hacker. Henry had none of his software for the job, and it wasn’t like he could install a key logger on Davis’s computer anyway. If he wanted to get to the bottom of this, he was going to have to search the network for clues and see if there was a program that made use of all this data. The master folder was called “NEO_WLD_SAV.” it was his hope that this would help guide his search. 

There weren’t a lot of computers on the network, active or otherwise. There was one called “SISTER,” which might have been used to controll all the carnage sisters, as well as the data center he was jacked into. There were a few other computers with names like “OFFICE1”, which were presently offline. Most promising was one called “NEO_WLD_PROG,” which was too curiously named to simply ignore. Though as soon as he thought to click on it, a text window opened up. It looked like a command prompt, but messages were being sent to Henry.  

A> Hey!
A> What's the big idea?
A> Why are you surfing the network?
A> There's not really anything interesting on the other computers. Just some old files.
A> Unless you include me. :)


Henry flinched when the text prompt opened up. Yet it turned into confusion when someone, or something started to talk to him. "What kind of mind fuckery is this?" He hesitantly typed back.  

H> Who is this? Certainly can't be that Monika chick, can't it?
A> You can call me Alter Ego.
A> Can’t wait to meet all of your friends.  :)
A> But it’s too soon for that, and the other computers are off limits.
A> So you're going to have to stop here.
H> What happens if I don't?
H> And what do you mean by "too soon" to meet us??
A> Well, I guess I’ll have to take measures to ensure that you don’t.
A> But it would be better if you just listened to me, like we were old friends.  :)
A> I mean I’ll get to meet you in person! This interface is a little limited.
H>  Oh, fine. But you owe me for this.
A> I’ll see about getting you candy when this is all over  :)
A> See you soon, Henry!


Henry stared at the last message from Alter Ego, ever dumbfounded. How did it know him if he didn't introduce himself properly?

"What the hell."

Best to hold onto the laptop for a while, he thought.
Just a wip. Only sharing to show that im not slacking. Dont mind the quote in the bio, ive yet to write the idea out.

Hhhhhhh- Might have to be skipped.
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