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☠ VIDEO (dated october 15)
[Normally, Sans prefers text. It helped him sidestep the inevitable set of questions that arose when most humans got a look at him. Of course, text had its limitations. There was something about the old book that couldn't be directly translated through a roughshod filter of comic sans.
Lack of experience translates to poor focus when the video starts streaming, but aside from that blurriness the feed is notably steady. No gaps, no garbled words, no sudden disconnects. A nice change of pace for anyone who attempted network communication in the past couple weeks.]
Testing, one, two. [The video is focused on an old book, open to a few blurry pages.] Seems like the Nerd Herd came through, so here's hoping I am too. [Anyway.] These last few weeks I've been pretty booked checking out the library. There're some racy tomes in there, fyi, for those of you into that kinda thing.
[He flips the page. And, while blurry, the hand doing the flipping is definitely... fleshless. The page itself is hard to pick out specifics, but a lot of it appears to be annotated with handwritten notes.]
This one's a bit on the dry side, but for all the former Thisavrou residents... Well, looks like whoever survived came up with a nifty name for what went down with Mother. The Great Catastrophe. Catchy, right?
I'm gonna upload some pages. I get the feeling people who lived through it might be able to speak to its accuracy more than me. [The pages come in later, thankfully much more readable than the video.] Reason I'm wondering is, uh...
[He uploads another page. This one mentioning a passage of light. It bluntly details how several crew members walked into, but did not return.]
Look, I get the Ingress's been gone for three hundred years, but... sound familiar to anyone else?
Lack of experience translates to poor focus when the video starts streaming, but aside from that blurriness the feed is notably steady. No gaps, no garbled words, no sudden disconnects. A nice change of pace for anyone who attempted network communication in the past couple weeks.]
Testing, one, two. [The video is focused on an old book, open to a few blurry pages.] Seems like the Nerd Herd came through, so here's hoping I am too. [Anyway.] These last few weeks I've been pretty booked checking out the library. There're some racy tomes in there, fyi, for those of you into that kinda thing.
[He flips the page. And, while blurry, the hand doing the flipping is definitely... fleshless. The page itself is hard to pick out specifics, but a lot of it appears to be annotated with handwritten notes.]
This one's a bit on the dry side, but for all the former Thisavrou residents... Well, looks like whoever survived came up with a nifty name for what went down with Mother. The Great Catastrophe. Catchy, right?
I'm gonna upload some pages. I get the feeling people who lived through it might be able to speak to its accuracy more than me. [The pages come in later, thankfully much more readable than the video.] Reason I'm wondering is, uh...
[He uploads another page. This one mentioning a passage of light. It bluntly details how several crew members walked into, but did not return.]
Look, I get the Ingress's been gone for three hundred years, but... sound familiar to anyone else?
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[Whatever these portals of light were, their appearance on the space station were well past The Great Catastrophe.]
This place is starting to feel a whole lot less abandoned and a whole lot more cursed.
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[the great fuck]
Cursed..? But its been 300 years so we don't gotta worry about ghosts cause we were here-- unless we're ghosts......
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Y'know pal, I've met ghosts, and they're not exactly what I'd call quantum troublemakers. [The ones he knew mostly DJ'd and raised snails.] Only spirit I'd guess is haunting this place is the Ingress itself.
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... Actually, scratch that, it's gotta be. And, accordingly, Sans bursts into laughter. Sorry, Badou.]
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Don't fucking LAUGH DUDE! THIS IS SOME LEVEL 9 SHIT.
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[Okay, now he was laughing again, though this time it was a little unclear why.]
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I mean, my memory's not the sharpest, but I'd say I remember the last... four or five, yeah. Kinda memorable when it happens.
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Why, how 'bout you?
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I've been alive all my life.
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Fingers cross you keep up that streak, 'cuz I dunno who's gonna bring any of us back if we bite it here.
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Fuuuuuuck why'd you have to remind meeeeeeeeeeee?
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[As for the rest, Sans merely shrugs. C'est la vie, buddy.]
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probably]
Jeeeeeeeeesus.
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You gonna be okay, slugger? Should I call someone?
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[Too damn bad.]
Name's Sans, guy.
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Name's Badou, BC.
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[Actually, that sounds about right.]
Nice to meet you too, pal.
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[agreed]
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Maybe I'll see you around, man.
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