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[blattella]

Okay. Hopefully me putting IMPORTANT at the top helps denote this as actually something I personally think is important. Got the idea from username dynamight, so credit goes to them!

But serious talk: this is an experiment. Or it's an Abnormality, maybe? An enclosure either way. Either this city itself wants us here because it's lonely and it wants people around, because what's the point of a city without people in it right?? Or the scientists outside want us in so they can shake us up in this little jar and write down their results. Not sure what end goal there, we'll find out soon enough.

If anyone has any proof or any other theories, please feel free to discuss. I'm open to ideas. And I know figuring out what this place feels pointless, but if we can aim towards figuring out the what, then we'll be able to figure out the how soon enough, right?

And has anyone gotten any useful information in general? I've been nosing around, but all I get is redacted snippets with no actual details to work with. Which cycles back around to my two theories above, I guess; either we really are the first ones to get sucked into this Abnormality and it's just been made out of several lonely people wanting a better life and world, or it's artificially made in which case there's not going to be any public figures or history to learn about.

Anyway.

I just think that we should all check in and talk about anything we've learned. Don't feel like you have to talk to me only, either. Talk amongst yourselves. Information should be freely shared so we can get out faster.

Also if you saw me at the party, hi, I'm the guy with the bug arm, that's me, if you didn't know. Yes it's disgusting. Yes, I hate it too. No, the food or water or air in this place isn't the reason I have the bug arm. I've had it for twenty years or so now.

Okay that's it.

[feel free to mingle online, he's just desperate to feel like he's achieving something here!]

Comments

[judgementcrime]

Apology accepted ;)

[Rico laughs, just pleased to be tweaking somebody's nose. Impatience has been simmering underneath the surface well before this conversation, with too-few outlets. Just dead ends after dead ends, and appearances to keep up.

Interesting. And yet, too vague to be useful.]

We run the gamut, because that's everyone, buddy. Give me a crowd of eight hundred million people, I'd be hard pressed to find a single one who doesn't meet that very, very broad criteria of simple proximity to violence.

How about inflicted violence? What's your relationship with that?

[fossick]

[Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, stranger. Weir at least knows when to let certain offenses roll off his shoulders, not worth getting his dander up over.]

I never said “simple”. I hardly mean anything as mundane as witnessing a mugging in a busy market.

Violence I’ve inflicted on others, or do you mean it the other way around?

[judgementcrime]

The former.

[fossick]

[Another lengthy pause, because how does one reply to that? On an open "network" post, indeed?]

My relationship with it is passing. These days, at least. I'm just a hunter.

Yet I've hurt others before. But that was in a particularly extreme and unusual circumstance. A "death game", as you put it.