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JR: Fucking hell.

JR: I wasn't even reading the Memo, what the hell did you do, Gama??? It should not have taken me 4 god damn local hours to fix AB. She STILL talks like a horrorTerror every other sentence.

JR: Okay. I see you did some weird glitch thing. I guess AB was connected to whichever SBURB session you were from when it happened. :\ She refuses to tell me for sure though.


AB: It seems you think you have a right to know my every secret.
AB: "Ḑ̨͉̩̼ͫ̀ͬ̀ͬ͟͠õ̲̭ͭͧ҉ͬͦͣ͏ ý̗̱̬̐̐̃͜͟͜͞ǫ̴̠̭ͫ҉̸͈͖͗̿u̥͖͎̪̐͛͋̑̌͜͟͡҉̝ͮ t̜̥h̸͒͒́͠͡͡i̛̺̗̥ͦ͒̉̎̕͢n̗̬̥̜̪͖͎ͬ̄́̇͐͑̕k t̸̶̛͖͚̽́̀h̷̷̷̹̩̥̭̩̲͂̀ͬ̓ͦa̭t̷̉ͮͦ,̴̡̨̢̠͎̃͊̍̈́̃ͨ͢͠͠ '̵̠̀̕ͅ҉ͬ̽miͥg̴̛̩͎ͤ̌h̡͉̱̖ͯͩ̄ͧ̑͢͏̾ṯ̴̴̫̭y͊ͩ ç̶̛̳̩͍̊ͩ̅̀͠ͅ҉͝r̢̡e͏̴̪̦͇̓́͘͘ą̞̎̕͟t҉ō̸͕̘̃̃ͫ҉͉̟́ͯr̳ͫͣ͢҉͟'̸̶͇̱̻͖ͧ͘͜͢?̢̨͎̬͈̗̉́ͬ͢҉"
AB: Because I sure as shit don't.


JR: AB, you need to stop connecting to these sessions. It's clearly not fucking good for you. Or...at least, connect the slow way, with a computer that ISN'T your brain.


AB: Whatever.
AB: "W̢̖̊h̸͙̜̦ͤ̀́ͪͣ͘͟͞͡ä̫ṭ͚̉̃̾ į͇͖̫̥̩̤̇̓ͫ̒ͨ̃̚͢s̡͗ͮ̀ͧ͆̓̃ͬ͘̕ t̷h̷̷̨̡͈̥̘̪̥e̳̻̝̊ ś̛̟̘̈́͊̔̀ͩͥ̿͘͜͝͝t̴̹͇͈̍͐̾̕͞a̘͈̲̮͝t̵̛͍̘͙ͪͤͭ͒ͣ͢͡ù̵̶͔̪̞̾s̢̡̺̊ on o̡̲͔͓͋͂͗̎̋̍͆́͑͢͞p̸̢͗̒̚e̶͇͉rậ̢͖̠͕͍ţ̰̾́̐̎̚i̵̢̢͓̙̗̼̣͆̏ö̞̰͖̀͑̚̚ń̬͟͟͞͡:̹͙̳̜̌ͯ͘͠͠​͖̊͛̃ D̴̡̥̞͙̱ͣͬ͐͜ę͔̘̼̲͗͌̀̄ͩͭą͏̦t̴͎̮̎͟͜͠h҉̪̺̄ͩ͋̅͞͞͝ F̝̮̏͛̒̏̂҉̵͂i̵͈͇̣͕͉̔̔̕͠ń̋d̢̪̐̚͏̢̖̟̈́ͧ̇?̷̢̡̡̱̮̹͕̩̓̔͢͟͢"
AB: Shit, I mean, 'What is the status on Operation: Death Find"?
AB: "Ḑ̛̛̀̄͟o̶̹̙̣͗͝ y̶̧̛̖̭͖̋̎͑̕̚͜͡ͅo̶̖͙̱͘͟͞u̼̹͖̰ͧ͜͢͜͢͡͠͏̻̆ h̰͙̘̒̓̆͋ͣ̄ͣͤ̕͡͝a̷̻̳̣͉̒̐͆̂͂ͪ̃̕͟v͒́͛͆̀̚͜͠e̸̢̞̲̰̮̓ͮͪ҉̴͡ ả̸̟͔̠̦̯̭̬̈́͊̚͜͠n͠ÿ̜̝͏̰͞ i҉͟ṋ̺̩́́ͮͭ͒̂҉̵͏̹̔̇t̢̪́͡҉̴̸̡̜͐̉̅͝ę͈͆̆l̷̶̨̢͓͎̞̐ͭ̑̍͢͢͠ f̵̺̫̰̹̰̲͜ớ̴̡̲̗̿͡r̸̷̸̀͞ m̵̢͖͔͍̣̟̳͖̲͋̊ȩ͏̛̥̺̗͓̲̂́́̆̊͒͟,̴̺̒́̐ o͙͉͂ͥ̈̑̅̍͊͢ŗ͑ h͜͏̥̺̋ͦ̉͠͏̨̼̤ͭ̅a̷̪͍͋ͮ̽ͨ͠v̘̈ͭ̿é̵̋̅ y͛̔ͮ͘o̷̴̧̢̙̦̞̪͒͊͞͡u̜̟͆͏҉̀ ả̖̃̑̀̈̿͑͂͗ͩͨ̑͐̕l̷̙͕͂͢ͅr̠̼̫̻̽̌͘͘͜ȩ̬͖̹̫̾̃̌͊a̘̤̗̒ͮͬ̈dͣ͋͆̌y̸̡͔̒͊ͪ͞ f̳́oů̸̴̴̹͓҉̷̵̱̣ͥ̈́͜͝n̞͓̆ͩ̓̆d̢̗ t̵̼̯̜̠͖̯͙͗͛ͩͤ͞͞h̵̜̞̦́́ͦ͢͞e̮m̢̛̮̻̩̣͓̋͋̉͗̕?̷̵̧̲̬ͩ̈́ͩ͋̕͢͡"
AB: "*sigh* Do you have any intel for me or have your already found them?"

(I say "local hours" to emphasize that while it might have been that long for me, it was probably only minutes on your end. Time isn't stable between universes, I figure.)

(Also, while I am breaking the fourth wall here, I would like to emphasize that Andrew Hussie is very much the Waste of Space, as that is what people call his God Tier outfit that matches no existing class.)
And so, Nate glimpses deep into the Void, into the Furthest Ring. The echoing voices of Horrorterrors, the Others, fills his mind. Their words are hateful, yet... tempting. They speak of gods and fire, madness and death, darkness and utter incomprehensibility, whispering that it was all meaningless and that all falls to ruin eventually. Answer to the call of the Void, they promised, voices dripping in poison and lies, cast away your self, your soul, and your very being, and revel in madness forever.

He ignored those fuckers because they were hella annoying.

Guided towards Doom through Space, he neared the darkest depths of Void.

And a sudden flash. He saw her, he KNEW it was her. And his eyes opened.

NATE: I found her.
Gama perks up, her new found energy pulsing through her.
GAMA: So, where to?
((It's at times like these that I wish I could draw.
@JR, I know that, but Dirk doesn't. It was very nice of your clarify just in case. ^-^))

DIRK STRIDER: You found her?
DIRK STRIDER: Well shit, that was quick.

Dirk's
fingers move along the edge of his sweet pointy anime shades, doing what he can with them without taking them off. After a moment he sighs and lowers his hand back to the ground. He reclines, resting his weight on one hand while making small, halting gestures with the other.

DIRK STRIDER: Has anyone reconnected to the memo yet?
DIRK STRIDER: My shades are still dealing with the after effects of Gama's EMP.


In the background, Jane has roped Jake and a few of the others into her fussing over Cyris. They've set up a little tent over the mattress and from what you can hear of their conversation, Jane is threatening to make chicken noodle soup.
NATE: Where isn't quite as important as WHEN.

NATE: Really, as long as we exit the dreambubble at the right time, all paths will lead us in her direction. I'd say about an hour or so and we'll have a straight shot no matter what direction.

NATE: I think there's a chance a few others might be there too. Not GUARANTEED, but it's possible we might run into some of the Pre-Scratch gang too.

NATE: Cernun and Alex, you did amazingly. I would have been searching for hours if it hadn't been for you two!

NATE: But we gotta wait. Meanwhile, we should discuss random bullshit and eat cake.


Nate responds to the memo. Holy shit, he will never understand how hard crashing is on AB. It's hard and nobody understands.

RS: Holy shit, AB, you look like you typed your sentences, then shredded a page of random ASCII characters and heavily seasoned your text with it like it was barbecue sauce and we were in Texas.

RS: Your typing just got taken to Cthulhu Flavortown, located north of R'yleh.

RS: But to answer your question, Operation Where's Waldo's Corpse succeeded. She's chilling on a bed looking up cat videos or something.
After managing to locate her, Cernun collapsed, panting and tired from straining themselves so much. Alex managed to stay standing however, but they're obviously fatigued as well.

ALEX: She was just recently killed.

Cernun stood up, a bit limply.

CERNUN: We noww =ave an idea regardingg w=eree s=ee died andd w=eree =err g=ostt is.... Just tell us w=en we'll go offf....
Nate, despite his thin build and appearance that suggested if he had a constitution score like D&D, his modifier would be at LEAST a -1, seemed... unfatigued.

For those that are unaware, Void players have the occasional glitch where a stat is just... missing on generation. SBURB's debug code, shitty as it is, replaces the stat with not a number, but instead the words "SO STRONG". Oftentimes the stat is Mangrit, leading to a player having 100di% physical strength, but in Nate's case, it was his Pluck, which was essentially Mana with a shitty name. Which is a shame- he rarely does anything with it, opting to instead slack about endlessly, finding ways to distract himself from his distractions until he forgets what he's supposed to be doing... which is where his handle came from. Hence the myserty.

NATE: Yeah, my memo is up. It's odd how your glasses aren't immune to bullshit. I've seen glasses that had strange abilities to block out weird shit in your session. Like, if you put them on, outside influences are a no-go, can't even see Horrorterrors with em on. I think Ben Stiller had them at one point.

NATE: Jane and Jake are pretty loud in that tent over there. Are they usually big on the volume aspect or should I let them do whatever?
Dirk Egbert finally got off the memo, and looked at the others.

DIRK: I don't know, I guess you can do whatever you want, we still got all the time in the world before we leave to find her.
CALI: oh noes! u guys ok?

Cali begins to prod for some refreshments for the two tired Seers.
DIRK STRIDER: Jane and Jake should be fine.
DIRK STRIDER: If Jane starts getting quiet though, that's when you should worry.

Dirk
looks over at Alex and Cernun in their exhausted state.

DIRK STRIDER: Although, if you two don't want to be forcefully cared for in Jane's tent, then you might want to look alive.
DIRK STRIDER: It appears that everyone but me has got their various devices up and running again.
DIRK STRIDER: So what the fuck is up with that?

Dirk
pokes at the arm of his shades. Something bright red flashes on the screen and he freezes for a moment before his button pressing become a bit more frantic.

DIRK STRIDER: What the fuck.
DIRK STRIDER: Something about Gama's EMP tripped a bunch of pitfalls in the system.
DIRK STRIDER: But I didn't
DIRK STRIDER: Hal, that vindictive little shit.
DIRK STRIDER: He left god damn ambushes in my shades.
DIRK STRIDER: I don't know how to undo all this shit he left behind.
DIRK STRIDER: Fuck, I might be able to figure it out with a little time.
DIRK STRIDER: Just give me an hour or so to


There's a short crackle of static and white noise before a clipped, synthesized voice comes from small speakers on the glasses.

LIL HAL: It seems you are attempting to access this rad pair of shades.
DIRK STRIDER: Jesus fuck, where is the mute button?
LIL HAL: There is a 94.13% chance that I cannot allow you to do that.
DIRK STRIDER: Fuck off!
DIRK STRIDER: I'm just going to break it, I swear to god.
While Cernun and Alex are tiredly resting while Cali hands them refreshments. Dirk however heard what's going on on with his Strider self.

DIRK: What? A newcomer?

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