This is fucking disgusting
Simplicity - simplicity was the key.
Who would have thought it was so... simple. I'm in no mood for jokes.
I know what the machine was for.
I know why he sent us an image of a crushed stick figure.
I know the reason why he's "ALREADY WON".
After the grueling effort of trying to figure out what Thoreau was right about and what all these, charts, binary codes, and rebuses meant, the log-in worked. The desktop had only two icons: one being the recycle bin, the other simply titled EXE. Being a very foolish and curious human being by nature I clicked this EXE to see what happened. Nothing.
Nothing... that is until a few minutes later when a cop asked me "what the fuck I just did". The 'machine' began steadily moving and everybody in the building panicked, expecting an explosion or the triggering of something deadly. What we found was not something deadly but something dead.
Yes. We had found Fred Davis, manager of the new Grand Gaia division. A sudden whiff of decaying flesh infested our noses as the six walls retreated. He was neatly crammed into the shape of a 2x2x2 cube: crushed bones and gore. This machine was not meant to contain... it was meant to crush.
In between the remains of his arms was a notebook. A simple paper pad of 20 or so pages. Fred had filled the entire thing with frantic scribbles, barely legible in the red of his blood. The experiment, the construction of the facility, even the creation of this internet network. It was all horrifyingly genius.
"MY 'TRAPS' ARE NOT MEANT TO CHANGE PEOPLES LIVES. THEY SERVE ONLY TO ANALYZE THE MOST COMPLEX OF MACHINES: THE HUMAN MIND... EVAN WAS ONLY AN APPETIZER. FRED WAS MY MASTERPIECE."
It's abhorring. I was wrong in calling him a Jigsaw-copycat. This... thing has no morals. Only an addiction to attention and psychoanalysis.
No leads. I have no leads left and the clues we have are all solved. I still don't know what GG has to do with all of this or why mother_nature chose Fred, let alone Evan. All I have is this damn notebook. I have failed in saving Fred but this chase must go on...
Cunningham
Fuck... I can't read as single word of this thing. It's going to take forever to translate.
Who would have thought it was so... simple. I'm in no mood for jokes.
I know what the machine was for.
I know why he sent us an image of a crushed stick figure.
I know the reason why he's "ALREADY WON".
After the grueling effort of trying to figure out what Thoreau was right about and what all these, charts, binary codes, and rebuses meant, the log-in worked. The desktop had only two icons: one being the recycle bin, the other simply titled EXE. Being a very foolish and curious human being by nature I clicked this EXE to see what happened. Nothing.
Nothing... that is until a few minutes later when a cop asked me "what the fuck I just did". The 'machine' began steadily moving and everybody in the building panicked, expecting an explosion or the triggering of something deadly. What we found was not something deadly but something dead.
Yes. We had found Fred Davis, manager of the new Grand Gaia division. A sudden whiff of decaying flesh infested our noses as the six walls retreated. He was neatly crammed into the shape of a 2x2x2 cube: crushed bones and gore. This machine was not meant to contain... it was meant to crush.
In between the remains of his arms was a notebook. A simple paper pad of 20 or so pages. Fred had filled the entire thing with frantic scribbles, barely legible in the red of his blood. The experiment, the construction of the facility, even the creation of this internet network. It was all horrifyingly genius.
"MY 'TRAPS' ARE NOT MEANT TO CHANGE PEOPLES LIVES. THEY SERVE ONLY TO ANALYZE THE MOST COMPLEX OF MACHINES: THE HUMAN MIND... EVAN WAS ONLY AN APPETIZER. FRED WAS MY MASTERPIECE."
It's abhorring. I was wrong in calling him a Jigsaw-copycat. This... thing has no morals. Only an addiction to attention and psychoanalysis.
No leads. I have no leads left and the clues we have are all solved. I still don't know what GG has to do with all of this or why mother_nature chose Fred, let alone Evan. All I have is this damn notebook. I have failed in saving Fred but this chase must go on...
Cunningham
Fuck... I can't read as single word of this thing. It's going to take forever to translate.
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If you have scans of the pages I can take a look as well. mother_nature has been leaving me threatening (for lack of a better term) messages on my own homepage. I don't know why MN has chosen me, but suffice to say, after this incident, I'm a little more concerned.
That would be great help. I can't picture myself translating these completely on my own.
Don't expect them immediately though. The cops are checking things out first. I wouldn't want to mess up my scanner either so the blood has to dry.
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