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un: kidomega | text
alright people listen up. a lot of you wanted me "ask nicer" so that's what i'm doing. i know that sounds sarcastic but it's not. i just talk like this. i'm a bunch of things, most of them pretty shitty, but one thing i'm not is a coward. i'm a big enough guy to own it when i fucked up, and i fucked up. my b. this is me trying to fix it. we gucci? oh and if all that's not convincing for you, i've got my meanest buddy on standby to kick my ass if i get too out of pocket. just @ hellion. and with a name like that you know he means business. okay? okay.
so. here's the sitch
there's an old as balls computer in the catacombs under the city. roughly similar to an ibm model 5150 circa 1981 earth for any of you nerd types. i can beam the location into your brains or draw you a map. there's also a skeleton that may or may not be alive, and no i can't expand on that. go take a look if you're curious. anyway, i booted up the thing, and it asked for security questions. the questions are as follows:
what is clark kent's middle name?
what rank esper is accelerator?
what state did scott summers grow up in?
who is nero's father?
what was jayce talis from?
what is the name of cid telamon's daughter?
what is john reese's birthday?
what is arthur morgan's favorite father's name?
who is damian wayne's mother?
what is antigone's surname?
now then. i've been getting a whole lot of questions about why the computer wants this shit and why does it know this blah blah blah. truth is the powers that be know everything there is to know about us. memories, biometrics, personal info, shit you've never told a soul. if that makes you uncomfy, then good. that means your brain works. keep it up.
i'ma be straight with you. i've got no clue what will happen if we get past the security questions. hell, i don't know if there is anything past the security questions. for all i know it'll say the answers are wrong no matter what just so we'll tear each other apart with petty infighting. that's my pet theory, but you make your own calls. i'm not your dad.
the one thing i know for sure is that we were meant to find this. or at least we're allowed to find it. i mean we've been talking about it in front of god and everybody for ages, and aurora hasn't made a peep. seems weird, right? what it's for, is it a prank, who does it belong to, what's it doing in a spooky ass crypt full of oddly humanoid bones and a skeleton that feels like it's staring into my soul? total mystery. a mystery that i personally would love to solve. if you wanna know too? great. if you don't give a shit? you do you. but none of this is gonna matter if we don't have all the answers. in other words, we do this together or not at all. capiche?
okay, qq out. hmu for further questions, otherwise talk amongst yourselves.
[OOC: Guess who crashed out on main and now has to come crawling back for take 2! For anyone who didn't see Quentin's first disastrous post, this is part of Sophie's player plot. Feel free to roast him.]
so. here's the sitch
there's an old as balls computer in the catacombs under the city. roughly similar to an ibm model 5150 circa 1981 earth for any of you nerd types. i can beam the location into your brains or draw you a map. there's also a skeleton that may or may not be alive, and no i can't expand on that. go take a look if you're curious. anyway, i booted up the thing, and it asked for security questions. the questions are as follows:
what is clark kent's middle name?
what rank esper is accelerator?
what state did scott summers grow up in?
who is nero's father?
what was jayce talis from?
what is the name of cid telamon's daughter?
what is john reese's birthday?
what is arthur morgan's favorite father's name?
who is damian wayne's mother?
what is antigone's surname?
now then. i've been getting a whole lot of questions about why the computer wants this shit and why does it know this blah blah blah. truth is the powers that be know everything there is to know about us. memories, biometrics, personal info, shit you've never told a soul. if that makes you uncomfy, then good. that means your brain works. keep it up.
i'ma be straight with you. i've got no clue what will happen if we get past the security questions. hell, i don't know if there is anything past the security questions. for all i know it'll say the answers are wrong no matter what just so we'll tear each other apart with petty infighting. that's my pet theory, but you make your own calls. i'm not your dad.
the one thing i know for sure is that we were meant to find this. or at least we're allowed to find it. i mean we've been talking about it in front of god and everybody for ages, and aurora hasn't made a peep. seems weird, right? what it's for, is it a prank, who does it belong to, what's it doing in a spooky ass crypt full of oddly humanoid bones and a skeleton that feels like it's staring into my soul? total mystery. a mystery that i personally would love to solve. if you wanna know too? great. if you don't give a shit? you do you. but none of this is gonna matter if we don't have all the answers. in other words, we do this together or not at all. capiche?
okay, qq out. hmu for further questions, otherwise talk amongst yourselves.
[OOC: Guess who crashed out on main and now has to come crawling back for take 2! For anyone who didn't see Quentin's first disastrous post, this is part of Sophie's player plot. Feel free to roast him.]
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