08 April 2013 @ 08:38 pm
I'VE GOT SOME THINGS THAT NEED TO BE TAKEN CARE OF.
CALL IT A SHOPPING LIST FOR NOW.
SOMEONE WHO'S GOOD WITH COMPUTERS, CAMERAS, RADIOS, THAT SORT OF THING.
IF YOU CAN BUILD IT FROM THE GROUND UP, TALK TO ME.
DON'T TALK TO ME IF YOU CAN'T FIND MATERIALS AROUND HERE TO DO IT.
SECOND THING I NEED IS A TELEPATH.
OR AN EMPATH.
OR BOTH I DON'T CARE.
NEITHER REQUIREMENT HAS ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE OTHER.
I GOT A SKILLSET OF MY OWN I'M WILLING TO OFFER IN EXCHANGE FOR THE ABOVE.
MAYBE SOME OTHER SHIT IF I'M FEELING GENEROUS.

TROLLS NEED NOT APPLY FOR THE ABOVE.
I GOT OTHER THINGS TO DO FOR YOU L8R, IF YOU'RE ACTUALLY INTERESTED.
I'LL BE ON FLOOR THIRTEEN L8R IF ANY OF YOU WOULD RATHER TALK TO ME FACE TO FACE.


[ooc: this post is backdated to before people start getting yanked for the event, also]
 
 
06 April 2013 @ 02:59 am


[Gamzee sits in front of the camera. He looks... different. Not just the obvious different that is the huge, stitched up gash across his forehead, either. He's been picking at the sutures there - they're loose and crooked, and the wound has started to reopen a little. All of that prodding and fussing has made the puckered skin around it burn a bright, angry purple - the same color as the bloody gunk seen between the gaps of the stitches.]

[Even though the video is on, he makes no effort to make eye contact, or address the network verbally. Instead, he just looks like he's concentrated on typing, looking down at the keyboard, then back up to the screen, but never moving his eyes up to the camera.]


dId you ever all get your motherfUcKiNg nOtIcE On.
of JUST HOW ALL FUCKIN SILENT THIS WHOLE MOTHERFUCKING PlAcE ReAlLy bE Up aNd At?
SoMeTiMe a BrOtHeR JuSt aLl gOtTa sHuT ThEm lOoKsTuBs and open all up to the noiseless noise his motherfuckin hear ducts.


[He laughs silently, rereading his text. He looks genuinely calm. For a moment. Then, his face falls, and he pecks away at the keyboard a little harder.]

MAYBE YOU ALL WEREN'T NEVER AT FUCKIN HEARING SUCH SHIT WHAT I ALL BE NOW MOST MOTHERFUCKIN BEREFT IN.
maybe you ain't wanna know what i all motherfuckin did.
MAYBE YOU WOULD UP AND BE THINKING I ALL DIDN'T HAVE NO MOTHER FUCKING CHOICE.
maybe i was all motherfuckin crazytown in the nuglug til the boss dude cut me the fuck open.
MAYBE THE MOTHER FUCKING SCREECHING TORE THE NOISE CANALS UP OUT MY MOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
SS
GJGJKK


43
M
FG


[As his text distorted, the video would show his face almost pained, twisted up in an expression of anger as his head jerked to the side. Once. Twice. Three times.]

G-g-ghghh... ughh-- F-F-F-F-Fuck--
 
 
04 April 2013 @ 10:02 pm
[The terminal message today comes from one mug rarely seen on the network — Equius Zahhak, the awkward yellowblood one. He's fiddling around with the controls a little bit and only bothers to look up at the screen itself after a short delay. Probably fucking around with the settings or something. When he does look up, he offers the camera a truly pathetic attempt at a cursory smile and then jumps right to business, reverting back to his usual worried frown.]

Um, hello, everyone. I just have a really quick question for all of you, regarding the terminals here in this Tower. Uh, I've been doing some poking around in the systems, and they're... [...weird as shit.] ...well, not like anything I've seen before.

[At the same time this monologue was going on, Gamzee was feeling particularly restless. Although a petty altercation would be nothing in comparison to the carnage he craved, nothing seemed to curb the antagonistic streak that wound itself through his insides.]

[It was almost serendipity that sat Equius at one of the many terminals lining the dormitory halls. As he prattled on to the camera about something that assuredly was boring everyone to tears, Gamzee found himself trailing closer to the yellowblood, rows of teeth creeping out from behind his painted lips.]


So I was just wondering if anyone with a knowledge of computers had ever seen any system run like this, because I thought maybe it would help a bit in finding out which universe exactly we're in? I found some books in the library on the topic of various programming languages, and I know several myself, so...

[He lingered behind the boy for a moment, content with staring into the camera, or examining the back of his head. After a while, though, his fingers wound themselves over Equius' shoulders, and Gamzee lowered his chin between those phallic horns, barely pressing it against the top of his head.]


Give your babbly noise a fuckin' rest, motherfucker.

BULLYING AND FISTICUFFS ENSUE. )
 
 
01 April 2013 @ 09:57 pm
[It takes him all day to muster himself out of his bed to make this post in the dormitory levels. Had he not been slammed with a message about his new "job", he would have kindly stayed in his room for a day or two just to... he wasn't even sure what the right word was. He didn't need to relax. He needed to detox. His journey home had been short, but he hoped and prayed it was just a dream. Only a dream, please just let it be that. But he'd seen the barren landscape, inhaled the putrid, acidic smell of miasma leaking out of every crack and crevice, seas of purple mud and poison all that remained of his world.

Of course he wanted it to be a dream.

...]


Two questions. Feel free to answer or not.

First: How many of you have been back home? As in: how many have returned to what used to be their home, only to come back? What did you see, and did it... feel real?


[...]

Second: What are we left with if the worlds we all know are really gone? Is it just us, this Tower, countless years and a few grim expectations?

I really am starting to wonder.
 
 
28 March 2013 @ 12:28 am
[ Greetings people of the tower, have the King of Evil who cursed the tower this month appear on the terminals, for the first time in over six months. He looks fairly neutral, with a very light smile. ]

So long as it been since I last posted here, and yet I see nothing changed. The same cycle has been repeating over and over again, both here and where we come from. Higher powers play with those they see as inferior... Cruel and pointless games meant to satisfy their own amusement. From the tortured crowds sometimes a voice arise, then many--

But at the first bone tossed their way, the mindless masses go back in rank behind the higher powers they chose to venerate as deities. At the first occasion to forget, they chose blissful ignorance. Yes... In the end, complacency reigns. People always return to their meaningless preoccupations and lose of sight what should matter most.

[ He pauses and shakes his head in disapproval before continuing. ]

Have voice even been heard in this tower? Many entertained -and without a doubt still do- the idea that following certain golden haired women would bring them what they longed for. Yet, nothing happened. All they did was replace a deplorable situation with another, build a false hope they could comfort themselves with. All they did was turn a blind eye on reality.

Not a voice arise to stand against the status quo. [A very short and deep chuckle.] How pathetic. Tell me, Tower of Animus, do you not believe time has come for you to awaken and bring about an end to this?
 
 
12 March 2013 @ 06:34 pm
If this is the endgame, I have to say I'm pretty disappointed!
Not a8out the world 8eing destroyed or whatever. That was already o8vious from the 8eginning.
So the universe is gone, 8ig deal. The way I see it there are 8igger problems! Much 8igger!
First of all, there must 8e a mistake. My stylish noose should 8e 8lue, don't you think?
This shitty hue would 8e gr8 on some finfaced douche8ag I 8et.
8ut it's soooooooo not my color.
Secondly! This sad excuse for a meal is disgusting and I can't find the gru8 sauce.
I think I might die if I have to eat this crap plain! And no one wants to see that right?
Riiiiiiiight?
Of course not! Soooooooo........
SOS gru8 sauce needed ASAP!
 
 
01 March 2013 @ 08:09 pm
[Heather is unfamiliar with the network and the image is shaky at first as she fumbles with the device. After a few seconds the picture settles down and reveals the girl's face, which displays an indifferent expression. There is quite a bit of confusion hiding behind the serene look that Heather is determined to keep to herself.]

Uh, hey. Can somebody tell me exactly what's going on here? All I know is that somebody brought me here and they're saying the world got blown up or something.

So what? We're just stuck here like this or... what's goin' on here?

[She looks uneasily down at the ground before returning her gaze to the screen]

So if anybody can tell me anything... yeah. That'd be awesome.
 
 
15 January 2013 @ 11:01 am
Content Warning: Thread with Tavros got smutty I really can't believe I'm putting this right in the OP but the general public has a right to be warned.

[The feed clicks on, revealing an extremely wide, extremely frantic purple eye.]

[After a few seconds, the features surrounding said eye come into view, as the operator of the video backs up. And backs up a little more.]

[It's a gargantuan troll. Everything about him looks like it's been blown well out of reasonable proportion. His shoulders took up the width of the screen, and the way he hunched over couldn't have been anything but uncomfortable. His face was painted up like a monotone clown - all dark smudges against stark white. The design hadn't changed much in the sweeps he'd spent here. What was your face was your face, no matter how you felt about it. The paint was what he was born with, the design was a part of him - one thing in life that couldn't be done on a whim.]

[Most of that face, however, was obscured by the most absurd mane of hair imaginable. It exploded from his head in a mass of mats and twists and curls, getting in his eyes and mouth before running down his neck and past his shoulders. It was reminiscent of vines taking over a building - crawling up and threatening to engulf the two massive, spiraling horns that sprouted from his head.]

[For being as giant as he was, Gamzee had been lacking in the brute strength department - a solitary physical trait he failed to inherit from his ancestor. His limbs and neck were thick, but not as thick as they could or should be. His hands rivaled the size of dinner plates, but the fingers on them remained knuckles and spindle.]

[Now that both manic eyes were visible, as well as a decent amount of the rest of him, Gamzee's dark lips parted to speak, revealing terribly sharp and terribly disgusting fangs. Plucking a vial of dark purple liquid from his pants pocket, he held it up to the camera.]


All you magnanimous motherfuckers, please to be all popping the most righteous of motherfuckin' squats at the terminal and start bestowing on to your wicked brother all what's knowledge holy you up and got in those inferior thinkpans 'bout the matter what all is at being your mother fucking blood.
 
 
19 December 2012 @ 09:57 pm
y'all motherfuckers be thinking you all be getting your motherfuckin sneaky on at a brother.
AIN'T BEEN UP AND MOTHER FUCKING COUNTING ON ALL THEM EXTRASENSORIES WHAT I MOTHERFUCKIN GOT.
sensories what be allowing me the knowing on shit being fucking plotted before i motherfuckin get to be encountering at it.
THEM PETTY FUCKIN SCHEMES YOURS AIN'T GONNA BE PLAYING THE FUCK OUT WHAT ALL THE MOTHER FUCKING WAY YOU BE WANTING THEM TO.

i ain't gonna motherfucking eat it.
I MOTHER FUCKING AIN'T GONNA MOTHERFUCKING PUT ANY MOTHER FUCKING THING IN BETWEEN THESE MOTHERFUCKING LIPS NO MOTHERFUCKING MORE.
you ain't gonna win, motherfuckers.
YOU AIN'T GONNA MOTHERFUCKING WIN.
i ain't joining the traveling motherfuckin circus all at the hands of you motherfuckers.
I GO BY MY OWN FUCKIN HAND.
or i stay on this fucking fairground til what last mother fucking tent be razed.

SEND YOUR MOTHER FUCKING MOBS, MAY THEY AIN'T NEVER MOTHER FUCKING FIND WHERE I BE HID.
ain't got a single motherfuck to give on culling you all what come near.
BREAK THE TONGS FROM YOUR MOTHER FUCKING PITCHFORKS TO SHOVE THEM STRAIGHT IN EACH YOUR MOTHERFUCKING EYE JELLIES.
use them fuckin torches yours burning bright to scald the bubbly hide from your mother fucking bones.
YOU AIN'T GONNA SAVE NO ONE BY GETTING YOUR MOTHERFUCKING SLAUGHTER ON AT ME.
only lead your riotous selves to your mother fucking deaths.

I BE NOW WITH THE WORLD AT MY FUCKIN FLAP RAISING HELL UP AGAINST ME.
all you bitches what's i once thought chill be fuckin shovin your knives in my mother fucking spine.
BUT AIN'T WORTH BEIN SOUR OVER FUCKIN THAT TRAITOROUS NOISE.
i will stand a motherfucking lone on all your motherfuckin corpses like what i all was meant to in the first mother fucking place.

I WILL MOTHER FUCKING SHOW EVERY MOTHERFUCKER HOW MUCH A FUCKIN DANGER TO YOU ALL I MOTHERFUCKING AM.
 
 
05 November 2012 @ 06:51 pm
HUMAN TRADITIONS ARE STUPID.
COSTUMES ARE STUPID.
CANDY IS LESS STUPID.
YOU ALL ARE FUCKING STUPID.
NEXT TIME I'M LOOKING FOR AN APOCALYPSE, I'LL REMEMBER TO DIAL THE LINE TO TOWER WONDERFUCK.
HOME OF LITERALLY EVERYTHING TERRIBLE IN THE MULTIVERSE.

ALRIGHT NOW THAT WE GOT THAT OUT OF THE WAY, TIME TO GET BACK TO BUSINESS.
YOU MIGHT ALL REMEMBER BACK A WHILE AGO WHEN I MENTIONED DIFFERENT SHIT HAPPENING AFTER MY LAST DEATH.
WELL IF YOU DON'T, SURPRISE!!!!!!!!
I HAD SOME WEIRD SIDE EFFECTS AFTER I "DIED".
I DON'T EVEN FUCKING KNOW IF WE CAN CALL IT DEATH ANYMORE AND I DON'T ACTUALLY CARE.
I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT EITHER.
THIS ISN'T A PHILOSOPHICAL DISCUSSION.
I MADE A DUMB PROMISE A WHILE BACK THAT I INTEND ON KEEPING SO.
HERE'S SOME MORE NEWS.

I KNOW YOU'RE ALL ABSOLUTELY ECSTATIC TO TO HEAR THAT I HAVE DIED ONCE AGAIN.
LAST TIME IT WAS A FUCKING COLD ASS TABLE.
THIS TIME I WOKE UP NOT BEING ABLE TO FEEL MY ARM.
THE RIGHT ONE, IF IT MAKES ANY DIFFERENCE?
SOMEONE WAS FUCKING WITH IT BEFORE THAT, I DON'T KNOW WHO.
I DIDN'T SEE.
DIDN'T HURT.
IT WAS LIKE SOME FUCKING OUTER BODY EXPERIENCE AND I H8TED IT.

MOVING ON AGAIN.
DON'T FUCKING PESTER ME ABOUT THIS OR I'LL RIP OUT YOUR PROTEIN ORBS AND FEED THEM TO CAPTAIN CINNAMON CLAWS.
DON'T THINK I WON'T.

DESPITE BEING HEADHUNTED ALL LAST MONTH LIKE GOD DAMN PYGMY LARVAE IN FIDUSPAWN, I COULDN'T HELP BUT NOTICE THAT YOU ARE ALL TERRIBLE AT KEEPING YOUR QUADRANTS IN ORDER.
LIKE LITERALLY TERRIBLE.
PROBABLY SOME OF THE WORST CASES I'VE EVER SEEN.
AND YES, I'VE ALREADY BEEN MADE WELL AWARE OF SOME YOUR HUMAN CONDITION OF ONLY BEING CAPABLE OF ONE TYPE OF ROMANCE.
WHAT THE FUCK EVER WE AREN'T TALKING ABOUT THAT EITHER.
WHAT WE ARE GOING TO TALK ABOUT IS ME AND YOU.
AND HOW I CAN HELP YOU.
I CAN HELP ALL OF YOU FOR A ONCE IN THE LIFETIME FEE.
OR MAYBE IF I'M FEELING GENEROUS, I WON'T EVEN CHARGE.
YOU WON'T KNOW UNTIL YOU GIVE ME A TRY.

FOR THOSE WHO DON'T KNOW ME.
NAME'S KARKAT VANTAS, ROMANCUL8TOR EXTRAORDINAIRE.
BEEN DOING THIS FOR SWEEPS, YOU'RE IN GOOD HANDS.
AND EVEN IF YOU DON'T THINK YOU HAVE A PROBLEM, YOU PROBABLY DO.
SO LET ME HOOK YOU UP.
 
 
24 August 2012 @ 11:38 pm
Hello. It's... ah. It's Genda again.

I just want to thank those of you who helped reassure Feferi of herself and stood up for her over the network not long ago.
Seeing so many people stop to cheer up someone I hold dear made my view of this place brighten, if only a little.

So thank you.

... And if the man who said those terrible things to her happens to be watching the network: Feferi and her kind are not monsters.
They're the farthest thing from monsters - even though they are different on the outside, they're people just like us on the inside.

What's on the outside doesn't matter, especially in a place like this.
 
 
23 August 2012 @ 11:41 pm
[Feferi's been careful to look nice for the camera this time, or as nice as she can look here. Her hair's brushed out, so it's not unruly, she's set her goggles off her head and is wearing them like a headband, her jewelry is on straight and looks shiny, and she's found lipstick so her lips are just the right shade.

But despite all that, she looks pretty upset and pretty nervous. Something's got her shaken up.]


Um, hi. It's Feferi. I have a question, after this...rude...conchversation...

...I know I look...different. But I don't look like a monster, do I? I never thought I did. I always thought I looked, whale, pretty. Not like I was full of myself or anyfin! But everyone should feel pretty, you know?

I mean, I know I don't look the same as a human gill looks, but I didn't think I looked like a monster. Not till now. If I look like that to anemoneone, I apologize. I'm reely not a monster.

...I also think that stuff that he's talking about is absolutely disgusting. I don't know where anyone would get such a sick idea. It kind of makes me want to throw up...
 
 
Alright, so I've been here a couple of days already, and I've just got one question.

What's up with all the furries around here? No one told me there'd be one of those creepy comic book sex cult conventions going on in this place!

What is wrong with the people running this place, and why couldn't they have at least mentioned something about this?! Jesus!

((OOC: I will probably be slow on tags after today, BUT I will tag back a few days later! Just need to get a few things sorted after today first.))
 
 
[Oh my God does he not even care about changing his stupid font right now.]

KARKAT VANTAS WHERE THE MOTHERFUCK ARE YOU

WHERE IS EVERYJKLMMSGDKL,B
ljkdfl,b;gf.
FUCK


FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS RATTLY SHAKY BULLSHIT

oh
f;j.uck!!!
 
 
 
01 August 2012 @ 11:24 pm
[Feferi looks...tired. That's all you can really say about her, when she lets the video come on. She looks like she hasn't slept much, and she looks like she's gone somewhere to cry for a few minutes before calming down enough to speak.]

H-hi, everyone. I hope everyone's all right?

I - mm. I was going to ask whether or not anyone else's roommates weren't waking up, but...

Please be all right, Sayaka.

...what do you do when this place finally gets to you? I've been trying not to - to let it, but...I think I just really need some friends right now. I was up by the aquarium earlier and I think I'm gonna go back up there.

[She wipes at her eyes, and she thinks she's cut the feed, but:]

...it's never easy, this whole 'actually needing to step up and make decisions' princess stuff...
 
 
[ The video clicks on to show Dolorosa fussing with the computer. Well, most of her. Only the bottom of her head is visible, as whoever used this terminal last is far shorter than she is. After a few moments of this, the camera shakes and refocuses to show her face, and after double-checking it against the display on the monitor, she smiles and places her hands in her lap.

She looks tired, and the bags under her eyes have deepened from getting very little sleep this past month.
]

Well, I'm pleased to see they have heard and followed my suggestion to improve the cafeteria menu! The recent state of affairs has been simply atrocious, we can't have growing children expected to receive their necessary sustenance from such negligent offerings.

More than this, it allows little excuse for one to not eat healthfully, so I must encourage you all to observe your proper nutritional schedule each day. Should you require assistance, or perhaps more direct motivation, [ ie. her pulling you by the ear to the cafeteria ] my services remain available.

I'm glad to see local operations improving following the dreadful events of the past weeks.

[ Of course, she...doesn't know about the puffer fish soup... ]
 
 
02 July 2012 @ 12:33 am
This post, if people would like to utilize it, can be used to quickly meet up with those you were separated or stranded from during the previous month, as well as ensuring one another of your safety.

This will help ensure that we have one place to check for such correspondences, and will not flood the network with an overabundance of the same sentiment.

You're free to utilize your own means, of course- I simply figured this would be a useful tool, after all that has happened.
 
 
25 May 2012 @ 08:39 pm
I've been thinking about what to do about the giant spider everyone's been getting eaten by lately, and I think I came up with something. I'm going to ask the admins to get rid of it in the suggestion box. They keep saying they want to help us, so they should put their money where their mouth is.

To anyone that was wondering what it is, someone posted saying it was a lusus? Which is like a big animal thing that acts as a guardian for a troll. Not that that explains why it was eating people, which brings me around to--

Okay, I hardly know you, but Vriska Serket, what the heck where you thinking?! If it's your lusus, you can't exactly have missed what was going on! How could you just let it eat people? I don't care if they came back, it still ate them.

Are all of you that got attacked okay?