[Say hello to John Egbert. Say hello to John Egbert's angry texts.]

all questions aside about what the hell is going on here.
who broke my hammer?
because that is just messed up.

[He sends another out a few moments later.]

who is even seeing this?
hi i'm john.
to anyone out there.

[The video clicks on, showing a clearly worn out Jade Strider, with a small handful of bleeding scratches and some burn marks on her face, and for once completely lacking her "cool kid" composure. She's breathing heavily and obviously panicked, but compared to John Lalonde it looks like she got off easy-- in the background he can be seen leaning over some pile of debris near two chairs, his face reduced to a bloody and battered mess from an explosion. Both of them seem to have an extra collar on under their colored collars, linked by chains to a strange box on the ceiling of the Library.
When she started talking, it was hurried and rushed, and she sounded like she was about to cry.]

H-Hey-- the fucking bomb just-- blew the fuck up in John's f-face and there's metal and shit in his face and it's all fucked up and we ne--!

[Her sentence was cut short with the sound of a "snap," the chain suddenly retracting on both ends, violently pulling John away from the bomb's remains and Jade away from the computer terminal.

Given the way both of their bodies were now hanging limply from the ceiling, that "snap" wasn't just the sound of the mechanisms.

After a minute or so of that image, someone enters the screen. She looks similar to a popular movie icon, if anyone into horror movies are watching, but just a little more terrifying. She smiles, waving a wooden hand at the camera, before switching the feed off.]

i see the network is working properly again!
good, good. that makes this easier.
i want to play a game, my fellow tower mates.
do you think you can survive any better than these two?
it's a shame they couldn't follow the rules, isn't it?
hee hee hee.
i hope you all are ready.
oh, before i go, if anyone needs candy there's plenty to be found in the library!
i'm sure they won't be needing it.
:)

The next person to suggest we eat ice cream for an entire month and have it passed through by the staff will be royally flipped off the handle into a never ending abyss of pain and despair and horrible blackness.

That is all.

[A few moments later, there is an addition.]

Also, has anyone seen Dave Strider as of late? I don't believe he is in his room, but his things are still present.

[Link didn't think information like an entire world being destroyed was something people should inform you on a piece of paper, but they had and Link didn't know how to act. Princess Zelda, Princess Midna, Ordon- had he really failed everyone? Had it been his fault? Hadn't he just saved Hyrule? He was broken, upset, and angry.

At some point he had dumped something heavy on the communication desk but hadn't stuck around. For a guy who lived in a tree, he didn't know technology. At the moment he was sitting down, back to the door, letter on the floor beside him, blue eyes gazing up at what appeared to be the light on the ceiling. It was so bright, he had never seen fire burn this way. It couldn't be fire. It's as bright as the sun but I'm indoors. Maybe it's magic.

He was definitely curious, there was no doubt he'd soon be climbing up something in order to reach it but for now, his body felt like lead. Not even the glowing screen recording him did much to catch his attention.]

Princess Zelda. [There has to be a way to fix this. There's still hope, right? He could really use some guidance right about now.]

Wait a second.

I came to the library, saw these computers here, and out of curiosity’s sake tried to get the internet only to realize there isn’t one.

No yahoo. No Facebook. …WHAT AM I GOING TO WITHOUT FARMVILLE? MY CROPS ARE WITHERING AND YOU COULDN’T CARE LESS!!!

My virtual pets are going to get all dirty and pack up house to go over to one of my neighbors. My Sims are going to grow as weary and depressed as some of the folk I’ve passed in the halls here—and certainly that silver haired guy I’m rooming with. Wow. Talk about needing a little passive to mute out the aggressive! Swore he was staring daggers at me one night as I lay in bed.

Never. Again.

Oh.

I guess hearing that the world didn’t explode would be a perk of having a functioning social networking site, sure. Even CNN would’a been nice.

Can someone help a guy out? Any techies? Come on please?

[ first comes a short text post, the words almost sharp and definitely typed fast and with a clear intention of wanting answers now. ]

okay.
i'm going to admit that "let's all be happy here" kind of goes beyond the definition of weird and slams head-on into creepy.
can someone give me a quick rundown on that?
because, yeah.
i'm really creeped out.

[ and then it switches to the image of a young boy with black hair and bright blue eyes, looking for all the world like he's just found a new toy that's gone and decided to bite him in the nose. and yet, at the same time there's an underlying eagerness. NEW PLACES, NEW THINGS, NEW PEOPLE. COME INTO HIS ARMS, LET HIM INSPECT YOU... ]

Is this more time stuff? Because, well, to be honest I'm kind of getting sick of the time stuff.

Ignore. ♥