I had an...intresting...dream. It was almost as if I had been in a meeting, with my boss or s~~~~~~r Supervisor. I can't remember what~~ he said, or why he said what he said, but all I know is that he was sharply dressed. Like I'm talking investor "let me buy your co~~~py company" type dress. He almost looked like the ~ ~~~ from ~~~~ ~~~~. Sorry. I'm using a pen. I forgot I had a pencil in my bag. Anyways, he was in this nice blue suit, but he was strange looking. Regardless, I woke up somewhere different from where I'd initially rested. There's still a tree but it's not the same one I slept in, it's next to a road with signs I can't read. Looks Russian? Balkan? idk honestly. My bed is still here, my stuff, too. My watch wont work though and I've visibly aged, more arm hair and stuff. I wonder if I time traveled? I re-read the proposal on the front page and it's still maddeningly sad, but the craziest part about it is that the pages yellowed. My whole journal aged terribly. I hear a motorcycle. I have to go. They're people!
... The motorcycle would screech to a halt. Two men, one distinctively shorter than the other, would hop off of the bike and draw their weapons. They'd point the barrels of their guns to Jackson, and bark commands. He'd drop to his knees, hands raised, and lie on the ground. The shorter man would yell "What year is it!" Jackson would respond "2000!" They'd lower their weapons slightly, then the armed men would look at each other. Their expressions matching... terror, and hope.
(elsewhere...) [-Incoming Audio Recording.-] [-Origin: Overwatch Intercontinental Visual Heat-Signiture Intercept Switch Station-] [i][Read? {{{Y}}} / N-] <::This is the Overwatch H-SI Switch Board, I've got Station Omega reporting a small size signiture intercepting a blip in the system, located in Sector 62 near a road in the local forest. They ran a diagnostic on the radar device and found 2 more blips matching the [UUWP] (UU Wanted Personnel) Soldier currently at-large. One located in Sector 20 near City 15, and another located in Sector 61 inside the City 17 train station.::> <::Would recommend a strike team in each area to apprehend the "blips" and bring them in for questioning.::> <::Interloper status is still at large, we haven't found any of his location pings since 0617AM Earth-time. Last known location was near the former Dead Sea in the antlion infested regions. Search and Destroy missions have been postponed from City 17 Nexus while command duties are being transferred to the local forces there.::> <::Message over. Signed - Krell 01, Radio Divisions.::>
(tbd.)
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love me some lore former hgm, npu dvl (sentry), lvet co
It was almost as if I had been in a meeting, with my boss or s~~~~~~r Supervisor. I can't remember what~~ he said, or why he said what he said, but all I know is that he was sharply dressed. Like I'm talking investor "let me buy your co~~~py company" type dress. He almost looked like the ~ ~~~ from ~~~~ ~~~~.
Sorry. I'm using a pen.
I forgot I had a pencil in my bag.
Anyways, he was in this nice blue suit, but he was strange looking.
Regardless, I woke up somewhere different from where I'd initially rested. There's still a tree but it's not the same one I slept in, it's next to a road with signs I can't read. Looks Russian? Balkan? idk honestly.
My bed is still here, my stuff, too. My watch wont work though and I've visibly aged, more arm hair and stuff. I wonder if I time traveled?
I re-read the proposal on the front page and it's still maddeningly sad, but the craziest part about it is that the pages yellowed. My whole journal aged terribly.
I hear a motorcycle. I have to go.
They're people!
...
The motorcycle would screech to a halt. Two men, one distinctively shorter than the other, would hop off of the bike and draw their weapons. They'd point the barrels of their guns to Jackson, and bark commands. He'd drop to his knees, hands raised, and lie on the ground. The shorter man would yell "What year is it!"
Jackson would respond "2000!"
They'd lower their weapons slightly, then the armed men would look at each other. Their expressions matching...
terror,
and hope.
(elsewhere...)
[-Incoming Audio Recording.-]
[-Origin: Overwatch Intercontinental Visual Heat-Signiture Intercept Switch Station-]
[i][Read? {{{Y}}} / N-]
<::This is the Overwatch H-SI Switch Board, I've got Station Omega reporting a small size signiture intercepting a blip in the system, located in Sector 62 near a road in the local forest. They ran a diagnostic on the radar device and found 2 more blips matching the [UUWP] (UU Wanted Personnel) Soldier currently at-large. One located in Sector 20 near City 15, and another located in Sector 61 inside the City 17 train station.::>
<::Would recommend a strike team in each area to apprehend the "blips" and bring them in for questioning.::>
<::Interloper status is still at large, we haven't found any of his location pings since 0617AM Earth-time. Last known location was near the former Dead Sea in the antlion infested regions. Search and Destroy missions have been postponed from City 17 Nexus while command duties are being transferred to the local forces there.::>
<::Message over. Signed - Krell 01, Radio Divisions.::>
(tbd.)
former hgm, npu dvl (sentry), lvet co
this makes me want to do something like this for my combine char, a journal of sorts of the mind of a OSE who still has flashes of humanity perhaps
oh fyi these little lore posts aren't meant to tie into anything CvR related, it's based off the universe but isn't related to the server itself.