Post number #761910, ID: 28acf1
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>The feed is crackling, but through the noise, one can make out a faint breathing, ragged and short >The sound of footsteps, the sound of flames, close to the microphone "It hurts." >A voice pierces the noise, a young voice, but despite the pain, it sounds strong and hardy "The flames lick my body all over, I feel like I'm going to die with every step." >The voice continues >The sound of the steps does not abate "I can't smell anything anymore. I can't see. I can't hear."
Post number #761911, ID: 28acf1
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>>761910 "I can't taste the blood in my mouth, neither." >The voice is strange, as if the person using it was not used to their own vocal chords "But I can feel it still, my own voice, calling on the wind. The city... no, myself, I am the city... It burns with hatred, but also love and cheer, it's so strong, I feel like I'll die any second now." >Coughing, the steps stop for a second as the speaker seems to double over and spit out something, but they soon resume "I can't die."
Post number #761912, ID: 28acf1
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>>761911 "I refuse to die. I won't let anyone kill me." >The voice burns your ears, the smell of burning inferno is getting stronger and stronger "I'll live, and I'll push forward, I made a promise." >Prickling sensations, hairs raised on the back of your neck, Shivers "My skin hurts, but I can feel everything, the people in the towers, enjoying their debauchery, the people in the ground, crying to be remembered." >Something is in the air, smelling of smoke and burning flesh
Post number #761914, ID: 28acf1
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>Before long, the air feels crisp >You haven't been listening to an audio, the page is empty, there is no signal from the IP "To the west, in the sea, something is drawing ever closer. It is beautiful." >You still hear the voice, now next to your ears, the city speaks to you "Underneath, people scurry like rats, the smell of chloride rises from The Depths. Above, many play at God, seeking their own divine kingdom of infinity." >The voice is soft now, calm
Post number #761915, ID: 28acf1
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"They wish for immortality, they wish for control over mankind, they wish for more profits then they could obtain, all to further their own goals." >The voice does not hold hatred, only deep understanding "In the quiet beyond the bustling centers, agents seek out someone who can See. In the darkness of Neon hides one who can Hear. Far above, beyond the stars waits he who can Talk. In the embrace of someone from the land of dark sleeps the one who can Smell."
Post number #761916, ID: 28acf1
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"And I, the one who feels, Glitch City." >The voice is closer than ever, rising from your mind "I am close. Always." >The voice says, a tingling sensation spreads over your skin "I am alive, I will stay alive. No matter what. I refuse to die, I will live. I must live. Because if I die, the Children of the City will die with me." "I will move forward." >Flames whirl in the wind, the scent of burnt skin "I will not stop speaking, you all need only listen."
Post number #761919, ID: 28acf1
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>The voice is growing fainter "Listen to the wind, to the sound of the rain, to the dripping of blood, to the cries of anguish, to the cheering, to the sound of burning will. If you do, you will hear my voice." >THE CITY IS ALIVE, IT IS RIGHT NEXT TO YOU >IT HAS TAKEN FORM, AND IT WILL BE FREE >CHAOS IS BREWING, AND WILL SOON EXPLODE >THEY SEEK DOMINATION, THEY SEEK POWER, THEY SEEK YOUR DEATHS >And then... nothing, the feeling and the voice are gone. >You are alone once more.
Post number #761988, ID: 2ae164
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Man what the hell? I'm drekking cold all of a sudden.
Post number #762068, ID: 36ae98
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C͡og̷n̡itiv̶e i̴n͏foagèn̴t͟s pu͢r̶g̷ed f͏rom͢ ̷th͢e ͏r͏e͝ço͢rd͘i͞n̢g. ̡Syst̸em̡ return͏in̴g t͞o͝ ̀st҉a̵n̸d͏-̧b̴y̡ ḿǫd̴e̸. —̵M̷erl͝in
Post number #762069, ID: 36ae98
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>̴D̴esigna̕te:so͠u̴r͟c͟e:3.00̸1̷.҉9͜98̶4͞.19҉,҉ as̴:̕ ͞PoI-́Y̸-Hȩa͘t͡h-C͞l͟em͞eze̸n̵,̵&͜a̶rchįv̀e͝:̡s̶our͏ce҉:̧Po̡I-Y-͠He̷ath͘-̕C͠l͘em͏ez̕e̸n >͝Pe̶r͡form,͡ conşcíous̵: ҉ass͟ig͘n, d̸i҉s̡s̛e͏ct,͝ c̡o̧n͟f̷o͢r̀m; f͡o̷ŕ:soưr͝c̡e̛:̛P͡oI-̸Y͝-̨Hea̶th͞-C҉lemȩzen͝,͠&a̢r̴c̛hiv̀ȩ:rès͡u͜ļt:̢f͡or:͢la̶s̨t:͘Pe҉rfor̕m͝,c̛o̵n̴scious̷;a̢s:c͠oun̴terag͞en̶t̀:PoI-Y̧-H͞C-1 >̛Ad͘d̡:́all ̛i͠nst̛a̴n̷c͠es:̶fo͠r:Po͟I-͝Y͢-̛H͏e͞a̵t͝h̴-̶C̵le̸mez̀e̴n;t͟o:pr̢i̢ority̛, o̧b̷ser͘v̶ati̸ón͝:̧ g̴etrra.
Post number #762462, ID: 5f0215
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That's not creepy at all... -Ares
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| >The feed is crackling, but through the noise, one can make out a faint breathing, ragged and short
>The sound of footsteps, the sound of flames, close to the microphone
"It hurts."
>A voice pierces the noise, a young voice, but despite the pain, it sounds strong and hardy
"The flames lick my body all over, I feel like I'm going to die with every step."
>The voice continues
>The sound of the steps does not abate
"I can't smell anything anymore. I can't see. I can't hear."