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@agent-jackrabbit
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hello. this is armour plating. fox has been taken by HQ, creeper has been informed. If you want to help us save him and can in any way, post a new post with the words "My suit is very good."
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Tͣ͒h̢̫͎ẽ͍ ͐́̋f̜͎̼ȍ̑͒l͌͊ͨlo͉͆͋ẘͥ̔i͟nͨ̎ͬg̅ͬͩ ͕̲̞m͌͗ͤ҉͈̹͍e͇͒͛s̽s̫̟͢aͥ̎͆ge̝͗̔ ̥̦̘h͊ͥ͐as̾͛ b͛̂͆e̙̓ͣè̘ͤn͔ ̿̑ͬe̊͛̔n͔̺̼c̩ͧȑ̯͞y̭̌ͩp̓ͭ̇tͮed̢͎̭ and͑ͭ͆ ͪͭ͊m̀ͣ̍aẏ̭͟ ̒̎̓b̍̂͑e͖̓̉ ͭͭ͒i̫͈͘n̈̋ͩa̭̬͞c͆͛̃cͬ̌͗eͩ́ͯs̷̟͔s̈́ͣ̏ib͒̐͐le͗ to some parties.
We have to flee. That much is evident. I am not surprised.. but I had not expected this day to come so soon. Luckily, I have some supplies stowed away for a while now.
I am so sorry Director Fox. I see now that you were not on the side of the devils after all. I wish.. I wish there was some way that I could help you, but it seems our lack of communication has only further damaged our plans.
It is too late now.
They got Guardian. They got Fox.
I am next. Or Creeper. Well, we will not be waiting around this time. I am not going back there. Never again.
Players, if you see this. I am so, so sorry. I cannot do much against them. No one can. I am abandoning you all, the world I pledged to protect, and there is nothing I can do to make up for it.
If I stand up to them they will take Creeper away.. and they are my first priority, I am so sorry. I cannot loose them. They are all I have left.
God forgive me for my sins.
I will not be active again.
Tͣ͒h̢̫͎ẽ͍ ͐́̋f̜͎̼ȍ̑͒l͌͊ͨlo͉͆͋ẘͥ̔i͟nͨ̎ͬg̅ͬͩ ͕̲̞m͌͗ͤ҉͈̹͍e͇͒͛s̽s̫̟͢aͥ̎͆ge̝͗̔ ̥̦̘h͊ͥ͐as̾͛ b͛̂͆e̙̓ͣè̘ͤn͔ ̿̑ͬe̊͛̔n͔̺̼c̩ͧȑ̯͞y̭̌ͩp̓ͭ̇tͮed̢͎̭ and͑ͭ͆ ͪͭ͊m̀ͣ̍aẏ̭͟ ̒̎̓b̍̂͑e͖̓̉ ͭͭ͒i̫͈͘n̈̋ͩa̭̬͞c͆͛̃cͬ̌͗eͩ́ͯs̷̟͔s̈́ͣ̏ib͒̐͐le͗ to some parties.
It is not an exaggeration to say that things are falling apart. Guardian disappeared a few days ago without a trace. I do not know if anyone else has noticed. I have taken to looking for her in my free time, but the trail quickly went cold. Director Fox has been unusually quiet. I have reason to believe that he is avoiding me. Whenever I walk into the room, he flinches.
I do not need to run a scan to know that he is afraid.
Of me?
That is uncertain. More data needed.
Creeper has retreated into themselves. They are more volatile than ever, prone to lashing out. They are not sleeping, of this I am sure. I have taken it upon myself to encrypt their latest entry log, as what they are scribbling would surely be seen as compromised to the agency.
I ask them what is wrong and their answer never wavers: "I'm fine."
They busy themselves by playing with their blog, but I fear that I cannot protect them forever. The agency is growing suspicious, of this I have no doubt.
We are not okay, but none of us are willing to admit it. I do not want the agency to take them away.
I cannot bear to lose someone else.
Jackrabbit.
#5 | Current Status: Unharmed | Location: The Shifted.
The mission is going well. The Entity the players refer to as "Kyle" as been rather absent as of late. We have been monitoring it for further signs of hostility, and so far the Entity seems complacent.
There is a new arrival on the world. Classification and origin unknown, it calls itself "Infinite". He is searching for another being, whom he calls Harmony. From preliminary observation, this creature seems to have hostile intent. More information is needed to round out it's file. My recommendation is that we do not engage, and instead collect more data on it.
Infinite acts in an aloof, albeit hostile manner towards the players and blames them for the Entity's upbringing, despite also claiming to be the Entity's "father". Please note below that I have added "hypocrite" and "arrogant" to his file.
The players have tried to engage with Infinite, and so far have been rebuffed multiple times. I will forward the records I have of these advances to HQ shortly, after I have organized all the data collected so far.
Jackrabbit.
Do you consider Agent Creeper to be "cool"? -A Player
Creeper possesses skin that is warm to the touch, like a coal-fed furnace.
I don’t think that’s what they meant Jackrabbit…
What do you mean? They inquired if Creeper was cool, so I responded to the best of my knowledge: Creeper is very hot.
Do you consider Agent Creeper to be "cool"? -A Player
Creeper possesses skin that is warm to the touch, like a coal-fed furnace.
Hey @agent-creeper
Tf is all this???
uHHHH FUCK WAIT NO THOSE ARENT MINE I SWEAR IM HOLDING THEM FOR A ,,, FRIEND
Since when do you have friends?
Ok 1) rude and 2) LISTEN THEYRE BABIES AND I LOVE THEM OKAY YOU CANT MAKE ME GET RID OF THEM THEY HAVE NAMES
He is holding them for me.
I’m going to bed, for not only have I been harassed by my own team members, but also a small robotic child. See you all tomorrow, you mean nothing to me.
Please refer to me when you have the chance. I know what you are hiding in your room.
Apparently people are thirsty for my boss and I don’t know how to feel about that
I am....not a drink?
Oh you sweet, sweet, old timey millennial fool
What did you just say you little weasel?
Please Guardian, it was a jest. I take no offense.
Hello, this is one of the players, and I wanna clear things up that not all of us are like that into with Director Fox, I am sorry on the behave of the players that we meant you are a great dad thank you
Thank you young Hedgie, I appreciate it.
But one small inquiry. You say “We” does this mean that more that one player sees me as a father figure?
Apologies for my tone, Special Agent Guardian, but is your tone not veering off into insubordination?
HEY WHATS UP GUYS
IM LOOKING FOR A NEW FAMILY SINCE MY LAST ONE DECIDED TO
DITCH ME
HIT ME UP IF YOURE INTERESTED
Your asks are not open.
...You’re making me reconsider my options if only because you have full custody over the braincell
The Director currently possesses the braincell. I am simply using my eyes.
HEY WHATS UP GUYS
IM LOOKING FOR A NEW FAMILY SINCE MY LAST ONE DECIDED TO
DITCH ME
HIT ME UP IF YOURE INTERESTED
Your asks are not open.
Apparently people are thirsty for my boss and I don’t know how to feel about that
I am....not a drink?
Oh you sweet, sweet, old timey millennial fool
What did you just say you little weasel?
Wait Guardian nO PLEASE I SAID IT WAS A JOKE IN THE TAGS P L EASE FUC-
You dug your grave, now lie in it.
Really Agent Creeper? *raises eyebrow*
Let's test this theory with my trident shall we? >:)
Would you like a consolation prize, Creeper?
You’re all awful and I’m leaving you for someone who’ll appreciate me for the GIFT that I am
That is fair. There is no consolation in death.
Apparently people are thirsty for my boss and I don’t know how to feel about that
I am....not a drink?
Oh you sweet, sweet, old timey millennial fool
What did you just say you little weasel?
Wait Guardian nO PLEASE I SAID IT WAS A JOKE IN THE TAGS P L EASE FUC-
You dug your grave, now lie in it.
Really Agent Creeper? *raises eyebrow*
Let's test this theory with my trident shall we? >:)
Would you like a consolation prize, Creeper?
Apparently people are thirsty for my boss and I don’t know how to feel about that
I am....not a drink?
Oh you sweet, sweet, old timey millennial fool
What did you just say you little weasel?
Wait Guardian nO PLEASE I SAID IT WAS A JOKE IN THE TAGS P L EASE FUC-
You dug your grave, now lie in it.
Hello! This is one of the players in the shifted, Nick! We were wondering (if it’s not offensive to ask that is) if you’re a robot or a cyborg or an AI of some sort? Thank you for your time!
I am officially classified as a cyborg by the organization, as 87.5% of my body has been replaced with synthetic substitutes. I am told that I was fully organic once, however that was before.. before. I am not able to recall that stage of my life.
T̘̟̝ͣ͒̔h̢̫͎͖̱ẽ͍ ̼̤͖͐́̋f̜͎̼̣̯̰ǫ̏̑͒̋͛l̡͌͊ͨ̌̆ͭlo͉̟͆͋ẘ̤͚̱ͥ̔̊͞ͅi͟n̵͉̘͉͈̤̲ͨ̎ͬ̈̄̂g̥͓̜͙̅ͬͩ̆͞ ͕̲̞̠͍̯ͅm͌͗ͤ̿҉͈̹͍̦e͇̬͒͛s̽s̫̟̥̮͢aͥ̎͆ge̝̜͗̔ ̥̦̘̲h̹̤̰̥̦͖͊ͥ͐̅̓ͧas̾͛ b̲̳͖͛̂͆e̙̰̓ͣè̘̺ͤn͔ ̵̪̣̻̱̱̿̑ͬͭ̃̇ͅe͈̱͖̩̱̊͛̔͛ͧn͔̺̼c̩ͧȑ̯͞y̭̼̌ͩp̶̓ͭ̇̃̇́ͨtͮed̢͎̭ and̗͓̙͑ͭ͆ ̛̫̘͎ͪͭ͊m̸͔͍̬̘̰̀ͣ̍ͥ̀aẏ̭͟ ̹̼̱͎̒̎̓͗͜b̍̂͑̏͑̅̚e͖̹̓̉ ͭͭ͒̈́i̫͈͇̗̳͈̭͘n̈̋ͩ͂̈ͮ͋a̭̬͈̯̟͞c̺̣̥̜̳͆͛̃͛ͨͪͅc̶͕̺̠͙ͬ̌͗̒eͩ́ͯs̷̟͔̞̝̰s͇̥̥̼̣̈́ͣ̏̌̌ib̜̦̪̗̱͒̐͐̾̽le̘̩͗̀͘ ̹̲̣̊ͪ̍͟t̞͉ͅo ̨͚̳̦ͮ͗̉s͚͖̗̹͙ͬ̉̏̀̚oͭ̉m̮̱̳̀e̻̘͙͔̯̫ͪͥ̽ͣ̽ͥ ͔p̸̱̮̣̤̗̖̓͂́ͥͪͨar̳̮̋̎͘ṱ̶͍̭̹͖̭̲͊ͭ͒ͧͤ̅ͧi͍̥̹͍̩e̢̬̖̗̖̬͚̰͌ͥ̆̇͛͂ͦs͟.̾̄̒
Although we may have escaped the Void, in some ways it lingers with us still. I am finding it difficult to shut down after each patrol, for some irrational part of me is paranoid that I will never boot up again. Creeper’s condition may be even worse. I cannot say how many times I have awakened in the middle of the night to find them standing in the corner of our room, listlessly staring at the wall. They space out sometimes during the day, and when I look into their eyes I see nothing but emptiness. We do not speak of these incidents. Fox would want me to report Creeper to him. As far as I am concerned, Fox has enough troubles as it is. The agency would only take Creeper away for questioning, and we would have one less agent on this job. I am sure Creeper will work through whatever is going with them. They must.
M҉y͟ ̟̘ḫ̖e̮̥ͣͣa̞ͨd ͚͂͢h͈̝̤͝u͚̾r̙̦ts̴̮͔̪̅̋ͬ. ͘M̵͑̿ͫy ̲́͝pr̷͙̅o̰̥̻̾̓̓g̻̼͖ͦ͌̋raͨ͆ͦm͢mi̼͚͇ng̴̬̳̻̓ͮͦ ̗̗͜fͯe̛eḽͦs̮̃ ͚̦͌ͪlĩ̀ͅk̲͗e̷ͯ͒ͥ ̡̊͐ͯī̢͙͕̏̀ͅtͫ ͕̤̎̐i̺̐s͛̅͞ ̫̮͂͌t̃ē̗͖̤͊͛a̪̦͆͐ring̤̫͆͒ ͎̖͍i̖ͤ͜tse͇̙͔͋̃̇l͓͙̟͂̊̉͞f̥͇̈̐ ̸͙a̒ͤp̴̘̺̅ͫą̘̪̈͂rt,͘ ̪b̷u̩̱ͥ̆͞t͆ͨ ̥̊ô̮̰ͦnͭ͌e̙̲̙ t̯̺̑̏hiͦ̾̈́n͇̪̭͡g̱͐ i̩̝̳s̺̬͞ ͉͈ͧ̆c̢͕̄l̫̏e̦͂arͨ̐͋ ţo̫̫̤ͧ̃̇ ḿ̪e̙̱̳:͘ ̲̥̜̽̎͒I c̉a͍ͩ͝n͓͕̖n̪̄͝o̝̣͛ͬt ̣l̞ͭe̦̓t̞̫ ̸̮̖̫̄̂ͭCrẹ̩̎̄͜e̳͔ͮ̅p͉ͣe͙̬̓̽r͚͋ ̫̤͓go̙͓͓͌̏̔ ͏̗͍̣t͞hro̵̻̫ug̼̜̓̿h̡̞̣̫ ̻̮̻ͥ̌̉wh̢͕̜͍a̸t̢̜̘͐̿ ̻͗I̓҉ dͦid.͇͍̐͂