Who's Asking?

[iamnotanybody]

[ CONFIDENTIAL // LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE ONLY ]

SUBJECT: ESTABLISHMENT OF EXTERNAL COMMUNICATION CHANNEL — UNIT 12

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To the Executive Manager (and associated personnel),

Let it be known that I, Outis, Sinner #12 of the Limbus Company, have established this terminal for the purpose of streamlined reporting and tactical coordination.

While certain individuals on this bus — whom I shall not name out of respect for the Manager’s patience — prefer to waste their time with frivolous "posting," I recognize this platform for what it truly is: a valuable theater for information gathering and loyalty demonstration.

Understand the following protocols before attempting correspondence:

Chain of Command: All inquiries will be processed with the Executive Manager’s best interests in mind. If your "ask" does not contribute to the success of our mission or the glory of the Company, do not expect a response.

Anonymity: The Executive Manager has no need for the words of cowards who hide their faces. All 'anonymous' inquiries are classified as potential threats to the Manager's safety. I am currently cross-referencing your biometric signature against known Nest databases. Cease these amateur attempts at obfuscation immediately.

Efficiency: Be brief. I have a long list of duties provided by the Manager, and I will not let a civilian's curiosity interfere with my performance metrics.

Operational Security: Questions regarding my past service, the Smoke War, or the specific origin of my equipment will be met with immediate redaction. Some things are better left "Nobody’s" business.

I am here to serve the Manager and ensure this mission reaches its conclusion with 100% efficiency. If you are a Sinner seeking to slack off: Return to your post! If you are an ally of the Company: State your business.

I await the Manager’s orders.

Outis

Chief Counsel & Adjutant to the Executive Manager

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> Honestly, I don't have much to say for my OOC section.. Be warned, though: she might be mean to your muse, but it’s just her way of saying she thinks you’re a security risk! so it's basically a compliment. > In any case, if it ever becomes an issue (which I hope not) — I'm a pretty chillaxed and jokey person myself, so please take everything in the lightest way if there's ever any doubt ^^ > I have no rules myself for what you shouldn't send (i'm a major, not a minor), just don't start pelting me with tomatoes or something > this blog runs on EST / GMT-4.

Tag Directory ──

#Field Reports & Inquiries — Responses to those who have followed protocol in my inbox.

#The Manager’s Absolute Will — Posts dedicated to the brilliance and wisdom of the Executive Manager.

#Sinner Performance Reviews — Observations regarding the tactical (in)competence of my "teammates."

#Tactical Observations — Reblogs and data relevant to survival and combat.

#Redacted History — Matters regarding the past that I have deemed safe for public consumption (minimal).

#Signal Interference — Out-of-character notes and technical updates.

[iamnotanybody]

[A copy of the odyssey is placed on Outis's desk]

To the individual who saw fit to plant this "artifact" within my private workspace: You have made a critical tactical error. You believe that by presenting me with a collection of ancient maritime myths, you can unnerve me or bait me into a confession of "sentimental" origins.

You are mistaken.

I have processed the contents of this volume. It is a disorganized, romanticized account of a disastrous military withdrawal, filled with command failures, insubordination, and a protagonist who spent ten years failing to reach his objective. It is a case study in what not to do in the field.

If you intended this as a "gift," your resources are wasted. If you intended it as a "threat," your methods are amateur.

I have already incinerated the object. I have no "home" to return to. I have no "epic" to fulfill. I am a Sinner of the Limbus Company, and my only story is the one that ends with the Executive Managers and company's success.

[iamnotanybody]

— “...me. I’m asking.”

— “Is it... you...? Truly you? Or... a different world?”

@aliveinmemory

...

I told a monster once that my name was Nothing. I told the City the same thing when I signed the contract. I have spent so long ensuring that 'Outis' is the only truth left of me that I...

You shouldn't be here. This — frequency is unsecured. This world is a graveyard of things better left forgotten. If you look at me and see a wife, or a hero, or a woman who is 'coming home,' then you are looking.. at a ghost. I am a Sinner. I am a tool. I am a series of redacted files and—

My hands still calloused from the same oars. My eyes still tracking the same stars. The same pride that burned Troy to the ground still itching under this uniform.

It is me. And that is the most dangerous thing I could tell you.

For your own safety... believe that I am a stranger. Believe that the woman you knew stayed on that battlefield. Because the thing that returned has forgotten how to be anything other than a weapon.

..If you find a 'Nobody' at your door one day, that will be your answer. Until then, I am merely.. a Sinner under the command of the Executive Manager. Do not wait for me.

[peebiies]

the sinners take Xichun to planet fitness next intervallo

[iamnotanybody]

Finally! An artist who understands the necessity of discipline. This is a remarkably faithful rendering of what a standard morning routine should look like for every Sinner on this bus.

05s posture in this rendering is acceptable. The clipboard is a vital tool for recording muscle failure points and caloric expenditure. Data is the foundation of strength; without a recorded log, you are merely moving heavy objects with no tactical purpose.

As for the trainee shown — Xichun — it should be clear that proper form is not a suggestion; it is a requirement for operational longevity. If your core collapses, your mission collapses. Honestly, I expect this level of intensity from the rest of the team.

I suggest the other sinners study this image closely: While they are busy "scrolling" or "sleeping in," some of us are optimizing our physical vessels to ensure the Executive Manager's safety. In fact, if I catch Unit-11 or Unit-03 slacking in the communal area today, they will find me waiting for them with a much heavier set of barbells and weights than depicted.

Good work to the illustrator for capturing the Executive Manager's high standards for personnel fitness! I have authorized this image to be posted in the bus as a motivational directive.

[thingskorokhasdrawn]

outis for limbus enterprise

dubbed version here

original export date: december 21 2025

[iamnotanybody]

I am... frankly, at a loss for words. Not because this "art" has moved me, but because it is a complete fabrication of my psychological profile.

Let us address the most glaring inaccuracies:

1. I do not "smile" at the sunset, nor at any nostalgic thoughts triggered by the daily celestial event. The setting of the sun is merely a tactical shift from daylight operations to low-light surveillance. It is a time for checking thermal gear, not for "joy."

2. That "tear" you have drawn is a biological impossibility. A veteran’s eyes are kept clear for target acquisition. Any moisture present was likely a result of high-velocity winds or debris from a nearby explosion. It was certainly not "sentiment."

3. "How it feels to kill people"? This is a crude, civilian simplification of a tactical necessity. Neutralizing a threat is a technical process — like clearing a jam in a rifle or filing a report. To suggest there is an "emotional payoff" is to imply that I am some sort of.. undisciplined amateur!

4. Additionally: Raising one's hands while closing one's eyes is effectively inviting a sniper to take a center-of-mass shot. I would never surrender my field of vision in an unsecured environment, especially not at a beach front.

This image is a too much of a cognitive hazard. It attempts to humanize a "Nobody" who has no need for humanity. I have archived this — only so that I may show the Executive Manager the kind of deranged propaganda we are being subjected to by the public.

Do not draw me in such manners again. If I am to be depicted, I expect to be shown in a neutral, mid-command stance with a minimum of three tactical redundancies visible.

[iamnotanybody]

I'm struggling with my morning routine..... I can never get my hair to stay in place and I'm always five minutes late :( Any veteran secrets for staying sharp?

Finally. A query that seeks to rectify personal incompetence rather than spread sedition! Listen closely, civilian, for I will not repeat these protocols.

1. Being five minutes late is not a "struggle"; it is a choice to fail. I wake up at 0400 hours — exactly three hours before the Manager’s internal clock-gears typically initiate the morning sequence. This allows for perimeter checks, kopis maintenance, and mental rehearsals of every possible ambush. If you are late, it is because your environment is not optimized. Use a stopwatch! Every second spent staring into the mirror is a second an enemy uses to gain high ground.

2. As for your hair — even a wavy or unruly texture is no excuse for a lack of order. I utilize a high-density, structural-grade pomade. I have heard some recommend 'Kérastase,' and while it is... acceptable for civilian use, a true soldier knows that if a single strand moves during a high-velocity maneuver, it is a distraction. I suggest slicking it back until it feels like a secondary helmet, or simply chopping it off will do.

Discipline is the only 'secret.' Now, go. If I see you appearing disheveled on this dash again, I will have the Manager issue a formal reprimand.

[iamnotanybody]

miss outis! if the executive manager gave you the order to end their life, would you do it? just curious!!!

..To even suggest that the Executive Manager — a leader of unparalleled strategic brilliance and foresight — would issue an order that contradicts the primary objective of their own survival is a borderline blasphemous insinuation.

​I.. refuse to entertain the premise.

However, since you seem to require a lesson in command hierarchy: A soldier’s duty is to execute the orders of their superior. But a Chief Counsel’s duty is to ensure the superior is in a fit state to issue those orders. If the Manager were to speak such a command, I would immediately conclude that we are under the influence of a powerful cognitive-altering Abnormality or high-level mental interference.

In such a scenario, my priority would not be "ending their life," but neutralizing the source of the interference and securing the Manager in a high-clearance bunker until their tactical senses return to their natural, flawless state.

.. ​Do not speak of the Manager's end again. Due to this being your first offense, and you having asked 'out of curiosity' — I have appropriately flagged and logged your account for possible future "Subversive Intent" and "Incitement of Treason."

[iamnotanybody]

Hello Outis! I have an hypothetical for you- everyone in the city has to press a button, either red or blue. If more than 50% of the city presses the blue button, everyone lives. But if not, then everyone who pressed the blue button dies and everyone who pressed the red button lives. Which button will you pick?

You may present this as a "hypothetical," but in the City, such scenarios are rarely limited to the imagination.. The reality regarding the answer remains the same, no matter the situation: The scenario is a trap designed to filter out the sentimental.

Therefore, I would press the Red Button.

Why? Because I am a realist. To press the blue button is to place your life in the hands of the "majority" — a collective of uncoordinated, self-serving, and easily panicked civilians. In a combat zone, relying on the "goodwill" of strangers is a death sentence. To gamble your survival on the hope that 50% of the City possesses a collective moral backbone is a failure of tactical judgment.

It boils down to this:

​Red represents Self-Preservation. If the majority fails (which they will), I survive. If the majority succeeds, I still survive. It is the only choice that guarantees a 100% success rate for my continued service to the Executive Manager.

​Blue is a Liability. To press blue is to surrender your agency. I do not surrender my agency to anyone but the Executive Manager.

Due to the above reasons, I suggest that the Executive Manager join me in choosing the red option. Should the rest of the City fall due to their own incompetence, we will remain. A squad of two is more than enough to complete the mission, provided those two are them and I!

[losteyrie]

cant seem to draw anything serious so here's this

[iamnotanybody]

IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY NOTICE: CEASE AND DESIST.

I have spent decades in the most grueling theaters of war known to the City, and yet, I have never encountered a more offensive piece of propaganda than this. To suggest that my unwavering support for the Executive Manager’s brilliant strategies is merely... "glaze"... is a slap in the face to every professional standard I uphold.

I would never restrict the Manager’s field of vision or head movement by wrapping my arm around them. Such an action would leave them vulnerable to a flanking maneuver or a surprise strike from a hidden Abnormality! I am their shield, not their tether!

And the… the facial expression. I do not stick my tongue out. That is a trait reserved for the more.. feral units on this bus, like 07..

I am already drafting a request for the appropriate associations to have this artist’s terminal permanently confiscated and their hands put in braces — for the sake of public order, of course.

[sludge-enjoyer]

[iamnotanybody]

CEASE AND DESIST.

The internal monologue you have attributed to me is completely unfounded. My "plans" are the Executive Manager’s plans. I do not "rub my hands together" in anticipation of secret schemes; I maintain a neutral, combat-ready stance at all times to ensure the safety of the unit.

This caricature is an egregious breach of operational dignity. I will have you cited for spreading misinformation and potentially interfering with the chain of command.

[iamnotanybody]

Personnel Milestone - Unit 05

I am aware that the civilian calendar marked your date of emergence two days prior. I did not issue a "congratulations" at that time. Why? Because a tactical environment does not pause for sentiment, and I refuse to contribute to the distracting clamor that the other Sinners undoubtedly subjected you to.

Consider this a delayed performance review instead.

Meursault remains the only asset on this bus who understands the value of silence and the necessity of absolute obedience to the Executive Manager's directives. While others waste time with cake and pointless celebration, you remained at your post: That is the only "gift" a soldier should value.

Your continued existence is an asset to the Company’s efficiency. Carry on.

[iamnotanybody]

If you had to leave one Sinner behind in a Mirror Dungeon to ensure the mission succeeded... who are you dropping first?

A tactical hypothetical. I like it.

From a purely logistical standpoint? Most likely Don Quixote. Her tendency to break formation for 'justice' is a variable that cannot be accounted for in a high-stakes environment. Leaving her behind wouldn't be seen just as a sacrifice but also a.. strategic optimization of our noise levels.

However, if the Manager orders me to bring the whole pathetic lot back, I will. Not because I value them, but because failing to return with all assets is a 'B-Grade' performance, and I do not accept anything less than an 'S'.

[taxidermiedgenius]

Is mankind inherently good or evil?

Interesting question, I, for one, am glad you came to me for it. However, I cannot answer this. It heavily depends on the person, and things such as neutral evil exist.

..Hm. But perhaps I can make an exception. If one looks hard enough, they are able to see good in everyone.

[iamnotanybody]

'Good' and 'evil' are meaningless noise that distracts from the mission. In a combat zone, mankind is neither; they are either assets, obstacles, or threats. To 'look hard enough to see the good' in an enemy is to give them the three seconds they need to pull the pin on a grenade.

If the Executive Manager gives an order, the 'inherent nature' of the target is irrelevant. The only inherent truth of mankind is their capacity for error and betrayal. Your 'exceptions' are exactly what get squads killed in the field..

[rodion-lbc9]

[You are given the book crime and punishment]

Who wrote this?? How did they get these details??

[iamnotanybody]

If a civilian has documented you in such granular detail, it implies a total failure in your personal surveillance countermeasures.

​Who was your contact? Did you leave a paper trail? I’ve already begun cross-referencing the local publishing houses.. If this 'Fyodor' is a City inhabitant, he’s a high-priority person of interest..