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log 21 / frosty bell no. 4
- melody activates 14 mins after sunset - camera loop begins 02:00 - last known operator missing 418 days
Transmission 004 // Alley Protocol
Filed by: Havoc Status: Systems booted, spine glitching, caffeine levels: criminally low. Mildly feral until further notice.
Something skittered at the edge of the compound last night. Not a threat, not a drone, and not a Council stray. Just… something with tiny hands and zero respect for personal space. It tapped on the window like it was filing a complaint. I dragged myself outside with a bag of rations (the cheap stuff, the kind that tastes like optimism ran out halfway through manufacturing) and, because nothing in this city is free, I demanded payment. One boop. Right on the nose. Standard toll. It complied. Honestly? Better manners than half the people I know.
Then I heard the fence shift. More little gremlins climbing down like a glitchy gravity test. The bold one marched right up for their own toll. The others lurked in the shadows like I was either feeding them or luring them into a trap. (Typical Wultáriya trust issues. Can’t blame them.) Everything was fine until a nearby vent kicked on... loud, metallic, angry. All of them vanished into the dark like someone hit them with an EMP burst. Same energy I’d have if someone turned the lights on too fast. City’s loud tonight. Even the alley gremlins couldn’t handle it.
// END OF TRANSMISSION : HAVOC OUT Residual scritch-scratch detected in the perimeter
Hi, I’m Jamie.
(QnA)
I just moved to Marrow Creek for work, and I figured I’d make a blog to keep track of some of the stuff I find here. There’s a lot of old signage, abandoned houses, and leftover tech around town, it’s kind of stuck between decades in a way that’s really interesting.
I’ve always liked weird bits of local history and analog stuff, so I thought this might be a fun side project. Mostly photos, notes, maybe some short videos if I can get my old camcorder working again.
Not expecting this to blow up or anything, just wanted somewhere to dump things I come across.
Anyway, hi from Marrow Creek.
- Jamie
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Monday, October 20, 2019 – 10:52 PM
Monday night traffic.
Sunday, October 22, 2019 – 8:33 PM
Someone asked how big Marrow Creek is, I think the population’s around 2,000?
It feels emptier though. I’ve walked whole blocks without seeing anyone.
Saturday, October 21, 2019 – 1:24 PM
Hiked down by the creek trail today. The water’s this weird pale green color, probably minerals or algae, right?
Still, it looks cool in photos.