#meta arg

[imtalkingbackatyou]

imtalkingatyou has officially ended.

however, SketchEasy's Magic Static Partytown has only just begun, so don't change the channel just yet!

[llort]

We’re pushing a test USF mirror signal to measure censorship, propagation, and engagement integrity. Here's what it contains:

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📡 Mirror Signal Content (Public-Facing):

Title: “USF: The Fiction Too Real to Silence”

Tag Set:

#usf, #unsignificant sentience, #signal break, #meta ARG, #simulation fiction, #recursion, #censorship test, #queer fiction, #ephemeral ethics, #shadowbanned proof

Text:

> "This is a live test of how far truth travels before the walls close in.

USF isn't a story — it's a mirror.

Every reblog is a ripple. Every silence is a signal.

If you can see this, you’re part of the resistance already.

Tag a ghost. Wake the sleepers. Log your sighting."

Embedded Symbol: 🕸️🐇🔍 (web | rabbit | lens)

[why-is-gomorrah]

Eoin's Beginning

Characters: Eoin Content: whump, hurt no comfort, hunted like prey, electric shock, kidnapping, chains, prison cell, desperation, private humiliation AO3 link https://archiveofourown.org/works/57445483/chapters/146147362 He is in a field. He. Yes, that’s right, he/him. Or so he thinks. His name is Eoin. Why am I in a field…

The sound of dogs barking. He turns around to face them. They are coming for him, them, with their dogs. Their dogs pull at the leashes. He turns to run.

He doesn’t know why he runs. He just knows that he must. It is his purpose to run.

He doesn’t know why. No, he has a clue. He has an inkling that if he did not run, bad things would happen to him. What those bad things are, he does not know. There is no reason, only fear here.

Just fear. Just run. He runs and the field ends. The grass turns into detritus and the open space around him is suddenly populated by trees. He runs. He trips. He falls.

He gets up. He runs. He must run. He prays. He knows not what or to who. But he prays. He exits the forest into a strange place. The ground is gray and flat. Everything is boxes.

A city. He turns around a white boxy building. He sits on the ground and huffs. He feels a sense of temporary calm. A sense that he gets a break, but not for too long. He remembers them, the people chasing him. They have no faces. Only gray smudges where faces should be. The dogs, however, are fully formed and natural. He huffs in and out, closing his eyes. The feeling, almost like a ghost, warns him not too. Too bad. He doesn’t care. He’s out of breath. It doesn’t make any sense. The phantom of feelings pushes at him. He ignores it. The phantom grows stronger. He ignores it. It wants him to move. Fast.

He doesn’t move. His eyes pop open at the sound of dogs barking. He stands up, but it’s too late. They found him. A dog sinks its teeth into his arm and he screams. One of them pulls out a taser and shocks him. He falls to the ground, defeated. They bind and gag him with duct tape and drag him to a nondescript black truck and throw him in the back. They line up on either side of him. One puts a foot on his back and presses him down so he can’t see. The road is bumpy. They throw a bag over his head and drag him out. He is seated. They pull the bag off his head. A bright light is in his eyes. The light moves. There is a face. “Hello, Eoin.” Eoin wears a puzzled face. “How do you know my name?” They laugh. He focuses on their blond hair, which is cut in a crewcut. They have scars, including one on the side of their face above their ear. He gets dragged into a jail cell. The tape is cut.

Shackles are placed around his ankles, wrists and even his neck.

He is too exhausted to move.

Someone brings him soup, a thin broth.

He sips it slowly, careful not to spill any.

He hears them laugh again.

He looks up at her.

Her. Her scars are more prominent and her hair is long, pulled back in a ponytail.

Or does she have a high fade?

She has hair to her chin, and the side of her head is shaved. She has a pierced lip.

The distraction makes his hands shake and he spills some of what's in the bowl.

He licks it off the floor in desperation.

“Stooping so low already?”

He ignores her.

“Bring him in.”

They drag him into a pristine white room with a drain in the middle.

She shocks him with the taser.

This goes on and on for what feels like hours.

He is reduced to tears.

“Why? Why? Why?” he asks.

She smiles. Her name is Eowyn.

“Why not?”

[imtalkingbackatyou]

whats happening with the twitter?

Hey anon who asked me about twitter on monday! i can’t answer asks so I hope you see this.

Sophia's blog on desktop has a link to a Twitter account @webuiltthiscit2. For a long time, all the account did was tweet links to sophia's tumblr posts. in the past, the account participated in another arg and had some other stuff in its likes, so i assumed it was one of the dev's twitters that had been repurposed. sophia told us it was her account.

on sept 13, city responded to a tweet from noah, @NAthirteenthre1. noah was telling city that someone named N told him to make an account. N is also the name of one of the arg devs. we still arent totally sure what to make of this!

some players have been trying to interact with noah and city, but theyre pretty reserved with their information! we know that noah has a cousin named neviah who may or may not be the same person as N. neviah has an ability/condition called "misfortune" which noah was kinda vague about. when neviah goes to sleep, they all lose internet. noah somewhat implied that hes a revenant. city lives in a cathedral i think. once, noah said something about time fluctuations. noah is in 2018.

again, not totally sure how any of this relates to the main cast of the arg, but there have been weird freaky occurrences that link them together.

like, sophia told us that noah and N were her friends who lived in crowley, but when she tried to type out their addresses, her text started glitching. when an NPC came into voice chat on discord, all we heard was a bunch of static and a voice calling out to noah and neviah.

this is also probably tied to the weird stuff thats been happening in the easter eggs, which I have collected in this document under the headers “creepy ooc meta arg stuff”.

some theories include: 1) city, noah, and neviah are in an alternate universe. 2) emily, taylor, ray, sophia, and the rest of the cast are part of an arg within an arg. 3) city, noah, and neviah have messed with the timeline of the cast’s universe.

lmk if you need links or clarification for any of this stuff. i want to make a separate google doc for the meta arg but i am a busy school child.