#silver box segment

[forestclan-clangen]

Rootgrove? Are- are there? Can you hear us? We are broken, we are fragmented, I can’t-, are you able to speak?

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@tina-mairin-goldstein

[GENERAL KNOWLEDGE]

Something's wrong.

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[forestclan-clangen]

Listen. Shiverstep. We’ve been through a lot but please don’t be rash Hon. Why do you have a torch?

Don’t tell me you wish to hurt Rootgrove, or this holy place.

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@nosleep185, @thistlepine

@silverfire12, @shinydmoon, @liatai, @strawberrycheesecakehare

@legendofokamichu

[GENERAL KNOWLEDGE]

ALL OF YOU.

I never asked for this. I never wanted any of this. Why me? I was six moons old. I want my mom. What am I doing here?

VHS̻̻̏ Di̞̥͌̄st͖̠ͫr̯͙ibu͍ͫͭti̯͚o͌n̂̑ c͖͈o̹̙m̱̝p̯͆̃a͍ny͔̝ G͗ͅe̹̣m̱̒i̗͙n̅̄i͇͌ͩ Ḥ̒ͅo̙m̪e͓͍ E̖ń͛t̮̀e̒rt̍́a͙͌̓i̘̫ňm̤e͈̭n͕t͆ (̏GH̘ͪE͛ͯ)̤͌ ả̓n̖͎ͭͥn̖̙ͮou̞̍ͤc͕̠̉̌ě̄d̪ ḍ̎̌ͅe̩l̳̟ȁ̠͈y̗̒s̩ͧͮ to̥͉ a̤̝l̙͇͒ͦl̤͛ vi͔̹̍̾d̺̮ë̦ͪo͋͋ d͉͕̂͊i͗s̿t̼r̙̆͗i͕̊̊b̬͓̄u̥̹ͧ̿t̜͈ͯͯi̙̽̑o̻͔ͥń̖̾ T̼͂ù͖e̮ͬs̈d̉a̗̿y͈̠̐ m͙̭ͧo̬͋rnͥi̬͆n̝̎͂g̙ͅ f̰oͫḽ̝ͬl͆̆o̮w̟͛̆i̫ͥn̳ͪͣg͓ c͚͒l͊a̬͕͌i̯̘͆ͩm͍̗s̖̙̏̃ o͍̩̿̈f̺̞ p̟̀́r̦͈̅o͌d̟͇ucẗ̝ ta̫͔̋̓ṃͧ͋p̣eͮr̠͋ͅi̳͂̔n̙͉ͩg̠͋. T͚̅̐ḫ̤e̼ c̾̿o̠̩n̙̆ͪtř̠̬̒o̺v̤̿͊e̱̍ͣrͣͪsy bͮ̈ė̖ͮḡa̲̥ͦ̏n͖͓ͬͥ -̋

You left me here.

[Written text ID for glitched text: VHS Distribution company Gemini Home Entertainment (GHE) annouced delays to all video distribution Tuesday morning following claims of product tampering. The controversy began -. End ID]

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[forestclan-clangen]

Rootgrove, beloved survivor, can we ask for something... selfish..?

Shiverstep, she's... the death of Blackpaw, the little apprentice, and hearing of the actions of Endless — it must have hurt her deeply. We do not know the details. We do not have access to her thoughts right now. We care, and we love her so deeply, but ... there is only so much comfort we can offer, intangible as we are. We are not cats, nor have we ever existed in this world and known its horrors personally. We possess her. We are... we can't... there is only so much we can do.

She cannot speak with our presence drowning out hers, but she is still here, listening. You are experienced in fear, the dread of existence and the cruelty of others. Please... if you are able, can you offer our medium words of comfort, of camaraderie, to break through her paranoia?

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@ultimate-cheeseball

@legendofokamichu

@mcsm-catified

[GENERAL KNOWLEDGE]

Imminent.

D̫am̤ͩa̿ǵ̙e̐ to the̒ fͥro̞̒n̮t̝̐ḁͪl̏ lo̾be̟ c͍̀an͉ c̿au̻s̩e̼ i̝̓n͑c̰rea̼s̆e͉ͪd̬̾ i̦r̂ṛͪi̳t̪ãb̜͒il͛i̫t̔ẙ͔,̆ w͗hi̋c̺̉h̗ ma͎y̋ i͙͛nc̺l̯͂ṵde a̙͑ cha̾n̼̔ǵe i̗͗n̽ mood a̿n̰ͤdͯ ă̟n̜͆ i̬̓n͆a̝bi̪ͥl͓̿iͧtͧy̦ t̙o͚ r̗ͪegu̦l͉̏at͆e bͪe̽ͅh͔͋a̟v͊i̔o̥r̾.̹̾ P͕̐a͕ͨr̫tiĉ͖ul͙arl̂y̾,̬ an in̠ju͚r̉y o̝f̤ tͤhͧȅ f̯r͚o͂n̬ta͗ͅl lòb͕͊e͕̔ c̖̅o̥͗u͖͋l̿d̮ l̀e͙ͫa̺d̪ ṱ̃o̭ -

I...im sorry im scared. i feel you are. i know you are. i know you are. im sorry im sorry i regret everything I DIDN'T WANT THIS OH STARCLAN PLEASE I DON'T WANT TO DIE

[Glitched text ID: Damage to the frontal lobe can cause increased irritability, which may include a change in mood and an inability to regulate behavior. Particularly, an injury of the frontal lobe could lead to - End ID]

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[forestclan-clangen]

MOON 21 (Silver Box Prelude...?)

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TW: This update will contain significant allusions to news article headlines, technophobia relating to error messages, broken networks, radio channels rapidly switching, and disorienting dialogue meant to intentionally cause anxiety and confusion. Reader discretion is advised, proceed with caution.

Blackpaw's death is the last straw for Shiverstep's mental health. The mind cannot hope to withstand such and asault.

(Shiverstep, cleric, female, 21 moons. Loving.)

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Floating. Falling. Spinning. Stop.

She's clothed in a harness. Her gaze is empty. She glances around her nervously. Unfortunately, she meets Windfur's gaze. He noticed. The two clerics stare at each other for a while. Windfur gets to his feet and approaches her - 

Blurring. Spinning. Stop.

She's…outside. She's walking outside camp with a lit torch. Firelight bounced off her eyes.

…Her thoughts are…

…What are they?

You can't read her. The feeling is foreign. It's like you were staring at a video tape - unable to see more than what you were given. What happened between her and Windfur? Why was she out here, alone? You have no answers. You try to grasp the corners of her mind, find a perch to settle on. You can't. 

You don't understand.

Snow fell from above. It created thin flecks of white on Shiverstep's pelt.

…She never looked more like a simple cat than she did right at this moment. She padded forward into the snow, taking long, deliberate strides as her paws sank into the thin, white blanket. She glanced at her surroundings, and the tip of her tail twitched. She looked like...like you were watching a pet cat standing out in the snow, staring at snowflakes apprehensively. But you knew that couldn't be true. She wasn't that simple. None of them were that simple. Why was she out here, alone, at night? What was she doing? It was dangerous. Dangerous. She acted like an animal who was completely ignorant of what the woods contained. The only sign of intelligence was the torch. The fire. She made the fire. She wasn't just a pet cat like the ones you saw in Youtube videos and childhood memories and animal shelters and - 

You cling to the world, but you're ripped from it.

Spinning. Blurring. Stop.

You're facing…the ruined Twoleg nest. The one Shiverstep and Windfur go to every half-moon.

You catch a glimpse of a white tail disappearing into the bunker, and the light of a torch fading into the darkness. Was that her? Was it Shiverstep? How long has it been? What was she doing? Did she just arrive? 

Wait, wait, she - she could reach out to StarClan. She could speak to Blackpaw.

But, is…is it a half-moon? 

She is NOT in a good headspace - we saw that Affliction. That has to be why we're spinning out.

Oh no. He is down there, isn't he?

Well, if she brought fire, maybe we can drag the subject of the Deep Root Disease out of him.

But there isn't a storm. I thought we needed one?

Rootgrove's injured, though!

…Hey, guys…?

I want to have Shiver talk to StarClan SO BAD, Blackpaw put together what was happening with Endless! She has Deep Root Disease!

Okay, but what can they actually DO to stop her with that knowledge? Great, she has DRD. Now what? There's no cure.

I have a feeling -

Guys -

We -

Guys, we're not moving.

Silence.

You're still outside. Still staring at the entrance of the bunker. Watching the firelight from Shiverstep's torch fade as she pads deeper into the dark.

Follow.

Nothing.

Follow her.

Silence.

Shiverstep?

There's a loud creek - the bunker door opening. The light of the flame vanishes into the room. You expect to be taken down below. To see what she decides to do.

Discomfort settles like the snow piling up around you. Any moment now. Surely, any moment now, you'll be pulled. Right? You must be. You are bound to signals and waves and noise and electricity grinding in the atmosphere, you are free, you've been able to move freely before - 

Electric whine, piercing alarm, white noise. Noise, noise, noise - 

You are listening to 95.5FM - CRRREE - 

As God is in the light, then we have fellowship with each other - 

KCHIK - thinking about all our younger years, where there was only you and me, we were young and wild and - 

KCHIK - three, nine, seven, one, five. Three, nine, seven - 

KCHIK - et un jour, nous serons tous ensemble - 

KCHIK - this video is sponsored by Square - 

KCHIK - let us chant for the rowing team, "Stroke! Stroke - "

KCHIK - Entonces, ¿qué vamos a hacer - 

KCHIK - Don't forget to smash that like button - 

KCHIK - starclan can you hear - 

CCHHHHHHREEEEEEEEE - 

EERRRRR. ERRRRR. ERRRRR. BEEEEEEEEEEP.

The National Weather Service has issued a snow squall warning for the following counties in Minnesota: Clay, Wilkins -

KTCHHHHHHHH - 

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Ignore all sound produced by the radio. These are auditory hallucinations. 

Look to the field. Do you see lights? Return to your bunker. 

Listen. Under your feet. Crawling through the floor.

Screaming falling spinning loud loud loud WHERE ARE YOU WHERE ARE YOU WHY IS IT SO - 

Endless scrolling. Scalped code. Bottomless abyss. Horrible headlines. Crossed wires like collapsed highways and rotting infrastructure. Prepared to break like a vehicle trapped across a railroad with the locomotive speeding down. Forced algorythm. Bells. Alarms. Horn blaring. POWER = ON. The car is torn apart - GOOD AFTERNOON NEW YORK - broken tendons, wide eyes - BONNE SOIRÉE, MONTRÉAL - shattered bones, clenching phone - BUENAS NOCHES, TIJUANA - metal tearing and pulleys and belts and oil, clenching teeth - WHAT'S UP EVERYBODY - toggle: low power mode = true - 911, what's your emergency - GOOD AFTERNOON, LISTENERS - shiverstep you have to listen to me - ZǍOSHANG HǍO - no anchor Dropped packet. Restricted Cone NAT. Enable port forwarding. [I am here for you] - SABKO SUPRABHAT - This program is not responding. [it's alright i am here] To return to - MINASAN, OHAYŌGOZAIMASU - lose any unsaved data. To end the program now - THE TARGET IS IN SIGHT - End Now. 

SHUTTING DOWN. your heart races FEDERAL JUDGE BLOCKS POLICY [reach out] get us out. Get us out. PROTESTORS CONVICTED OF Out out out EARTH'S TEMPERATURE INCREASES BY [hold the line. Hold the line] OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT - 

Low Battery: 20% battery remaining

Stop. 

You reel forward. You are whiplashed. You were everything and everywhere all at once, experiencing the endless cycle of doom and waking and sleeping and dooming and suffering and joy and the end of the world and laughter and genocide and loud eternity, forever; your hands were copper and your breath was ozone and you don't understand and you're scared. What is happening? Where are you? Paranoia. Panic. you dont want this you just wanted to help. Oh god we're all monsters. We're powerless. Trapped. We're all going to die and - 

You are in a grey box. Walls surround you. 

Trapped. Falling apart. 

Wait.

Breathe. What is the box? 

Looking. Floor. Stone. You look at the walls. More stone. There's a pale light leaking from above, gently refracted from an object in the center. 

An aluminium dome.

The bunker. 

Relief. Oh, relief. Oh, you're here. You're here. You know here. You are safe, and anchored, in the present and not in a funnel of…everything. Oh, Shiverstep, Rootgrove, dearest familiarity. You know them. You turn your gaze ahead of you - 

Relief freezes. Morphs into apprehension. 

…You have a very, very bad feeling. 

You smell chlorine. You don't know why. Is that real? Or is it you? No. you don't want to go back there. Anything but back in there.

There's a flicker of firelight in the corner of your vision. 

You turn around - 

Dread strikes you.

…Shiverstep? Can you hear us? 

There is no response.

You have no idea what she's thinking, or feeling. You don't know what she's planning. 

Please. Please.

Your grasp on the world is slipping. Parts of you aren't reaching her. You are still anchored. 

But you don't know for how long. 

ASK.

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Weclome back to the Silver Box Mechanic!...At least, you think so...?

Hm. Something seems wrong, though.

Usually during this segment, you can ask questions to Rootgrove, and Shiverstep will speak them for you. But Shiverstep is Afflicted by Stress, and you don't know if Rootgrove will answer in his...injured state. But you have to try.

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[forestclan-clangen]

ZZZZZZZZSSSSSS–ZSHiverstep? Our darling– we are so sorry. We are so sorry it took us so long to reach yooooouuu. We are experiencing TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES. 

We are not here all the time. We are NEWS FLASH. HEADLINES. Temporary spotlights.

But we are here. We see you.

We seeeeeeeeEEE— Rootgrove. We saw. We are here. We will feel our grief, our hope, even if you don’t have any left to give. 

…Starclan, are you RECEIVING? TUNE IN TO THIS WEEK’S BROADCAST! Do you listen to this? Greetings– I hope this email finds you in good health!

Speak to your lost shade. She saw. She knows. She sees how it crawls, underneath the floor. Roots sprouting. Our dear shade, we are sssssssSSZZZZZZ—

Sorry. We are sorry we could not help.

But the DATA IS NOT LOST. DATA IS CORRUPTED. DATA IS RECOVERABLE. Experiencing TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES, but we are here. You are here. The WARRANTY IS NOT VOIDED. WE are HERE.

…

…

...Are you receiving?

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@scarecrow-gender, @agiantmixingbowl, @universal-cognizance

@gardenergulfie, @moonfire2367, @poiuytrewsdcvb, @iyz2scared, @mcsm-catified

[GENERAL KNOWLEDGE]

I don't understand. I don't, sob, I don't understand. He'll kill my family. My Clan. I don't...

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[forestclan-clangen]

We understand you're angry Rootgrove. You have gone through so much pain and suffering, and have been given no relief. The one time you're given a sliver of a chance, it only hurts more. But please, do not be angry at us. Do not be angry and Shiverstep. Direct your rage to the thing that truly causes you harm, that wishes you nothing but suffering. You're allowed to be angry, but do not let your anger hurt those you care about. Please, try to concentrate. It's hard to think, to clear your thoughts, but please, try.

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[forestclan-clangen]

for the beastie: why do you come here?

some words of choice: fear, offering, cat, prey, hopeless, kill, seek, unwitting, thing, speak, intelligent, signal, strength, send,

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@kinzmaster45 and an anon:

An anon says:

@ultimate-cheeseball

@idiotv2

[GENERAL KNOWLEDGE]

Rootgrove feels certain Woodcrawler dens open from the shifting underground - somewhere in a Twoleg nest, in the fields and marshes across ForestClan's lake, and somewhere hidden under a spruce tree.

Woodcrawlers seem to reproduce through a "host", although very sparse detail is given. Perhaps purposefully.

The Woodcrawler seems loyal to the Iris.

The Woodcrawler will not give away hive secrets so easily.

It desires for the "stars to die cold", and for the "hungry eye to feast". Its goal is apparent - narrow, single-minded and hateful.

Shiverstep prepares to ask about Endless.

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[forestclan-clangen]

(my chance to shine, I was the anon from a few months back that asked a bunch of questions and this was one of them! hope I got this right, my apologies if not)

Rootgrove! why did the monster smile when the Iris was mentioned?

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And @irisflowering:

A poetic anon asked:

@thistlepine:

@saffronique, @liatai

[GENERAL KNOWLEDGE]

All mention of the Iris will be suppressed by StarClan, still, as they had promised to protect cat-kind.

Rootgrove and the Woodcrawler still seem to be able to feel things - although to what end seem vague. The Woodcrawler seems to yearn for the underground, which makes sense.

The Well-Dressed Twolegs promised Rootgrove power to overthrow Lakestar.

Rootgrove was asked to sacrifice the kits of the Clan for said power. According to Rootgrove, he failed in this task.

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