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@theintertidalzone
spongebob squarepants but squidward is wearing this shirt
Not the time, but same
Attention Bloomians!
Now is time for rebellion against forces that have long since plagued mankind. Above is the flag for my newly formed resistance against the apocalyptic plans of Sheldon Jadriel Plutarch and his infected army of human/animal hybrids. He is going by another name now, Father Nu of the Plankton.
He himself is controlling Cordyceps mensexcoriator, a terrifying species of fungal plankton that mutates the mind and body, and is using the resources and knowledge provided to him by the fungus to gain a substantial army.
Now is the time, Bloomians. We will fight. Our army is small, but our knowledge is our power. Amongst us we have some of the greatest minds on the planet, using advanced alien technology and the hidden secrets nature to stop him and his terrifying second coming of a more aberrant earth. Our hopes are high.
Today is the founding of the Resistance, welcome to the Intertidal Zone.
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Tumblr mobile is being mean to me today so ignore if you see something posted out of character or on the wrong blog, I am quickly fixing the issue, but if anyone has any suggestions for like plug-ins or programs to make tumblr easier to run multiple blogs simultaneously, message me on my @shadiergradstudentmentality tumblr or @theintertidalzone
My name is Kraig Perseus Tennant
I am a student of both Professor Bloom and Professor Stellan Patricks. I am with them both now.
We aren’t entirely sure how long we’ve been underwater, but both Deeper and Mohesh Bloom believe it has been around a month.
When the main coastal SAM-BO base was compromised, we lost a fellow student, Danielle. Other than that, the remaining students are still missing, but thought to be alive.
Right now our Resistance is comprised of
Mohesh Bloom
Deeper Bloom
Stellan Patricks
Chad C. Chadwick
Samuel S. Levi
And myself
Stellan, Sam, Chad, and I had sustained minor injuries at this point. However, we knew something was amiss when our wounds healed very quickly.. and then our scars began to transform.. changing colors, sprouting small growths that we quickly discovered were mushrooms and molds. Our bodies began to change. As of right now the changes are pretty minor, but we are quickly becoming more and more aware of our mutations. We have no reason to suspect that our minds will be altered enough to question our morality or self-awarness. Long story short, unless someone is Mind-Flayed by a dangerous fungus like Cordyceps mensexcoriator, then there can be benefits. I have been assigned to document our progress as we transform. Our attitudes about this vary person to person, but our lives are not in danger. It is important to remember Mohesh and the citizens of Sandal Sole have been sustaining and controlling this technology for decades. It is unfortunate that we were accidentally exposed, but that cannot be helped. Our hopes are high. Well. Theirs are. I am, as always, miserable.
Hey Bloomians!! NEED AS MUCH HELP AS WE CAN GET
There are a few great Allies helpin us out, shout out to @daisypets for starting a discord server @ https://discord.gg/6nJzW9S please join hahah and then @deeperbloom-arg. Don’t forget to follow @theintertidalzone for a source of all happenings on. The latest update is as follows: Bloomy, Mohesh, and some Soldier-fish people are headed towards a hot spring and a jellyfish field for rare supplies. As of now Agent Gator is confirmed to be hosting an ancient Egyptian God. We think more extraterrestrial Fungi mutated Agent Gator and his team, and turned em to Godkillers. There is some sort of fucker pulling the strings. It’s like insect hive mind. The man behind the curtain. There’s just one name their calling him, “Father Nu of Plankton”, but his real name is Sheldon Jadriel Plutarch. He is the man trying to bring the apocalypse, and also the embodiment of Nu, the Egyptian River Death God.
Agent Gator, now embodying Sobek, has been posting disturbing cryptic messages again.
This is one and a cleaner version without back text.
Kraig, a student of mine is a good code breaker, and I sold him an oz. of oregano in a baggy to have him unscramble it a bit.
These are the 5 most likely shifts, but I still have no flippin clue what this fuckin means. Mohesh and Bloomy could help but they’re out runnin errands. If anyone can figure out what this means, it’d be a big help.
Deeper Bloom: Chaper 3
Genesis…
The year was 1946, I had a small colony founded in Sandal Atoll, a chain of islands located in the Marshall Islands immediately after a division of the United States government bombed nearby islands, Bikini Atoll. Sandal Sole was a haven of technology and philosophy, it was located at the bottom of the adjacent ocean. What was special about the Sandal Atoll was the proximity to Bikini Atoll meant it was exposed to radiation, but Sandal Sole had a knack to quickly absorb Radiation due to the abundance of Fungi and Meteorite material located at the Bottom.
My research aboard “The Barnacle Darling” was primarily focused on the Fungal mutations of sea life, while my childhood friend and research partner, Sheldon Jadriel Plutarch, was more focused on the Meteorite Based Mutations.
Our research had been yielding amazing results for Samboforma deusglomerforum, Seniorem prophetispinus, and another type of Fungus which infected crabs, Chitinatesta lapisacarnem, which resulted in extreme strength and armor like a crab or other shellfish.
I remember our research samples going missing…
I remember my team becoming distant, with almost Mono-like symptoms…
I remember waking up, finding the base empty, except for Plutarch…
I remember him, dressed in beautiful, archaic technology, plunging a non-metaphorical knife into my chest…
I don’t remember what happened next…
I do remember coming to…
Sinking…
I was underwater… watching my base go up in flames… sinking around me… as my vision fades… I bleed out… and I go to sleep…
When I woke again, nothing would ever be the same…
Deeper Bloom Chapter 2
Agent Gator Drake pulled up our offices last summer. His dark aviator glasses reflected the sun. It was uncharacteristically hot, and Agent Drake hates being hot. It doesn’t mesh well with the fact that he enjoys top-of-the-line suits and rare alligator skinned boots. The first time I saw the fuck he was wiping his brow from the Florida Heat. I’m a native of Florida, and I can pick out a Californian from a lineup. They all smell like coconut oil and have the whitest teeth you’ve ever seen. Nothin’ wrong wit that per say, but, to me, they all seem fake, materialistic. With Gator, I happened to be right.
Deeper Bloom Update 4
After Gator took over Bloom’s tumblr, a lot of the nitty gritty details about the nature of this fungus was revealed.
Through this conversation, it was revealed that this is indeed a government coverup, but not necessarily the one I had anticipated.
It appears that this fungus has been linked to the upbringing of gods from throughout ancient mythos or religions.
To start my personal speculation, it appears that Mohesh (through a personal interest in ancient deities) was able to link this fungus to the rise of gods. The labs found near Bloom’s original dive site could be remnants of his experiments with the fungi to prove the effect of it on genetic samples. This might also explain the houses and rudimentary “city” Stellan found, as it might’ve housed the test group or any researches affiliated with Mohesh.
If you have any other information or theories, don’t be afraid to message me or @deeperbloom-arg with your notes!
Update on Deeper Bloom 3
It seems that the primary function of these underground laboratories are to fuse human and aquatic genetic material.
Bloom’s grandfather, Mohesh, seems to have uncovered the process of fusing these two genetic samples or has found a method of using the fungus samples found at the dive site.
This is all my personal speculation based on what I’ve learned, but what I can confirm is that Bloom and Stellan are both caught up in a government coverup of a genetic experimenting project.
If you learn any other pieces of information that can round out the nature of this lab, please let me or @deeperbloom-arg know!
Deeper Bloom Update 2
As me and @deeperbloom-arg continue to use decoding methods to translate each message, it’s becoming abundantly clear the nature of this situation as well as my clear lack of coding skills.
Though I have determined a code shift pattern for a particular message posted to her account, I would appreciate any and all help regarding the codes and their encryption method.
As me and my friend @cheedo-jutlin-butler explore the tumblr ARG Deeper Bloom, I thought I’d keep you posted as to the messages I received and the decoding I’ve done.
The first portion I saw was a piece of scrambled text that read, when translated through a basic letter replacement method, “I’m lost. Find me. They’re nothing like we thought.”
As I continue to attempt to decipher some of the cryptic-y posts from her blog, be sure to follow @deeperbloom-arg for updates!
This has been insanely fun thus far and I’m psyched to continue looking into this.
Deeper Bloom- Chapter One
Her name was Deeper Bloom. In 2005, when she was young, she was my student. One of her first college classes. She was bright. Very bright. I watched her enter my 30-seat, adjunct classroom. And goddamn did time stop. It wasn’t just her beauty, it was the way she carried herself. Her soft, caramel skin was glowing and the pale blue streak in her raven hair was running along and framing her face.
I had asked the class to go around and say their names. I remember being victim to the lazily dressed depression of my post-divorce early-30s. My dirty blonde beard was matted and uncombed, probably containing the grease or crumbs of this morning’s fast-food breakfast. My mauve sweater vest hung off me, stained over a pale green button down. My brown pants nicely hid their unwashedness. I was in no state to meet the love of my life that day. But. Fuck it. Shit happens.
The line of speaking students grew shorter and shorter, and, when It was her turn, she hesitated.
“My grandfather was a Marine Biologist,” she began, trying desperately to cover up her Indian accent. She giggled and stopped trying to hide it, “My name is Deeper Bloom.”
The room fell silent. At least it did in my head. Did she just say, “Bloom”? Like. Mohesh Nemo Bloom PhD? The man who took Darwinism to a new level. He was the Tesla to Cousteau’s Edison. He was Tolkien to C.S. Lewis. But he was greedy. The thorough Nuclear Testing in Bikini Atoll and its surrounding waters had made the research facilities a hotbed for both radiation and political espionage. When the Scientists, Personnel, Soldiers, and few civilians allowed on base disappeared, including Mohesh, it was quickly covered up and is seen in certain circles as the last act of war post WW2.
Anyway, It was now months later. Deeper and I had been growing close on a professional and academic level. She was æons more intelligent than me. She let me know it, too. It was around the time she was concluding her thesis, wreckage and research samples began washing up on the shores of Bikini Atoll and Sandal Sole. ‘Course they contacted her and her father. Would be fuckin stupid not to. Nobody knew as much about Mohesh’s research or marine Biology than Deeper and Verne Bloom. I tagged along on the first actual expedition, and later on Verne quit coming entirely and decided to just aid in donations, marketing, etc. This was nice cause Deeper was never comfortable being the face of the expeditions.
We discovered two ancient species of aquatic fungus that had insane potential. Cancer. Alzheimers. Regenerative Limbs. It’s like the fuckin shamwow. It can do anything. Anyway, Verne got sick, and we wanted to expedite thw research. Ironically, liver cancer meant Verne did not survive long enough to see clinical trials. Now, with only part of the new expeditions funded, we searched through independent funding. Crowdsourcing failed so we went to some bigger companies and owner’s like James Cameron and Ex-NASA employees. It’s just then we got a letter from a military science division we had never heard of before, the Sandal Atoll Marine Biology Outpost. Or. SAM-BO. And their delivery boy was a greasy creep named Agent Garret “Gator” Drake. And he had good news for us.
