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explosivecombat) wrote2012-09-03 08:47 pm
explosivecombat) wrote2012-09-03 08:47 pm
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- **anonymous,
- *text,
- @crow hogan,
- @fullmetal,
- @gordon cole,
- @hikari yagami,
- @isaac mcdougal: non-fail junior,
- @kayneth archibald e-rank luck,
- @lightning farron,
- @our future cobra commander overlord,
- @sasuke uchiha,
- @shinn asuka,
- being you guys is suffering,
- come at me bro,
- engaging in heresy,
- how edgy of you,
- i am superior,
- no sense of self-preservation,
- raid on the city knock out evil tusks,
- sanity is so passé,
- so fucking flawless,
- surprisingly not plotting anyone's death,
- ten points to ego,
- texting into the void,
- the greater internet fuckwad theory,
- this is gonna suck,
- this is really stupid,
- well that's needlessly sinister,
- why we can't have nice things
016. [Anonymous Text + Images]
[And tonight, with no fanfare, a text hits the network. Completely anonymous, as always; those who have done their homework would recognize the 'Gear number as the one ascribed to the device that's been showing off several other attacks that have been broadcast to the network.]
Good evening, Johto.
The last few times we've spoken have been a bit unbalanced, wouldn't you agree?
[Ah, there are the pictures. Still images from the attack on the square in front of the Goldenrod Department Store, along with a few other images - the attack on the Kimono Girls and against a few random civilians, the Goldenrod Pokémon Center being destroyed. Little unpleasantries like that. Scroll past them and the text will pick back up, don't worry.]
You've told me so much about yourselves, during those attacks. I've gotten to know several of you quite well, actually.
For the time being, I would like to even the playing field a little. It will keep things interesting, I think.
From the time that you contact me onward, you have an hour to ask me anything you like. I can't guarantee you'll like or be satisfied with the answers, but it'll be better than nothing, I imagine; anything is up for discussion, short of my current location.
And don't worry - I'll introduce myself, just to spare you some time.
[There's one more image after the text ends; it's the sort of picture that usually closes out these transmissions to the network - a shot of the Rocket agent in question from the chest down to about the waist. The room behind him is dark, though it appears to be a meeting room of some sort, if you squint; the Rocket insignia emblazoned across his shirt is clearly visible above his hands, which are obscured by the pale gloves that come with the uniform. Instead of the usual Pokéballs clasped in his hands, however, there's a white card with a few words written on it in thick, blocky writing, as though someone had written the letters and gone over them repeatedly, rendering them unidentifiable through handwriting alone. The words are highly visible, standing out against the stark, glaring white of the card in the flash of the camera:
MY NAME IS SETH.
PLEASED TO MAKE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE.]
Good evening, Johto.
The last few times we've spoken have been a bit unbalanced, wouldn't you agree?
[Ah, there are the pictures. Still images from the attack on the square in front of the Goldenrod Department Store, along with a few other images - the attack on the Kimono Girls and against a few random civilians, the Goldenrod Pokémon Center being destroyed. Little unpleasantries like that. Scroll past them and the text will pick back up, don't worry.]
You've told me so much about yourselves, during those attacks. I've gotten to know several of you quite well, actually.
For the time being, I would like to even the playing field a little. It will keep things interesting, I think.
From the time that you contact me onward, you have an hour to ask me anything you like. I can't guarantee you'll like or be satisfied with the answers, but it'll be better than nothing, I imagine; anything is up for discussion, short of my current location.
And don't worry - I'll introduce myself, just to spare you some time.
[There's one more image after the text ends; it's the sort of picture that usually closes out these transmissions to the network - a shot of the Rocket agent in question from the chest down to about the waist. The room behind him is dark, though it appears to be a meeting room of some sort, if you squint; the Rocket insignia emblazoned across his shirt is clearly visible above his hands, which are obscured by the pale gloves that come with the uniform. Instead of the usual Pokéballs clasped in his hands, however, there's a white card with a few words written on it in thick, blocky writing, as though someone had written the letters and gone over them repeatedly, rendering them unidentifiable through handwriting alone. The words are highly visible, standing out against the stark, glaring white of the card in the flash of the camera:
MY NAME IS SETH.
PLEASED TO MAKE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE.]
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If you word it like that, you're making me question the same thing - why are you bothering? What do you get out of this?
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It takes a certain kind of person to be that destructive and take enough pride in it to broadcast it to everyone else.
[Doing a little baiting, himself? Perhaps.]
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You'll find that this world has many that are like that; I'm not the only one, nor am I the first, and I doubt that I'll be the last.
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And only an idiot would believe your name is actually Seth. If you ask me, you're just trying to derail anyone from really finding out who you are... In order to keep the upper hand.
[In other words, he's calling you a liar.]
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It's also the name I've given the few that have asked me in the past. Even if it is a false name, at the very least it's a consistent one.
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Good to know, at least you're consistent.
If there are so many like you, are you all working together?
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