TO994M | day 4 | morning | audio

[cactusy]

[There's the sound of footsteps on sand; she's walking as she talks, heading away from the beach and up towards the scrubby jungle.]

So I got got by what I think was a crossbow bolt. Kinda hard to tell for sure; it all came at me pretty fast. Got an arrow to the leg not long before that, but the one that came for my head seemed bigger in the point-two seconds of reaction time I had before it hit. And it did hit. Should've been difficult-to-impossible to survive, but here I am. Which tells me some things.

[She relays the news of her almost-certain death matter-of-factly, in the same flat-ish tone as her previous radio contributions. If anything, she sounds a little more upbeat here: it's not by much, but having (what she thinks are) answers is a relief. At least now she (thinks she!!) knows what she's dealing with.]

Look, guys; this isn't real. Fifty-fifty odds whether you're a part of it or not - maybe you're all artificial constructs and I'm the only real sentient person here, or maybe we're all hooked up to machines in a lab and we've been tossed into this simulated... thing together. Gonna be nice and assume the latter, for now. Point is, signs have been pointing to this for a while, and this proves it. But this is good news, kind of. It means that whatever happens here doesn't really matter. We die, we screw up, we do something our monitor overlord doesn't like - we just reset. I fired off three bullets, and they're back now, because the gun and the bullets are just lines of computer code that can be rewritten in whatever way the people running this want.

Priority number one shouldn't be escaping the island or long-term survival or whatever. It should be figuring out how to get out of the simulation. Then the party can really get started.

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[sharktrash]

Well shit, time to Steve Irwin that fucking crocodile.

[ He's joking. Probably. Or he's about to do something stupid. Anyone's guess really. ]

[cactusy]

You're going to freak out BT6 even more than she already is.

[sharktrash]

I mean, it was kinda fun listening to her tear you a new one. Little in the way of entertainment here, yeah?

[ more importantly though... ]

Do you know who attacked you?

[cactusy]

It was a group; the arrows came from all sides. I was in the jungle, moving east to west, heading towards a-- I couldn't really see what it was, but some kind of wooden structure.

Whoever it was, they were good. No signs of being followed up to that point.

[Time to camouflage and go back!!]

[sharktrash]

[ Welp. That's a whole new concern unlocked. He thought they only had killer drones to worry about, but apparently now there's also killer tribesmen on the loose? And frankly, the latter is quite more difficult to deal with. They have the home turf advantage here. ]

Could it have been some kind of trap that you set off?

[cactusy]

Pretty sure these were fired by hand. I stayed put after getting the first arrow.

[sharktrash]

Great. Unfriendly locals.

[ He normally has no problems clashing with people, that's part of his job after all, but he might need to adjust his... approach. He's not exactly subtle. ]

Think you can find that place again? Maybe they left some tracks.

[ Or, y'know, whoever wanders in there will get murdered again. Either or. ]

[cactusy]

Working on it.

[But it's a big jungle.]

[sharktrash]

Need backup?

[ Getting shot at isn't his favorite pastime but he probably has more experience in that than... some people here. ]

[cactusy]

No offense, but so far, you haven't exactly impressed.

[sharktrash]

[ He is absolutely taking offense to it. ]

Gotcha. Have fun being dead.