text | day 008 | HE412T
[This text post comes after a few hours of radio silence following Dirk's first messages.]
Surprise, I survived.
"I told you so" etc etc.
Turns out the locals are pretty chill, all things considered.
I've learned their language and they have accepted me as one of their own.
By which I mean I'm cooling my heels in one of their longhouses for the rest of the night after they explained their whole Lost-adjacent dogma to me.
And I learned some shit you folks will probably be interested to hear about, judging by the fat wad of nothing y'all were able to tell me.
Key takeaways:
One, this particular group of natives speaks Morse code.
Tongue clicks for dots and hums for dashes.
Might wanna brush up on it if you don't feel like getting speared should you have a run-in with them.
And two, the people responsible for whatever this is are somewhere to the southeast, presumably on another island.
Surprise, I survived.
"I told you so" etc etc.
Turns out the locals are pretty chill, all things considered.
I've learned their language and they have accepted me as one of their own.
By which I mean I'm cooling my heels in one of their longhouses for the rest of the night after they explained their whole Lost-adjacent dogma to me.
And I learned some shit you folks will probably be interested to hear about, judging by the fat wad of nothing y'all were able to tell me.
Key takeaways:
One, this particular group of natives speaks Morse code.
Tongue clicks for dots and hums for dashes.
Might wanna brush up on it if you don't feel like getting speared should you have a run-in with them.
And two, the people responsible for whatever this is are somewhere to the southeast, presumably on another island.

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Morse code, though? Exciting!
[ Lucky Senku, he's fine at Morse code. ]
You find out where these Morse code clicking people come from or is that too much to hope for?
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Like I said, they're locals.
But their ancestors are a different story.
They couched the whole thing in ancient myth, but to put it in more straightforward and irreverent terms, there was a plane crash and a small society was birthed from the survivors.
No idea how long ago, but at least a generation or two, and potentially way more than that.
People don't talk about shit that happened to their grandparents the way these guys do unless said grandparents were intentionally fucking with them.
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So they DID come from the plane crash, but these aren't the immediate survivors. But why Morse code and not a spoken language? I can only assume the original survivors didn't have enough common language to communicate. Though there could be a more sinister answer here, too, something about avoiding being overheard. Maybe a combination of both.
Does this mean everyone onboard actually survived? That would explain the lack of bodies at the wreck shark guy found.
I'm not sure about the geography of wherever you came from, but my basic idea of where we are if we're on an Earth like mine is Indonesia. Which puts us in a group of islands, rather than one just somewhere alone. I could still be on track with that. Wonder what it would take to get us to that other island.
But it also gives me another thing to think about. These people don't seem to be immortal. How many extra lives do we actually get here? Just one? No one has died more than once yet to find out as far as I know. If you're born on this island do you not get ANY extra lives? Bum deal.
[ Yes he does absolutely conceive of this like a video game, though he doesn't agree with Shaw's simulation theory. He just compares real life to video games anyway. ]
Or, is the extra life thing only triggered by certain kinds of death? Meaning we could all still get old and/or die of natural causes. Bullets or whatever don't count as "natural" in this case.
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I don't think they all survives the original crash.
There was definitely mention of many perishing.
But the survivors might have retrieved the bodies, and any remaining evidence could have been lost over a long enough amount of time exposed to the elements.
And some kind of conditional immortality exclusive to inter-universal arrivals would also check out.
[That's how it worked for godtiers in the game, after all. But even as down as he is to kill himself at any given moment, he's not ready to jump to testing that shit while all other powers seem to be currently offline.]
Getting to the other island might be a bit trickier, though.
Apparently the Glencolans – the local's word for the people responsible for this shitshow – have tried to get back here multiple times and always failed.
Something about a whale and a song.
No idea how literal that is.
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They mention what they do for food and water btw? Or anything about the facilities that clearly aren't theirs like where the drones and the jail cells come from?
[ Senku isn't about to jump to testing how many extra lives they get either, not without the fallback of a working Medusa, but he's not sure they can get that thing working here. ]
Glencolans? Wonder where that word came from. Is it an organisation? Location?
What the hell did these people do to reality? I assume they can hear us on the network. Maybe they can read this. But they don't or won't answer us. I don't think it's can't.
I found a game a little while ago, just some old ass Snake game. It had a callsign in all the top scores. Wouldn't answer me when I talked to them but I finally managed to get one of the top scores. Next day they'd beat my score again. I can't get a high enough score to try this again. Is that person a Glencolan or something else? Is that Sol person that Martin spoke to a Glencolan or something else?
How many different groups of people are we dealing with here?
That thing in the cabin that killed Ben doesn't sound like a Morse code plane crasher. More like a miniboss. Maybe that one is more like us, displaced from who knows where and when.
[ He's only spinning theories like this because most people he does this at don't really answer. Even if Dirk doesn't answer either, it's fine. What else is Senku doing at night when it's too dark to do much else? ]
Whale and a song. I don't have one millimeter of an idea what that means. If shark guy goes through with his raft idea maybe we'll find out soon enough though. Might work both ways.
not here!!!
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/threadjacks LIKE ALWAYS
How would that work? How would someone induce something like that? Who would have that capability?
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Especially since you just got here a few hours ago
So what's the dogma then?
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This is from the same people that described a plane as an "ark", so take that with a grain of salt.
Then again, there's that black shit on the horizon, so I wouldn't entirely rule out the possibility of the rest of the world being destroyed.
Anyway.
They call themselves the Pacairs and the general vibe is "Pacairs good and pious, Glencolans wicked blasphemers".
There's more involving a Great Whale god that supposedly spared their ancestors and kept the Glencolans away after their exile, but I'm trying to sift the more concrete details from the mythologizing.
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Or they could be completely literal and we're dealing with supernatural or alien forces powerful enough to be called gods.
Of course none of this matters unless we're able to stay alive long enough to do something with it. Any chance they'd be open to helping us survive?
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No idea what they're expecting just yet, but I figured it wouldn't be very tactful to just barrel in and start asking for favors.
They gave me dinner, though, so that's something.
I'll see how things are looking tomorrow.
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Don't ask outright, ofc. Can't expect them to treat us as a group, and we probably wouldn't want them to. It would be nice to have allies though.
Good luck. Not sure what you could do about it if things got dicey, but please continue to not die?
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Pretty sure your ongoing fixation says more about you than it does me.
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You didn't answer my other question, by the way. American or International?
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Translating to English, of course, but who knows whether that part's going through any kind of auto-translate.
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Got a decent enough look while walking through the village, though.
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Didn't exactly get a chance to ask if they had any.
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DI481O | text /threadjacks AGAIN
threadjacking always welcome
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[ Excuse him, he needs a moment to be outraged. It's not particularly aimed at Dirk, though, he's just frustrated and tired and what the fuck. ]
Really though, that's some luck. Well, assuming you're not getting sacrificed to the volcano god tomorrow. They mention anything about shooting people with crossbolts?
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Did anyone actually *try* interacting with them?
Because just mentioning the footprints had people telling me to run away.
I'm hardly the most socially skilled person in the world, but it wasn't that hard to just approach the people that seem like they've been here a while and go, "hey, what the fuck is going on?"
[Clearly anyone could have figured out their language and made use of it on the fly. It's not like it was hard.]
And no, I didn't see any crossbows.
The tech level seems more bows and spears.
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[ Which might be for the best. He's familiar with Morse Code, but by no means proficient in it, so translating it on the go isn't something he could just do. Maybe if he could write it down and then stare at it for a couple minutes, but the audience might not be willing to wait. He's probably going to spend some time going over the alphabet in his head now, at least. ]
Think if you ask 'em not to shoot people on sight if they don't talk their weirdo dialect, they'd take it to heart?
[ But oh. Hmm. Bows and spears don't sound all that intimidating, if he's honest. Of course, a skilled archer can still down you with an arrow to the eye, but comparatively there's less chance at that than being hit with a machine gun. ]
What else did you see? Any other weapons they have? Comms? Do they know about any other inhabitants that might be hunting people out here?
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I can't claim to have an amazing rapport with them just yet, but they seem reasonable enough.
I'll try to put the request in tomorrow, and see if they know about any other people on the island.
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