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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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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!!!
He stares at his alias, spelled out so clearly for anyone who ventures past this in the past 24 hours to see, and feels a little sick. It's not as bad as an entire post dedicated to telling everyone what happened, of course, but that's almost gone.
Now here's another reminder.
That's not the only part of this conversation he's paying attention to ofc, but it's hard not to immediately notice.
Don't mind him, he's just going to stew quietly and helplessly. ]
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But it also doesn't matter what Senku's intentions are. Lalo's failures are still being broadcast to anyone reading. The first thing, or one of the first things, that anyone new is going to hear about him is going to be his crowning humiliation. At least for a while. So Lalo is angry anyway. Not at Senku personally, but... at himself, which is a novel feeling for him and one it takes him a few minutes to register and place. He's angry, too, at the piece of shit in the cabin, of course. And at his situation, the way it exists in this present moment in time.
Lalo is used to people being terrified to offend him, even on accident. He is emphatically not used to coping with public embarrassment of this magnitude. He definitely is not used to the helplessness of it all. He is not used to having his failures broadcasted to everyone so freely, with no say in any of it.
He is, in fact, not used to failing, period.
Even if intellectually understanding the usefulness of specifics as a deterrent, trying to remember what Cohle told him, helps somewhat, it's still not enough to offset just how incredibly jarring this is.
But saying anything publicly seems likely to invite a sadist to mentally torture him, if there are any of those listening, and saying anything privately to Senku seems pointless when Senku is far from the only one casually discussing this so openly. Not to mention a good way to potentially offend a useful (hopefully) ally, who wasn't (Lalo is forced to admit to himself) trying to cause harm.
So, Lalo is forced to come back down to Earth, to take a deep breath, and to try to cope like, horror of horrors, a normal person. ]
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I don't even know any of the names you're dropping.
You're gonna have to slow down a bit.
What thing in what cabin?
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Guy's not too friendly. Likes to shoot arrows at people who get too close to his little wooden cabin.
Definitely doesn't use morse code.
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Maybe retro telecommunication methods are the key to his heart.
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Well, I'm out of ideas.
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There's a cabin towards the northeast somewhere. Whatever lives there pretty much used killing someone as a threat to the rest of us, but it seemed to me like that guy might be aware of the respawn thing just from what I gathered. Doesn't make me wanna meet him. I think he wasn't human and he didn't use Morse code.
So is he like us? Or is he something else.
You think these people who won't answer their call signs are the Glencolans?
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But it seems like a reasonable possibility.
If the Glencolans are really the ones who left these radios for everyone, chances are they left themselves a way to make use of them.
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How do we all get the radios upon waking anyway? So far no one has seen another person arrive here, so we can't say what happens when we do. Is someone waiting around to issue one?
I wanna talk to these Glencolans.
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Assuming those callsigns are in fact them and not just some more otherworldly jackasses wandering around on their own just choosing to ignore everyone.
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I think we figured out all the callsigns for people who showed up at the same time. Anyone earlier than us, no way of knowing. Their communications skills are apparently for shit. Or maybe they're just shy.
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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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In my experience, it's more of a what.
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And the brand I'm familiar with is orchestrated by reality itself.
I could get into the details, but I can't guarantee my own ability to put it in layman's terms.
I've been told I have an aversion to simplicity.
[And he was told that by his AI chatbot clone of himself, so...yeah. Simple.]
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The whole conditional immortality thing is one of the benefits of ascending to godtier.
Whether you want to think of that as literal godhood is up to you, but given everyone involved is working to create a new universe, I guess it's not completely absurd to think of it from a mythological perspective.
[It's just kind of weird to think of himself or people he knows like that. Like, Jake's a fucking dork obsessed with terrible movies. Roxy writes wizard fic. Jane thinks Ron Swanson is hot. These are not the traits one associates with something as grandiose as godhood.]
Ascension requires dying in a very particular manner.
Fulfill the requirements and you get a massive power upgrade plus flight and the aforementioned immortality.
The "conditional" part comes from the fact that a death will be permanent if it's deemed to be heroic or just by whatever unknown force determines that shit.
Otherwise, you just keep on truckin'.
I guess it's just not very narratively satisfying if your heroes obtain godhood only to die in an incredibly stupid way.