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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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?
text | DI481O
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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