Every nine-to-eleven days we have new arrivals. The food situation remains stable, but everyone please be aware that our medication stocks for ALL medications are critically low at last check. If you need medication still, let one of the medical personnel from the Survival Guide know and we'll see what we can do for you, regardless.
Day 341, we started to see an effect from the red lines that people got when they fell or jumped in the pit I mentioned in my last summary. In brief, a lot of people were brought down to a room with a large pit in the center. We felt compelled to jump in. Some people jumped, others were pushed. The people who went into the pit ended up with a variety of red lines covering their bodies.
Nathan posted a game for everyone to play and it devolved into arguments with people without the red lines accusing the people with red lines of being wrong and dangerous. I saw first-hand how one of the people in my group without the lines was reacting negatively, highly paranoid of anyone with the lines.
Day 342, things got worse. People with the red lines were further segregated. People who had voluntarily jumped found they had red covering their eyes, even though it didn't impair their vision. The people who were pushed or fell into the pit just kept the red lines with no red on their eyes. Instead of just arguing, people without red lines started actively being more aggressive, particularly toward people with red in their eyes. Some people had their hair stolen or were physically threatened in other ways. There was something more insidious than just the physical danger, though. Information was also being stolen.
I don't know exactly how it worked, but people with the red lines and eyes felt compelled to share information. Someone without the lines even set up a post to collect information. The people with red lines but with regular eyes tried to warn off the people with red eyes from sharing information, but it wasn't very effective. Later on, we learned that each time a piece of information was shared out to someone without the lines, there was a burning sensation in the red-lined, red-eyed person. The people with red lines, but regular eyes didn't experience the paranoia or the need to tell anything about themselves. We didn't feel any kind of burning, either.
Day 343, Dr. House indicated that the mental effects associated with the lines and being without them had dissipated. Flynn also issued an apology for the information stealing. To anyone feeling hurt or upset by any of this, please remember that you were being manipulated. You're all victims here.
Day 344, the Obituaries brought news that another morgue experiment had failed and someone died horribly. Please consider very seriously the chances of survival if you intend to carry out similar experiments in the future. There is a 0% survival rate for the ones conducted so far.
Tess also raised questions about the "light" that people had or had stolen from them a while back. In brief, the light is the physical manifestation of whatever lets us exist here in Norfinbury. Maybe a sort of luck or coding trick that allows us to survive the transfer from another universe or maintain our neural pathways in the servers. Some of us had it stolen a while ago when we had the impression we'd turned into anomalies. People who don't have their light have had their faces reduced to static when posting with video on the network.
Day 345, Enoch shared a conversation he had with the Admin. Our medical resources are all being pulled from a single source. That in mind, please make every effort to protect yourself and others in your groups. The fewer deaths we have, the fewer medications we request, the longer we'll have medical services available from the Admin.
Day 346, Angel announced she'd finished compiling a code that Steph found in the high school. It's called the Ocean Eye App. Possibly it has something to do with Shelley Derricks, but it's also something that's tied to the cult, so please proceed with caution in its use. Angel is the keeper on the keys for it. Please contact @guardian if you'd like to borrow the app to test something around town.
Day 348, Tess requested spilling blood in her name, while not in her right mind. This should go without saying, but please do not murder each other. This isn't an experiment worth pursuing when we know all anomalies of any real consequence, including divine powers, are being suppressed.
Day 349, Rhys took a moment to share some campfire tales to help distract people. If you ever feel like sharing stories from your own world, evenings are a good time to share. Flynn also has a public library he's maintaining that can probably include an audio storytelling section.
Day 351, @ADMIN sent out a link for people to activate their Beacon App. Please carefully consider whether you want to do this. Activation may decrease the occurrence of MN Poisoning, but it can also increase your chance for encounters with anomalies and allows the Admin to track your movements more precisely.
Day 353, everyone with red lines was taken from where they were and put down in what appeared to be a cell complex. Quark put out a call on the network to indicate that we'd disappeared.
We were stripped and put into jumpsuits and left alone for a bit. We're not sure exactly how we got down there. After a while, there were hospital identification bands that appeared on our wrists. They listed off various medications, most of which none of the doctors in Norfinbury have ever heard of. There was one medication that everyone had, though, and that we did recognize: Anisomycin.
Anisomycin is an antibiotic that can be toxic to humans. It's also experimentally been proven to prevent the consolidation of memory in rats. Basically, it's a drug that can stop you forming long-term memories. I think this happened to us. We were taken by static creatures to an operating room and injected with a lot of drugs throughout what I assume was the day. We experienced a range of side-effects including nausea, vomiting, disorientation, hallucination, delusion, fever, and general malaise.
All of this was Robert Miller, the Admin's assistant. He said he was trying to fix us, but he's a sadist who's put us through torture before in order to fix some of the systems in Norfinbury.
Day 354, we fell asleep and when we woke up again, we found that there were new people in the cells with us. They experienced something very different than the people with red lines. They'd been taken by the static in the night and remembered being chained to the wall of a dirty, molding cell while people with red lines abused them. some recordings were made of these happenings that got out when we were given a tablet in the cells.
None of the people with the red lines could remember doing this, but we all woke up a little more lucid and injured to varying degrees, like we'd been fighting in our sleep. People without the lines were in much worse shape, overall. They experienced far too many horrors to name, but were able to move through the cell block freely for a time.
Day 355, I think must have been when we received the tablet. Just one. People without lines all showed up as a username that was just black static. All of us with lines showed up as red static. We were able to communicate with the people outside who said the Admin was looking for us.
At some point after that, we were drugged again, I think. It's difficult to remember anything. Everyone wound up in their cells, though, and people from above ground were brought in by I assume the Admin to help get us out. It might well have been Andromeda, too. The people who came down saw something completely different than any of the rest of us dragged there. They saw us all in an empty, moldy room, trapped in a delusion. They were able to pull us out of it and get everyone out of the room and back to the surface. None of us remembers exactly how we went from the underground to the surface again.
Day 356, Angel shared a conversation she had with the Admin which seems to indicate that Robert Miller is still at large, in spite of the Admin locking him out of the network.
The injuries we received down in the cells seem to be healing rapidly, from what I've personally experienced, and the red lines and eyes have disappeared. I'm note entirely sure whether or not to cheer that at the moment. Regardless, the immediate danger seems to be over.
For everyone who helped save us from that cell block, thank you. Thank you from the deepest part of my heart. We wouldn't have made it out of that place without you.
For everyone without red lines who was brought down and tortured, I don't know how many of you I'm personally responsible for hurting--I don't remember--but I'm sorry. That can't begin to make up for what's been done to you, but I will do everything in my power to make sure that doesn't happen to you again. If you need help, please let me know immediately.
To everyone with the red lines, you've been tortured, as well. It's important to remember that. Mr. Graham said it from the tablet while we were down there, but you are a victim, as well. All of you are victims and it's Robert Miller who's responsible for doing this, not you. I'm also here to help you however I can. Eve might not have been able to stop Mr. Miller forever, but we're forewarned about him and his methods now. That's forearmed, as much as we can be here. Angel said it right: remain vigilant and make sure you have a partner to travel with. We are stronger together, even when this place is trying to tear us apart. That said, if we ever have a situation like we encountered with paranoia running rampant and demands for information, please remember to take a step back and wait for those feelings to pass. They may very well not be your own.
Day 341 to 356
Nathan posted a game for everyone to play and it devolved into arguments with people without the red lines accusing the people with red lines of being wrong and dangerous. I saw first-hand how one of the people in my group without the lines was reacting negatively, highly paranoid of anyone with the lines.
I don't know exactly how it worked, but people with the red lines and eyes felt compelled to share information. Someone without the lines even set up a post to collect information. The people with red lines but with regular eyes tried to warn off the people with red eyes from sharing information, but it wasn't very effective. Later on, we learned that each time a piece of information was shared out to someone without the lines, there was a burning sensation in the red-lined, red-eyed person. The people with red lines, but regular eyes didn't experience the paranoia or the need to tell anything about themselves. We didn't feel any kind of burning, either.
Tess also raised questions about the "light" that people had or had stolen from them a while back. In brief, the light is the physical manifestation of whatever lets us exist here in Norfinbury. Maybe a sort of luck or coding trick that allows us to survive the transfer from another universe or maintain our neural pathways in the servers. Some of us had it stolen a while ago when we had the impression we'd turned into anomalies. People who don't have their light have had their faces reduced to static when posting with video on the network.
We were stripped and put into jumpsuits and left alone for a bit. We're not sure exactly how we got down there. After a while, there were hospital identification bands that appeared on our wrists. They listed off various medications, most of which none of the doctors in Norfinbury have ever heard of. There was one medication that everyone had, though, and that we did recognize: Anisomycin.
Anisomycin is an antibiotic that can be toxic to humans. It's also experimentally been proven to prevent the consolidation of memory in rats. Basically, it's a drug that can stop you forming long-term memories. I think this happened to us. We were taken by static creatures to an operating room and injected with a lot of drugs throughout what I assume was the day. We experienced a range of side-effects including nausea, vomiting, disorientation, hallucination, delusion, fever, and general malaise.
All of this was Robert Miller, the Admin's assistant. He said he was trying to fix us, but he's a sadist who's put us through torture before in order to fix some of the systems in Norfinbury.
None of the people with the red lines could remember doing this, but we all woke up a little more lucid and injured to varying degrees, like we'd been fighting in our sleep. People without the lines were in much worse shape, overall. They experienced far too many horrors to name, but were able to move through the cell block freely for a time.
At some point after that, we were drugged again, I think. It's difficult to remember anything. Everyone wound up in their cells, though, and people from above ground were brought in by I assume the Admin to help get us out. It might well have been Andromeda, too. The people who came down saw something completely different than any of the rest of us dragged there. They saw us all in an empty, moldy room, trapped in a delusion. They were able to pull us out of it and get everyone out of the room and back to the surface. None of us remembers exactly how we went from the underground to the surface again.
The injuries we received down in the cells seem to be healing rapidly, from what I've personally experienced, and the red lines and eyes have disappeared. I'm note entirely sure whether or not to cheer that at the moment. Regardless, the immediate danger seems to be over.
For everyone who helped save us from that cell block, thank you. Thank you from the deepest part of my heart. We wouldn't have made it out of that place without you.
For everyone without red lines who was brought down and tortured, I don't know how many of you I'm personally responsible for hurting--I don't remember--but I'm sorry. That can't begin to make up for what's been done to you, but I will do everything in my power to make sure that doesn't happen to you again. If you need help, please let me know immediately.
To everyone with the red lines, you've been tortured, as well. It's important to remember that. Mr. Graham said it from the tablet while we were down there, but you are a victim, as well. All of you are victims and it's Robert Miller who's responsible for doing this, not you. I'm also here to help you however I can. Eve might not have been able to stop Mr. Miller forever, but we're forewarned about him and his methods now. That's forearmed, as much as we can be here. Angel said it right: remain vigilant and make sure you have a partner to travel with. We are stronger together, even when this place is trying to tear us apart. That said, if we ever have a situation like we encountered with paranoia running rampant and demands for information, please remember to take a step back and wait for those feelings to pass. They may very well not be your own.