#Fragments 003

[angelsofchaos]

basic info I like to put in my simply plural groups :3 this might also work kinda for pk groups if y'all like to make em fancy haha.

I typically organize them into three ish big folders.

001. System Info

-> Roles

(if you would like a list of basic roles we put in, I am happy to make one, just lmk.)

-> Formation Level

╰ Semi formed

╰ Fragment

╰ Fully formed

-> Source

╰ organize by type, movie, book, etc

-> Subsystem(s)

╰ subsystem name

002. Alter Info

-> Gender identity

-> Sexuality / orientation

-> Relationship status

-> Ages

-> Interaction status

-> Species

003. For Fun / Misc

-> Completion

╰ profile finished

╰ pluralkit finished

-> Alphabet

╰ sort by first letter of name.

-> Mbti or ennegrams

╰ I did this because I am a nerd (silly :3)

-> Family groups!! Or friends, or stupid stuff

╰ examples being ; (not our real groups </3)

╰ gays

╰ the emerald fam

╰ 3 dudes chilling in a hot tub

[broken-dollhouse]

can we request: a full marble hornets + creepypasta themed simply plural template? @the-slendermansion

Marblehornets themed SP ;

Includes - Full profile [base + alter] , custom fields , folders & even a flag template

For anyone unaware we love MH dearly so this was extremely fun , we did add some creepypasta themes but not many [maybe] Flag template + shown flags here please do not hotlink anything The base is a PSD with some customization We did slightly struggle on the custom fields but those also aren't really our specialty Feel free to edit names and such , we just used entry names for most of these

Along side ; feel free to request the more vhs styled flag , we don't mind making more if it helps someone!

Colors: #0c0c09 #1e2018 #b0afb1

TEMPLATES ;

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Shown flags ; Webhorric & Marnetic

[angeliqueiguess]

Hidden Notes (mk.l)

003. Challenge

The morning light streamed softly through the curtains, casting golden patches across the apartment. Y/n had barely slept.

Fragments of those cryptic notes buzzed relentlessly in her mind, and that name—Mark L.—lingered like a song she couldn’t shake off.

The papers were still scattered across the small table in the living room, turning into a puzzle she couldn’t bring herself to ignore. There was something about them—something in the way the words were written, in the faded ink—that drew her in. She couldn’t just live there, wondering who had written them or why.

She needed answers.

Shrugging on her coat, hands trembling with a mix of excitement and nerves, she stepped out of the apartment. Her landlady, a quiet and reserved woman, lived in the building next door. Y/n had seen her a few times—always wearing oversized glasses that seemed disproportionate to her small face, shuffling along as if her thoughts weighed her down.

She knocked twice on the door and waited. The seconds dragged on until a creak broke the silence. The door opened just a sliver, revealing the landlady peering out, blinking groggily as though she’d just woken up.

“Ah, Miss Y/n. Everything alright in the apartment?” Her voice was husky with sleep.

“Yes, everything’s fine, thank you,” Y/n replied, offering a small smile, though she couldn’t hide the tension in her voice. She hesitated before continuing. “I’m sorry to bother you so early, but I was wondering if you could tell me about the previous tenant… Mark, I think his name was?”

The landlady’s expression shifted. Her brows furrowed, and the sleepiness in her eyes gave way to something sharper, like she was rifling through old memories.

“Mark? Oh, yes… He was a bit of a mystery,” she said slowly, choosing her words with care. “Always so quiet. Kept to himself, but there was… something about him. He lived there a few years ago but left suddenly. Packed up one night and disappeared.”

“Disappeared?” Y/n leaned in slightly, her curiosity piqued.

“Yes, that’s right. He never said where he was going or why. Always carried this old guitar with him. The neighbors used to say he’d play at odd hours—sometimes early in the morning, sometimes very late at night. Didn’t talk to many people, but he had a certain… presence, you know?” She gestured vaguely, as if trying to articulate something intangible.

Y/n nodded, her intrigue growing with each word. “Did he ever mention why he stayed or why he left?” she asked, trying to sound casual, though her eagerness was clear.

The landlady gave her a curious look. “Not that I recall, but… why do you ask?”

Y/n hesitated, then decided to be honest. “I found some notes hidden behind the wallpaper in the apartment. I think they might be his, and I wanted to return them if I could.”

The landlady’s eyes widened slightly. “Notes behind the wallpaper? That’s… unusual. I never thought to look there. Maybe the neighbors can help. There’s an older woman two doors down from your unit. She used to see him often—she might know more.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” Y/n said, trying to contain the excitement bubbling up inside her.

She left the landlady’s building and made her way back to her own. Following the lead, she knocked softly on the door the landlady had mentioned. After a moment, it opened to reveal a kindly elderly woman. Her gray hair was pinned back in a neat bun, and she wore a floral housecoat that matched her warm demeanor.

“Yes?” the woman asked with a gentle smile.

“Good morning. My name is Y/n L/n—I just moved into 7D,” Y/n introduced herself politely before getting to the point. “I was wondering if you remember the young man who lived there before me. Mark, I believe. I heard he played the guitar.”

The woman’s face brightened at the mention of the guitar. “Oh, him! Yes, I remember Mark. Such a peculiar young man, but very talented. He’d often play late at night—beautiful music, really. Sometimes, I’d hear him playing songs that felt… personal, like love songs. But he never really talked to anyone. Always seemed to have so much on his mind.”

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat. She felt like she was getting closer to something, though she couldn’t yet see what.

“Did he leave anything behind?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

The woman tilted her head, her expression thoughtful. “Well… There was one time. I swear I heard him talking to someone late at night, but when I looked, there was no one there. Oh, and one morning, I found a note slipped under my door. It wasn’t meant for me, but I knew it was from him. It said... What it said?... Oh! It said ‘Sorry about the noise, didn’t mean to wake you.’ That was the last I heard from him.”

Y/n thanked the woman and returned to her apartment, her thoughts racing. As she stepped inside and closed the door behind her, she stood still for a moment, her eyes scanning the walls as though they were hiding something more than peeling paint.

She walked into the living room, where the scattered notes lay waiting. As she sifted through them again, a small slip of paper caught her eye. It had fallen between two pages, and it looked different from the rest.

Her hands trembled slightly as she picked it up and unfolded it. The words were simple but unsettling:

“If you’re reading this, you might find the rest of me.”

It felt like a challenge, a trail of breadcrumbs deliberately left behind. Y/n gripped the note tightly, her pulse quickening. These weren’t just words anymore—they were a message, a clue leading her deeper into a mystery she couldn’t ignore.

The search had just begun.

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taglist open: @thegracerammy @kittydollzz @nmlee

credits: @strangergraphics (dividers)

[blorboazula]

100 Days of Azutara: The Prompts

I finished making the list I’ll use for this self-imposed challenge, in case you’re curious (in case you’d like a list of 100 words as writing prompts).

001. Coat

002. Heartbreak

003. Surprise

004. Night

005. Wrath

006. Homesickness

007. Scar

008. Spirit

009. Cigarettes

010. Kindness

011. Taste

012. Accent

013. Strength

014. Truth

015. Blue

016. Promise

017. Antecipation

018. Spark

019. Vacation

020. Falling

021. Voice

022. Garden

023. Shadows

024. Dance

025. Slow

026. Luck

027. Crazy

028. Wet

029. Kisses

030. Smell

031. Control

032. Trust

033. Loyalty

034. Fear

035. Home

036. Bronze

037. Awakening

038. Hips 

039. Tough

040. Air

041. Blood

042. Apologies

043. Faith 

044. Sweet

045. Lost 

046. Blush 

047. Bond 

048. Nostalgia 

049. Fast 

050. Future 

051. Pretty 

052. Ours

053. Hand 

054. Flirt 

055. Sun

056. Glass 

057. Better 

058. Whisper 

059. Cry 

060. Bless 

061. Skirt 

062. Watch 

063. Shelter

064. Peace 

065. Naked 

066. Stay

067. City

068. Mask 

069. Mystery 

070. Comfort 

071. Flower 

072. Connection 

073. Fragment 

074. Burn 

075. Ocean

076. Mirror 

077. Ring 

078. Toy 

079. Ties 

080. Summer

081. Ghost

082. Boys

083. Night

084. Costume

085. Confession

086. Poison

087. Chains

088. Escape

089. Heart

090. Hurricane 

091. Bright

092. Kiss 

093. Mood

094. Fragile

095. Map

096. Ache

097. History

098. Temptation

099. Tense

100. Proposal

[artern]

003 - somewhere, someplace

003

somewhere, someplace, i’d have the courage to admit i’ve outgrown you. i’m glad we had what we had, but i’d prefer it that way. i’d rather conjure you up in my writing, in my art pieces. i’d be lying if i said there are hints of you in the smallest of fragments of my artworks. you’re there, ever so slightly, like an invisible ghost, but no one knows you’re there.

it’s as if you’re stealing glances. showing up in my dreams, hoping that our slow dancing will make me choose you.

it’s funny, because i would have wanted the same from you a while back. but somewhere, someplace, i’d have the courage to admit i’ve outgrown you.

too late, honey. i hope you enjoyed your stay.

[entrapdaknation]

Greylock Tapes: The Moon

With each rewatch of Greylock Tapes, I notice new themes and breadcrumb trails. My latest theory is that the moon plays some important role in the series, including in the creation of Mount Greylock, genesis of thoughtforms, and the empowerment of the Tall Man.

First, recall that Tape 008 references the primordial collision of Theia and Earth. Fragments of Theia formed the moon, and the series implies that a chunk of Theia that embedded in the Earth became Mount Greylock. Both the moon and Mount Greylock are made from the same substance, and possibly animated by the same consciousness.

Second, much of the supernatural mayhem in the series occurs at night, when the moon is visible. In Tape 003, Jim finds blood and remains in the woods after dark. His car flees from something, and his radio show suddenly broadcasts sinister messages as he drives at night. The chaos of Tape 004 takes place after dark. The Tall Man’s stalking of Charlotte in Tape 012 takes place at night.

Third, mental conditioning for thoughtform cognitogenesis seems to require nighttime conditions, when the moon is out. In Tape 010, the doctor hypnotizing Tiffany asks her to visualize the sun going down and the stars coming out, before guiding her to the Black Door. In Tape 012, the TF-2 module strongly suggests that subjects run the program at night, ostensibly to ensure a dark room with fewer distractions.

What if the evil entity possessing Mount Greylock also possesses the moon, as both are fragments of Theia? What if its influence over humans is strongest when humans are near Mount Greylock AND in sight of the moon at night? What if the entity’s obsession with connectivity is an expression of its desire to be whole again — to connect Mount Greylock and the moon back together?

[thestorysage]

PROJECT XENOS

CLASSIFIED DOCUMENT #001 TOP SECRET PROJECT XENOS

Date: [REDACTED] Location: [REDACTED]

Subject: Alien Encounter Report

Mission Status: Ongoing

Incident Description: On [REDACTED] at [REDACTED] hours, a team of researchers stationed at [REDACTED] reported an encounter with an unidentified extraterrestrial entity. The subject appeared humanoid in form, approximately 7 feet tall with a pale, almost translucent skin. The subject possessed elongated limbs and sharp, needle-like teeth. Attempts at communication were made but proved unsuccessful.

Classified Information: Analysis of the subject's physiology revealed unusual biological features. Its skeletal structure demonstrated an unprecedented level of flexibility, allowing for contortions and movements outside the range of human capabilities. The subject's blood samples indicated a composition that differed significantly from terrestrial organisms, exhibiting unknown proteins and cellular structures.

CLASSIFIED DOCUMENT #002 TOP SECRET PROJECT XENOS

Date: [REDACTED] Location: [REDACTED]

Subject: Alien Encounter Report

Mission Status: Ongoing

Incident Description: Following the previous encounter, surveillance was heightened in the designated area. On [REDACTED] at [REDACTED] hours, a second encounter occurred. This time, the alien entity displayed the ability to phase through solid objects and manipulate its molecular structure, allowing it to penetrate various materials. It also emitted a series of high-frequency sound waves, causing intense pain and disorientation among the team members.

Classified Information: Further analysis of the alien's capabilities indicates an advanced understanding and manipulation of quantum mechanics. The subject's ability to manipulate matter at a subatomic level suggests a level of technology far beyond our current understanding. Additionally, its vocal emissions were discovered to contain encrypted data, which we are currently unable to decipher.

CLASSIFIED DOCUMENT #003 TOP SECRET PROJECT XENOS

Date: [REDACTED] Location: [REDACTED]

Subject: Alien Encounter Report

Mission Status: Ongoing

Incident Description: On [REDACTED] at [REDACTED] hours, an unprecedented event occurred during routine monitoring of the alien entity. The subject underwent a rapid metamorphosis, transforming into an amorphous mass of writhing tendrils and appendages. The entity then split into multiple smaller entities, each displaying independent movement and coordination. The smaller entities proceeded to consume organic and inorganic matter within their reach.

Classified Information: The alien's ability to alter its physical form and reproduce through fission raises significant concerns. Analysis of the consumed matter revealed a disintegration process that reduced organic material to its basic atomic components, leaving no trace. The speed and efficiency of this process imply an energy source and technology beyond our current understanding. This discovery prompts reevaluation of our containment and defense protocols.

CLASSIFIED DOCUMENT #004 TOP SECRET PROJECT XENOS

Date: [REDACTED] Location: [REDACTED]

Subject: Alien Encounter Report

Mission Status: Ongoing

Incident Description: On [REDACTED] at [REDACTED] hours, the research team initiated an experimental communication protocol, attempting to establish a meaningful interaction with the alien entity. The protocol involved broadcasting a series of mathematical and linguistic messages. The response received was unexpected. The alien entity transmitted a message that could be deciphered but appeared to consist solely of fragmented memories and emotional states, invoking feelings of dread and despair among those who heard it. Several team members experienced vivid nightmares following the transmission.

Classified Information: The nature of the alien entity's communication raises disturbing questions about its origin and intentions. Its ability to manipulate emotions and memories through a remote transmission suggests a

profound understanding of cognitive processes and an ability to influence human consciousness. Further research is required to determine the potential long-term effects of this encounter on the mental and emotional well-being of the team.

END OF DOCUMENT

[team-enigma-official]

[VIDEO FILE- SUBJECT 003- ADDENDUM

Camera comes into focus on a smaller part of the lab. A pokemon has been placed before the camera. At first glance it looks like a Bulbasaur, or at least, like it could be one. The camera doesn't focus well on it, and it looks a little uncanny, blurry, as if it isn't fully there. It is also badly fragmented, pieces and parts seem to be floating off of it in every direction.

It also does not look tame. It snaps a little at the camera as it is adjusted, though it doesn't seem interested in using its vines. It seems confused, as if it doesn't understand that it has them.

Grant- After fourty-two hours the subject still does not appear to have made any meaningful gains in its self awareness. It continues to be outwardly hostile towards any one and anything that comes near it.

The Bulbasaur (?) gives a sharp cry that does NOT sound like a noise that a Bulbasaur should be capable of making. It seems to draw closer to the camera, and bristles a little in a display of hostility.

Grant- the subject's DNA now most closely resembles a Bulbasaur, but it seems to have a mix of several different genomes that can also be detected. Most notably, Paras, rhydon and zubat DNA. Some traces of Nidoran can also be found, but in spite it being presumably a Nidoran originally, it is hardly present. This suggests that it's entire genetic make up may have been altered and further mixed with...

The Bulbasaur (?) gives a much more glutteral cry now as it's form begins to glow brightly. It takes one more step towards the camera before erupting into a shockingly violent explosion. The camera immediately blacks out and the tape cuts]

I have learned today that Pokemon under the ZZaZZ effect are capable of exploding. I have also learned the range at which my recording equipment will not survive an explosion.

[dexare]

[ A PLACE TOO FAR AWAY ]

Log:003 by Dr. Vincent Monet From the Constance Foundation on CF/Local-0003.

"Gotta say this place is fucking beautiful, no one could ever deny that. Even during the day, I don't feel hot or dry, and the night feels so refreshing. The wind starts at around 6 and doesn't stop all night long. You would think it would get cold, but it doesn't, It just stays in that perfect sweet spot, and my body just feels genuinely so relieved.

Since the conditions have been so easy to deal with, we decided to switch our travel schedules to between 1 to 11 that should let us see this place both at night and at day more often. As far as the starcharts go, we haven't been successful. Thomas's been pretty piss about that, with the exception of the first day, It's been too cloudy to see anything, those black clouds seem to be following us and we can't see anything above us. Hopefully, at some point, things clear up, and we can chart whatever we see. I'm definitely curious about that nearby planet we saw last time."

____________________________________________________

Log:004 by Dr. Vincent Monet From the Constance Foundation on CF/Local-0003.

"I completely forgot to mention this yesterday, but we've been walking for 3, probably 4 days with today, and even though we brought supplies, we haven't had any need of them. Some of the guys did eat last night, but it was mostly out of boredom, and I haven't had anything to eat or drink since way before we got here. This place doesn't seem to take anything from you.. i seriously wonder how far that goes..."

#ChroniclesofRebellion #Fragment log #MissingChronology Part - 3

[fred-the-curator]

DITC 003 (90s Hip-Hop Mix)

DITC 003 (90s Hip-Hop Mix)   Bienvenue dans le troisième chapitre de mon exploration musicale, "DITC 003", où je plonge dans ma collection personnelle pour vous offrir une sélection raffinée de tracks de hip-hop américain et français des années 90. Le titre "Diggin In The Crates", en hommage au légendaire crew de hip-hop new-yorkais, résume parfaitement l'esprit de cette série : une quête incessante de pépites sonores enfouies dans l'histoire du hip-hop. Ce mix de 80 minutes regroupe 23 morceaux qui tracent un itinéraire géographique et culturel allant des rues pavées de la banlieue parisienne à la chaleur du Sud des États-Unis. En partant de "Le Crime Paie" de Lunatic, un morceau phare de la scène française issu de la compilation Hostile de 1996, jusqu'à "Sesshead Funk Junky" de Eightball & MJG featuring MC Breed, une célébration du funk de Memphis, ce voyage est une véritable célébration de la diversité et de la richesse du hip-hop des années 90. Des figures emblématiques comme Nas, avec le classique "The World Is Yours", côtoient des artistes moins connus mais tout aussi influents tels que Absent Minded et Annexx Clique, offrant ainsi un équilibre entre hits incontournables et trésors cachés. Le mix, soigneusement élaboré, propose des transitions fluides entre des morceaux de Smif-N-Wessun et de Fabe, ou entre Rakim et EPMD, témoignant de la diversité stylistique et de l'innovation qui caractérisaient l'époque. Chaque morceau sélectionné n'est pas seulement une chanson, mais une histoire, un fragment de l'âme de son créateur. À travers ce mix, j'espère non seulement partager des sons qui m'ont marqué, mais également faire revivre l'esprit d'une époque où chaque sample, chaque rime, avait le pouvoir de capturer l'essence d'une génération. Pour les amateurs de sonorités authentiques et de découvertes musicales, "DITC 003" est plus qu'un simple mix, c'est une invitation à explorer les racines profondes du hip-hop, à découvrir ou redécouvrir des morceaux qui ont façonné le paysage musical de toute une génération. Plongez avec moi dans cet univers sonore, et laissez-vous transporter par la magie de ces années révolutionnaires. Fred The Curator · DITC 003 (90s Hip-Hop Mix) Lunatic - Le Crime Paie [1996] Fabe - l'impertinent [1998] Smif-N-Wessun - Wontime [1995] Mafia Underground - Pas 2 doute [1996] Smoothe Da Hustler - My Brother My Ace (Album) [1996] Absent Minded - Alright (Concrete Foundation Remix) [1995] Annexx Clique - Spot Frontin MC's (Dirty) [1996] Nas - The World Is Yours (Remix) [1994] Rakim - The Saga Begins [1996] EPMD - The Joint (Lp Version) [1997] Da Grassroots - price_of_livin [1999] Special Ed - Freaky Flow [1995] Redman - Yesh Yesh Yall [1996] Da Youngsta's - Mad Props (Remix 2) [1994] Mic Geronimo - Masta I.C. (Remix) [1996] Nas - Life's A Bitch (Main Mix) [1994] Poor Righteous Teachers - Shakiyla [1990] 2 Pac - Me Against The World (Soul Power remix) [1995] DJ Quik - Let You Havit [1995] Warren G - This D.J. [1994] Compton's Most Wanted - It's A Compton Thang [1990] E-40 - Million Dollar Spot [1996] Eightball & MJG ft. MC Breed - Sesshead Funk Junky [1994] via Blogger https://ift.tt/B32exts May 09, 2024 at 01:10PM

[millerbrick]

Task 003: Treasure

Things come and go. Items of possession are always updated, old versions discarded when new ones are supplied. Several heirloom pieces stay, but they stay because the family wants them to stay. Miller does not prize any one in particular; not the old, not the new, not the heirlooms.

And yet, there is one distinct item that he has kept with him of his own volition for a very long time. It is old, has been in his possession for over a decade. It was given to him by his father, but it is hardly an heirloom piece. Worst of all, it is broken. He does not even know why he keeps it. Frankly, to call it treasured would be sorely amiss.

The item is a watch. A very nice one, certainly, but far from the best or highest-priced in his possession. It was gifted to him when he was 11 or maybe 12, though he cannot say now if it was a birthday present, a hearth day present, or a reward for some sort of achievement. What he remembers is how it got broken.

His father was irritated, again. This time, it was because of something Miller had said, or maybe had not said, in front of some government officials visiting the quarries. Suffice to say, he had not been sharp enough, had not displayed the level of intellect or cunning that his father expected of him.

When they got home, that irritation bloomed into fury, as it often did. Miller weathered it, as he always did. His right shoulder blade received the brunt of the outburst that day, the bruise remaining tender for the weeks that follow, but his arm--and the watch he was wearing along with it--also struck the wall when he fell to the floor.

He only noticed the crack on the crystal later that night as he was taking it off. For several long seconds, he stared at the hands, as if willing them to move again, but of course they did not. It enraged him in turn. He hurled the watch against the wall, then onto the floor, then against the counter, again and again and again, until the crystal surface completely shattered, scattering tiny shards of glass across the bathroom.

Nobody noticed. Nobody could have. He had several watches, no one batted an eye at one of them taken out of rotation. Even the housekeepers that cleaned the bathroom the day after hardly saw the fragments.

But the watch remained, was in fact returned to its original velvet box. Miller even packed it along with his other things when he moved to the house in Victors' Village. It is still there now, in a drawer in his closet.

The watch is not treasured. It is not prized. It has, however, been kept close all these years, for a reason he cannot put a finger on. Perhaps it holds sentimental value, the kind that his subconscious refuses to let go of.

[hardlovemotorlove]

HLML 003 - COLOMBA

Colomba est un projet collaboratif et transdisciplinaire démarré au cours de l’année 2022 et initié par Yonas Le Bris et Eloi Petillon. Son point de départ, deux pages arrachées d’un livre de poche titré Colomba, numérotées 421 et 422.

C’est à partir de ce fragment abandonné sur un trottoir de Montreuil que Xiu Lin Hellé, artiste-graveuse, Mathieu Bonnafous, compositeur et field-recordist, Théo Fernandez et Eloi Petillon, compositeurs, ont créé ce fanzine et les deux morceaux présents sur cette cassette. Liberté totale fut laissée sur le choix des méthodes, des techniques et quant à l’utilisation ou non du texte, ses images, son propos, son origine, ses pages absentes.

Avec :

.Fanzine Xiu Lin Hellé

.Cassette Mathieu Bonnafous – Colomba Théo Fernandez & Eloi Petillon – En douce

.Mastering Théo Fernandez

.Curation Yonas Le Bris Eloi Petillon

Cassettes dupliquées par Richard Francès

Photos par Charlotte Besnard

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Cassettes : 25 exemplaires Fanzine : 25 exemplaires

[blorboazula]

100 Days of Azutara: The Fills

I copied & pasted the original list so this isn't in the original posting order. Warnings, when needed, are on the actual fills.

001. Coat

002. Heartbreak

003. Surprise

004. Night

005. Wrath

006. Homesickness

007. Scar

008. Spirit

009. Cigarettes

010. Kindness

011. Taste

012. Accent

013. Strength

014. Truth

015. Blue

016. Promise

017. Antecipation

018. Spark

019. Vacation

020. Falling

021. Voice

022. Garden

023. Shadows

024. Dance

025. Slow

026. Luck

027. Crazy

028. Wet

029. Kisses

030. Smell

031. Control

032. Trust

033. Loyalty

034. Fear

035. Home

036. Bronze

037. Awakening

038. Hips 

039. Tough

040. Air

041. Blood

042. Apologies

043. Faith 

044. Sweet

045. Lost 

046. Blush 

047. Bond 

048. Nostalgia 

049. Fast 

050. Future 

051. Pretty 

052. Ours

053. Hand 

054. Flirt 

055. Sun

056. Glass 

057. Better 

058. Whisper 

059. Cry 

060. Bless 

061. Skirt 

062. Watch 

063. Shelter

064. Peace

065. Naked 

066. Stay

067. City

068. Mask

069. Mystery 

070. Comfort 

071. Flower 

072. Connection 

073. Fragment 

074. Burn 

075. Ocean

076. Mirror 

077. Ring

078. Toy 

079. Ties 

080. Summer

081. Ghost

082. Boys

083. Night

084. Costume

085. Confession

086. Poison

087. Chains

088. Escape

089. Heart

090. Hurricane 

091. Bright

092. Kiss 

093. Mood

094. Fragile

095. Map

096. Ache

097. History

098. Temptation

099. Tense

100. Proposal

[retrogames405]

Alex Kidd - High-Tech World | SMS LongPlay [003]

Alex Kidd: High-Tech World is a platform game for Master System. The player embodies little Alex Kidd who must find eight card fragments to go and play in a brand new arcade. The game is broken down into action phases, fights in the forest against snarling ninjas, and adventure sequences where Alex has to talk to the locals to find the fragments and solve various puzzles.

[entrapdaknation]

Greylock Tapes and Connectivity

Spoiler warning for Greylock Tapes.

Content warning for descriptions of body horror and medical horror.

I’ve been enjoying some new analog horror series on YouTube recently, including White Stag Education, Vita Carnis, and Greylock Tapes. A recurring theme I’ve noticed in Greylock Tapes is that of connectivity, taken to horrific extremes. I noted this in the comments section of the most recent video, but I want to explore it here on Tumblr in more depth.

Tape 003 states that thoughtforms (tulpas) are created by people in a “heightened state of connectivity”.

Tape 007 shows conjoined twins connected at the side, seemingly at random.

Tape 008 depicts planet Theia colliding with Earth millions of years in the past. Fragments of Theia became embedded in Earth, creating a fusion of sorts from the two planets.

Tape 009 explains that the National Access Initiative was intended to foster “connectivity” across the country through the use of television, telephones, and other communications technology. It’s implied that the NAI was some kind of government spying program.

Tape 012 features a video module designed to forge connectivity between the subject’s conscious and unconscious mind, thereby facilitating the creation of thoughtforms. Tape 012 ends with Charlotte becoming fused with her dogs by the Tall Man.

Over and over, sinister forces in the Greylock universe take part in connectivity — of facets of the mind, of people, of bodies, of planets. Things that should not be connected — the conscious mind and corners of the psyche better left unexplored, people and an eavesdropping government, bodies of humans and animals, planets — are being threaded together by evil forces. We do not (yet) understand why this is taking place, only that suffering, death, and abominations result.

What force seeks to dissolve these boundaries, and why?

[steves1girlie]

Alley Fights

It was a cool fall afternoon. Jonathan and Elizabeth had been raiding the local "Hunting & Camping" store.

"What you kid's doin' with all this?" The store's cashier questioned.

"Monster hunting" Elizabeth blurts out.

"Monster hunting?" Jonathan repeats, mocking your lack of imagination.

Elizabeth turns around as she hears a noise, running over to the scene as Jonathan calls out for her.

Elizabeth stairs in horror the words : 'Elizabeth the cheating slut' written on the cinema letter board. She can hear laughing in the distance, it was familiar. Tommy H.

She storms into the alley way to see Steve Harrington,Carol,Tommy and Nicole.

"Aw, hey there, princess!' Carol giggles.

"Uh-oh! She looks upset." Tommy slurs.

Elizabeth walks over to Steve looks him dead in the eyes,then slaps him across the face.

The group of teenagers laugh.

"What is wrong with you?" Elizabeth says firmly.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? I was worried about you. I cant believe that I was actually worried about you." Steve scoffs.

"What are you talking about?" Elizabeth questions.

"I wouldn't lie if I were you. You don't want to be known as the lying slut now, do you?" Carol says with a smirk.

Jonathan catches up to you as Tommy jeers.

"You came by last night?" Elizabeth asks.

"Ding!Ding!Ding! Does she get a prize?" Carol says half sarcastic half joking.

"Look I don't know what you think you saw, but it wasn't like that." Elizabeth says.

"What, you just let him into your room to… study?" Steve says sarcastically.

"Or for another weird photo session?" Tommy laughs.

"We ar-" Elizabeth states but Steve interrupt's you.

"You are just what? Dating? Cheating behind my back? Now finish that sentence. Finish the sentence.". Elizabeth breaths heavily with rage.

"Go to hell, Elizabeth." Steve shoots.

Jonathan is pulling her back restraining her from beating the hell out of Steve. Elizabeth pulls away and says "Okay, see you later than I guess." But then throws Steve back a couple feet onto the ground. Steve lays unconsciously on the ground.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" The teenagers yell.

Elizabeth wipes her nose on her sleeve. Blood. There was a dark secret that only a few people know. And for a reason, but now two of the biggest gossip girls know a fragment of her secret.

Elizabeth just realized what she just did. Steve unconscious on the ground. The other teenagers look at her with unknowing looks.

Jonathan is pushing her by the shoulder. "Elizabeth we need to go before the cops get here!" He yells.

But it's to late. Elizabeth snap's back to reality, Tommy, Carol ,Steve and Nicole have ran away. The cop pushes her onto the car hood and handcuffs her wrists.

Elizabeth gets taken with her younger brother by the cops and ride to the police station were she will be held for a while.

Jonathan went to get ice for Elizabeth's head. Her head always throbs after using her powers. Her nose was not bleeding anymore. But her heart was. She was hurt,angry and wanted to explain herself but it won't help.

She knows that the'll take her again. She's supposedly 'dead' the lab doesn't know she's alive, using her powers or most of all with her family.

Elizabeth escaped the lab not to long ago, she was with another girl when she escaped. Her name was 011. They had a lot in common. They both rarely spoke, they both forgot about the outside. They both absolutely HATED the lab, it was always was so small in there. No room to move and play in like real kids, no cartoons before mom and dad woke up.

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Elizabeth always hated the number 3. She was scared of it. She stays inside her house on any 3rd of the month, especially if it was March. But that didn't help that her birthday was on the 3rd of November. The one day that she couldn't escape reality. Because after all she was just 003.