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#030066

The creatures from the well.

I don’t think they’re merely dolls or monsters. I think something is wrong with the well. When I used my purification on them, I was able to extract a feeling. They were once human. It’s as if everything that made up who “they” were was ripped out of them, but this town has shown me what mindless dolls feel like before.

This is different.

I know they’re dangerous, but I’m afraid to kill any more of them. Please be careful.

[ so panicked is this message that dextera forgets to include his name, but really, by this point in time, most people should know his hex code anyway. ]

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dextera

#C1BA57 - "Religious Texts"

This is Cairngorm.

There have been a few changes to the books in the library
I was able to restore a few to their original state using some of the ink we all received
I wanted to restore some historical records, but it didn’t go as planned. I’m currently going over some logs about the daily lives of the inhabitants, but something more vague restored alongside them

It was a book about the town’s original inhabitants’ “religion” and “worship”
To be honest, my kind don’t have those things. So I’m not going to be the best at interpreting it
If it even means anything useful.
They seemed to care a lot about separation is about all I can get from it

There are probably those of you out there who know more about religion and who might understand this text more. I’ll explain the contents to you or even show the book to you - if you don’t mess with it.

By the way
Do any of you have the means to build a box the size of a head?
It’s for storing something head shaped.

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❀1; #DAA521

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#B90B3C — A Party Invitation To All!

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Ciao, Chroma.

My name is Caramia for those of you who don’t know yet. I haven’t been around these past few weeks. Out of commission, more or less. For anyone I haven’t met, another proper hello to you! If you ever need anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask me! (˵Φ ω Φ˵)

Anyway, I’m here to announce that in a handful of days (9, actually!), it will have officially been a full year since we’ve had our “positivity party”. I would like to throw it again this year, and maybe think of it more as a festival sort of thing? You are all invited, of course! In fact I encourage all of you to come! I’m hoping to make it even better than it was before!!

I would like to ask a few people for help with setting things up, if they’re willing? I have a couple of things in store this time around, and could use some extra hands. As well as more talented musicians if anyone is willing to provide us with music.

Thanks much! Let me know if you have any questions.

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#030066 - A Report

It’s been a long time. We have many new people here. My name is Dextera.

A few weeks ago, some others and I were able to defeat the powerful creature in the woods that Ryo discovered. When we kept walking after it, we found that the area beyond it was strangely calm and safe. It was a respite unlike anything I’ve ever seen that deep in the woods. We even saw one or two animals that were completely normal. If you’ve seen any of the usual animals from the woods before, you must understand how strange this is.

It was a small area, but it felt “right.”

The second update is that I recently came back from the woods again with Damian. Because the story from #FFFFFF keeps updating, I thought now was a good time to see if we could find any evidence of that man.

After a long time, and I’m sorry if we scared anyone by disappearing, we were able to find what we think were his bones, plus a locket with the picture of a beautiful man and a colorful feather inside of it.

That’s all. I hope everyone is well.

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#030066 - Defense Force, and a Question

It’s Dextera, again. I’m sorry to post something again so soon.

Guren disappeared a few days ago. He went home. He told me that Zelda was intended to take over the Defense Force, but it looks like Zelda has gone as well.

I don’t want to take it over. If there’s anyone who thinks they’d like to run it, I believe Guren’s notes still exist. Please take them.

[ even the text is dripping with despair, honestly. ]

And, I have a personal question, unrelated to the Defense Force.

What would your ideal world look like? If you could create something entirely new… what would you want in it?

( just as it says, there’s currently no one running the defense force! if anyone is really interested in taking it over, feel free to make an ooc post about it or put it up for discussion or whatever you feel is best, otherwise both zelda and guren’s players have said they’re fine with handwaving it! )

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#AED6F1

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#FFFFE0 is working on a red map, but I have blue and yellow pieces. Who else has those?

But I'm not holding on to them after we put them together! One of you can do it this time!

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#030066

It’s Dextera.

I hope everyone has recovered from the town’s most recent mystery. I had intended to make this post earlier, but I think all of us were distracted. It’s confusing, and I’m sorry if it’s hard to read as well.

My brother - Sinistra, #610B0B - and I went into the forest to try to recover the rest of the items I’d found with Guren. We were able to get the pocketwatch, but it’s broken. If anyone knows how to fix it, I would appreciate your instructions.

It does something as it is, though. It’s strange. When I hold it, it feels like nothing exists. It feels like none of us exist. It’s scary. I don’t know how else to describe it. The town feels like an illusion, and all of us even less than that. Those of you that have just arrived still feel “real,” but the people I’ve known for a long time are barely here. I'm barely here.

There are some other people who don’t feel as if they exist at all. We haven’t figured out that criteria yet. I don’t know why or how it’s like this. I’m sorry. I don’t know if the watch works for anyone but my brother and I, but I don’t want anyone else to touch it. I don’t think it’s a good idea. I’m sorry, again, but my brother or I will answer any questions you have.

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#D20000

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where do i find porn

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#136F92

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I'll keep this short and to the point has anyone ever received a direct message from #ffffff before now? you don't have to tell me what it said, but I'm asking for reference thanks

[Cool, that's not ominous or anything.]

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USER #030066 | A DISCOVERY

It’s Dextera.

Guren and I recently returned from a trip into the woods. We’re unhurt, but we weren’t without our trials. Our final encounter was with a mysterious woman who asked us each a question. I’m sorry that I can’t share the details of those questions, but they were intended to present us with a difficult, painful choice.

Even now, I’m not sure why she accepted our answers, but we were rewarded with our selection of items. Of the three things presented to us, we chose to take a journal written by one of the former residents of the town.

Without repeating everything that he wrote here, I can summarize what we found important.

1. The Town’s districts used to be much more discrete. Romance between the residents of separate districts was bound to fail, which seems to be the focus of the story being revealed to us by #FFFFFF, but the writer explains other small difficulties of trying to intermingle as well. I don’t think there were any laws in place, but the social tensions were discouraging enough.

2. The woods weren’t always the danger they seem to be to us today.

3. Even so, near the end of what’s written in the journal, the writer mentions that the colors of people around town are fading, and that he’s beginning to fear the woods in a way that he never had before. Along with the color disappearing from the people, it’s as we’ve seen in circumstances like this before. Their joy disappeared.

4. The last entry is about his best friend going missing. After that, the pages are empty.

I wanted to present this information as objectively as possible, but based on everything we saw in the woods, and the sickness that spread throughout so many of us when the Sirens attacked, I have to say this: the connections we’ve formed in this town are critical. They are our strength and our weakness. The past few weeks have been kind to us, but I’m afraid of what that could mean.

If anyone would like to see the journal, feel free to ask. That’s all.

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USER: #A30414

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Hi there.
I'll keep this short and sweet, cause I'm sure you guys hate to read as much as I do, I have a quick question for everyone: What's your blood type?

This isn't for some compatibility thing.
I mean I guess.
I'm just curious.

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#03B2F7

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Addressed to all:

Now that things have settled again after the recent incident, I want to make an offering.

As a child, and into my adult years, I underwent spiritual training on a daily basis to forge a bond with the ancient gods of my land. The purpose of this training was to unlock myself to the world, and gain its wisdom in the process. Though it was a long process, I was successful.

In times of struggle and strife, it can be difficult to figure out where one should turn. It's easy to feel abandoned, and harder to feel united, and you may question if there is any care in the grand scheme of the universe. No one person won't ask themselves if they should take their sufferings and bottle them inside, or reveal them to the world with the fear of judgment. To take hammer to the wall that shields the vulnerable heart is no easy task. Some don't want to break it. Others need help.

To insert an opinion into this, I no longer trust in the higher beings on this realm who brought us here to be of any help. They want us to restore their color, but don't care to grant us any protections in danger. So we must help ourselves, and each other, in times of disillusionment. I've come to feel very strongly about this following the sirens kidnapping.

The purpose of this posting is such: I want to offer myself to others as a spiritual guide. If you feel yourself conflicted, or feeling you have lost your path, or if you want to pray with someone beside you, then you may request me. I ask for nothing in return other than your patience and belief. More so in yourself than me.

If you have questions you may place them here. Comments and discussion into these topics are also accepted.

-Zelda

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USER: #E00707 - insert an ominous fairy tale title here

[ USER: #E00707 in this lovely color ]

so hey we never discussed how a magical hen would induce feelings of romance
like how technicolor is this bird
could you hold it up so it could be a discoball
i guess id fall shades over heels for that kind of chick
youd think thered be more magical rainbow bird weathercocks around if that were a huge thing here though
i want a magical rainbow bird weathercock
also i think the forest is against us looking for a disco bird
because the forest is antidiscobirds
which is oppression tbqh
i am being oppressed by a bunch of dickass trees
which is BULLSHIT
but also pretty much par for the course

anyway waiting for quest day and the new month to come is so oldschool
so
i am officially opening quests up for business
thats right mr f you aint the only one who can assign vagueass poetical quests with random requirements

quest fuck you forest and your disco bird oppression:
find the sacred discochick
dancing queen of only seventeen
or whatever that is in bird years
requirements: hopping dance music

quest im bored and you should all entertain me:
tell the coolkid a fairy tale of your own creation
(authors note dirk isnt the coolkid)
(some offense dirk)
requirements: the ability to string words together to form sentences

quest usually we have to fight something:
i made a scarecrow and put it up in the garden
go defeat it in honorable combat
requirements: no sense of shame

quest something something feelings quest:
hug a tree
maybe if we hug enough forest trees
the forest will stop being a little bitch about us wandering inside
requirements: touching mood music

anyway if you complete one of my clearly superior quests you can go to the garden to get a prize
were on the honor system here folks
dont take shit you dont earn
or do im not the boss of anyone

ps if anyone figures out a way to get or make more film for cameras on the regular
hmu
peace out

pps the forest thing was john and i kept getting bounced back when we went to maybe consider finding this awesome discobird
and eventually went well fine fuck you too
after like
three attempts

ppps is there an upper limit to how many postscripts you can put on something im not even sure

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ah, it seems i've lost some time
were those that were disappearing recovered safely, or are they still missing?

i also might have some interesting information
shortly before the disappearances began, i went into the forest with kaoru and mutsunokami
the path shifted around us to lead to a strange cottage, which was entirely empty save for an old woman
she offered the three of us information if we were able to answer her riddles

when asked what happened to the colors in the town, she told us this: "the color disappeared because something very important was forgotten by everyone in the Town, and therefore lost"

we also asked who or what #FFFFFF is, and she simply said that the answer is right before our eyes, "stated very clearly for all to see, if they only know what to look for"

i don't know much of what to make of it, since i only arrived recently, but perhaps those of you who have been here longer will be able to find clues in her words
unfortunately, she and the cottage disappeared as soon as she'd answered our questions, so it will likely be difficult if not impossible to find it again

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two 🦇 #F6DB2C

[ hi, it's bruce. he has this horrible color and is being nosy again. ]

Two questions.

1) Of the items received and brought back from most recent events, has anyone gained something that can be used for the whole town? Things such as seeds, bandages, medicine, etc. It might be worthwhile to throw together a resource pool if it hasn't been done so already.

2) If you could pick something at all from home that would help you get through the day here, what would it be? A type of food, clothing you prefer, your favorite flower. Things like that. If you're comfortable with sharing, I'd like to hear from you.

Thanks,

Bruce.

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USER: #FFFFFF

Please complete these quests. If you do, there may be a reward awaiting you.

Once upon a time, there lived a young man in an azure district. While his family wanted for nothing in terms of wealth, the man's heart sought one most felt was beyond his reach. His heart's desire was a poor but comely man who hailed from the crimson district, and his beauty had already drawn several suitors from that same district to his side in the hopes of claiming his heart for their own.

The young man despaired, for he knew to approach his love whilst hailing from another color would be a fruitless effort indeed. Thankfully there was another, a true friend, a young woman of the brighter, sunnier district, who was there to offer her assistance. It was then that he was told of a legend passed down through her family: in the forest dwelt a miraculous hen whose feathers shimmered with every color of the rainbow. The one who obtained the hen and brought it back would achieve true love with whomever he gifted it to. But a warning accompanied the legend. If the hen did not come willingly, or if the seeker succumbed to temptation, a terrible curse would befall them.

Determined to acquire this hen, the young man entered the forest. As he walked deeper and deeper, the path grew more and more tangled, until he came to a split in the path. One path went left, clogged with bushes and brambles. The other beckoned right, golden flowers and gleaming gem-like rocks lining it.

The leaves of the trees rustled and sighed, and he thought he heard a voice, no more than a whisper, say, "No bond strengthens from an easy path."

The young man was then reminded that he would be tested, and chose the left path. As it appeared, he faced a difficult progression, and was becoming weary and parched when he glimpsed through the trees a clear spring where the water shone like diamonds. The path continued past it, but the man paused.

Again, the trees seemed to whisper to him, "No bond strengthens from a fickle heart that cannot commit."

The young man steeled himself and continued, his legs sore and bleeding from the brambles, until he entered a clearing. There, he beheld a beautiful hen with shimmering, colorful feathers. So gladdened by the sight was he that he did not heed the warning whisper of the trees this time, merely grabbing the hen and running back through the forest with it clasped to his breast.

The hen was presented to his love, and a marriage was arranged between the two of them nigh immediately.

But the forest was displeased, and thus laid a curse upon the young man and the entire town. From that day forward, the young man began to change. He found himself unable to care for his family. He found himself unable to understand why he had wished to give his heart to another.

And as his bonds weakened and broke and he failed to make new ones, he began to forget those around him. Eventually, he was last seen walking into the forest and was never heard from again.

But the forest appeared to have crept closer to the town, and the town itself began to lose the color it had treasured for so long. More and more of the townsfolk began to succumb to the curse that the young man had unleashed, and as more of them disappeared, the forest drew closer still.

Until there was no one left and the town was silent and drab.

To this day, the town waits for someone to break the curse, to restore color and to demonstrate once more the true strength of bonds.

THE END

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#ffa0a8 | Gardens?

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Hi everyone! Hopefully this isn't too weird of a question, but my friend Riku was telling me there are some gardens in the Flavo district! What I'm curious about is whether or not anyone has been using them or trying to fix them up. If you are, how's it been going? Could I maybe help? And if not, would anyone want to help? Oh! And also, because I was able to travel home, I managed to bring back a lot of flowers and some gardening supplies thanks to my friends! I've been collecting flower pots around town to plant them, so if you need a little color in your life let me know! I'm up for trading and teaching people on how to take care of them! Thanks!! - Kairi

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USER #030066 | ON DEATH

Hello. It’s Dextera. I appreciate everyone who checked on me.

I’m sorry that this post isn’t especially happy, since I’m not trying to put a damper on the nice festival we had, but I feel as if it’s important.

There are people here who are dead, in the worlds they’ve come from. It’s not a difference in time, as others have experienced. Nor is it the same as what happened to John and Dave and I, where we were killed here and revived days later.

Somehow, this town is able to bring people back to life, even outside itself, in order for them to serve some purpose here. I assume that if they return to their worlds, they will die again, unable to sustain themselves without whatever “magic” this town is able to work.

I realize there’s nothing to be done about this. I also realize that this is a Pandora’s box of information, since the perceived impermanence of death is a source of hope and despair, as well as fear, for many.

To those who are dead, please don’t feel the need to reveal yourselves. To those who have lost those they loved, I hope that this town will give you a second chance with them.

Thank you.

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#FFCCCC

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[The boy typing this message isn't his usual ditzy, cutesy self: Eliot has gone over a month without human blood, and his grumpy personality has taken over to address the problem:]

Please don't think poorly of me for this.

I'm looking for a living human who could donate blood to me. I am starving and can't stay awake anymore.

I don't know how many people my ditzy self told "I can survive off fruit juice and animal blood," but that was a stupid lie. It has to be human blood and from a living person.

There isn't much I can offer in exchange. I have an extensive memory and can recite books from my world, both for facts and entertainment. If I'm fed, I can happily recite anything you'd like.

Thank you.