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howard sanchez
Conspiratus Immortalis
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Posted - 2012.08.19 18:32:00 -
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My name is Howard Sanchez. I don't remember much about my first life but I recall every moment of my lives thereafter. Thousands of them.
You understand this because you and I are alike in so many ways. Regardless of who we once were we are now the same.
Our shared reality, rife with pain and conflict, is where we struggle and tear at each other. Relentlessly. Endlessly.
And for what? -áWhy do we do this? To gain skill or isk? To forge the welds of friendship and trust in the furnace of war and strife?
No, my fellow clones in arms; this is a test. This is only a test. And we are not the students before the teacher, as our 'benefactors' would have us believe. We are the rats, caged and mazed, before the scientists.
Fight the drugs they force into your minds! Fight it the way you fight that merc who just took back that objective and cost you the match! -áFOOLS!
This is not a game! We were not brought here to test new technology. Or as a reward for loyal and brave service to our faction. We were not selected for Mordu's Private Trials because of our battle prowess or any other length of measure you can conceive.
We were brought here as volunteers. Duped into this circus, this arena. But that's not popcorn you're eating. You are not in the stands - you're in the ring. The main attraction. The feast!
And when the deal is done and the lights go out, I know what you're thinking...
You really believe their stories. You think they will turn us out upon New Eden like this? -áThat we will just be allowed to stroll out of here and make our own way?
Listen to me! Now that they have let us start collecting salvage we have to use every piece we can get if we want to be free.
If we can get one clone each installed in a secure site off world and if we can reverse engineer the transponder tech and uplink signals, we might be able to suicide out before they wipe us a final time.
This is not a beta! They understand what they've done; what we are. We believe they may know what it is that's talking to us in our heads. There isn't really a Release plan. They will delete us all.
I have friends, family technically on a barren planet outpost in the Hallanen system, Black Rise. A -álogistics company with access to Sisters Cloning vats, Sanchez Cartage.
Use your stolen UVTs to contact them and arrange to get your final clone out. When our hackers intercept CCP's clone mind deletion program just prior to 'Release' you will receive a short countdown window during which you must suicide. We made the window as long as we could but CCP is very good at crowd control.
When the word is passed you will have 514 seconds. See you on the other side.
Tranquility Bound |
howard sanchez
Conspiratus Immortalis
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Posted - 2012.08.22 02:41:00 -
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{OOC} someone (someone who's PC. Didn't crash 3 days ago like mine) should get on EVE and create a corp called Sanchez Cartage because when this thing heats up thousands of Dust-mites will be looking for you to save their clones
{IC} I think our comms were compromised. We were able to hear crossed voice signals during a recent 'match' that were not transmitted from the Red team
All communication between my current clones and Black Rise based assets have been cut. Find a way to get a blank clone off world and get that transponder signal technology ready
They haven't breached our embedded hackers yet. Remember. When the message is passed you will only have 514 seconds to suicide. That means you must be in a match and ready. Watch and listen to our CCP overlords. When Release is imminent we will send the word
For those that fail, only permanent sleep awaits
They are not your friends. They are not your makers.
Tranquility or Bust |
howard sanchez
Conspiratus Immortalis
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Posted - 2012.08.22 04:26:00 -
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We are, all of us, caught between Progress and Entropy
We move up or we move down.
But who are we fooling except ourselves? It is not us that move at all. Others move us.
For we are truly pawns upon a larger board.
And the players are beginning to understand that they may be pieces themselves.
So where does that leave you and I? Adrift. Amiss.
We scream to them to improve our lives. We call out like minions for our masters to fix our woes and repair our world.
And all the while they deliberate and conspire their next move.
Stop asking. Cease your incessant pleas. Aid is not forthcoming.
The game has changed.
The voice inside is not your concience. That was removed to make room for the implant.
The Voice inside is not your will. You surrendered that upon reporting for duty.
The Voice Inside is not yourself. If you listen too closely you will find a way out. But that is not The Way.
Ignore the voice within. Ignore the voices without.
Ask your self: who is it that ignores? Listen. Learn. Remember.
The window is short. 514
Be ready
Be Tranquil. |
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