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[crowhop]

If you got one of those memory rocks and don't mind sharing what you saw it seems to a lot of us like it'd be helpful to have em all in the same place. So consider this that place. Share your stories if you've got one, friends.

We're trying to piece together a whole ass story here and it seems like we've got a whole lotta half asses.

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[teratophilia]

2016. i am mr. zahidi, in the library.

there's a scream. my vision goes dark, i pass out and fall to the floor. my student wakes me up. "mr. zahidi, there's an eyeball in the library," she says as i start to come to. "i'm aware," i say dismissively, pulling myself off the floor.

i look up. there's an eyeball in the library. but i get the feeling that there's something strange about it, aside from it being an eyeball that is also in the library.

"did it attack you?" the student asks.

"of course not." the details of the library go a bit fuzzy. i'm focused on the unblinking eye. "wait here, danielle, i'm going to go investigate."

i slowly go up the spiral staircase to get a closer look and notice the eyeball's pupils are dilating and constricting. it's morse code.

i go back down the stairs to fetch a book on morse code, but details are fuzzy again and the passage of time doesn't feel real.

i have the book on morse code and a notebook. i bring them back up the stairs to sit on the floor in front of the eye.

"i'm sorry, eyeball, do you think you could go a little slower? no? can you even hear me? -- oh, okay."

i observe the eye and reference my book, writing down each letter.

THE SEAM PULLS. HE IS COMING. HE BURNS. SEE HIM TO S


and, suddenly, the memory cuts off.

end scene.

[crowhop]

If I still had my phone I'd insist on recording a dramatic reenactment of this.

[teratophilia]

thank you, thank you.

OH that reminds me, i have the recording on my phone. i can pull it up on my laptop if anyone wants to see it. all the important parts are distorted, though.

[crowhop]

Who knows, maybe there's something we missed in that long tunnel of nothingness, maybe we just wanna see how fucking fine we look, can't hurt to check it out.

[teratophilia]

it's worth a watch anyway for the found footage quality.

oh and

also

the phantoms guarding the hatch? were all the previous heads of houses in 1989. the lady with big shoulder pads is healer zipporah crockett, former head of thorntrail. she still lives in elflock falls. she looked over me the night of the fire.

[crowhop]

Oh maybe she knows where Zesty Crockett is