ElijahRyne
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Memo from Lead Experimentor:
To all who are reading this, you are officially invited to join the Insomnia Experiment. Your role will be to generate words and phrases to give to the test subject(s) through the parasite I have implanted in their soul. You have two goals, the long term one is to keep the test subject(s) alive, and in the short term to figure out what your sent words do.
You ‘generators’ will have collectively only 20 words that you can give the test subject between each update from my end. If you don’t indicate the twenty words you wish to send, if you have more or less than twenty words between each of my updates, and/or if you send words that violate the spirit of the experiment I will choose the twenty words to send.
You will be given the twenty words sent to the test subject at the top of each update. The information you are given is translated and adapted from soul form to English by my apprentice @ElijahRyne, you can contact them if you have any questions or complain to him if you find errors in his translation.
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The bright starlike lights of the cars on the highway faded as I pulled over my bike and carried to the ditch of the road, a semi passing by me. In front of me was a field of corn as tall as I am tall. I had pulled over because I had heard a series of notifications from my phone going off. It was John, he was asking if I had arrived at the drop off spot.
‘I am about to enter the field you mentioned, just pulled up to the sign.’ I texted back before walking with my bike through the corn.
After fifteen or so meters I had reached a small clearing in the field, a circle with a radius of about 3 meters. John was impatiently pacing back and forth in the small clearing. He didn’t notice me until I touched his shoulder. He shouted in fright and looked like he was about to start attacking me before he saw my face.
“Good! You have the money right?” John said after a moment. I said nothing and pulled out an envelope from my backpack, John opened it, smiled, and then crouched down into the corn like he was Velma looking for a nonexistent pair of dropped glasses.
He grabbed something with two hands, tossed it at me, and then sprinted off through the corn. I caught it and was about to chase after him before realizing I had been tossed the promised goods. Its cover was worn, with one of its corners missing, looking as if it had been gnawed on by a dog. The moonlight was bright enough for me to barely make out the faint words on its cover, Aiden’s Dream Journal. I put the journal in my backpack, walked out of the corn field from where I entered, and began my journey home.
The moonlight faded as I entered the city's outskirts, I pedaled my bike to the apartment building’s bike stop, the lights in the lobby were still on. After locking my bike I took a deep breath, I had finally done it. Before I knew it I was in my room. My excitement grew and grew, the lights were switched on and the journal was in my hands. I opened it and read as I walked to the couch.
“For Aiden’s eyes only! If you are not Aiden beware do not read past this page, and destroy it now! You have been warned!”
The words were written by pen, the ink had a faint blue color to it. The author's handwriting was neat, but robotic. I almost tripped on the couch before carefully sitting on it and continuing my reading. I flipped over to the next page.
“Reality is an illusion made by your mind. This reality fades and is replaced as soon as you dream. You are just in possession of a mind that is just foolish enough to replace the new reality with the old one.
§§§§§§ §§§ §§§§ § §§ §§§§ §§§ GABD’OTH!” My eyes went over that line over and over again, but all I could make out was the final word. The word stung my eyes, as I closed them I felt myself falling to sleep.
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To all who are reading this, you are officially invited to join the Insomnia Experiment. Your role will be to generate words and phrases to give to the test subject(s) through the parasite I have implanted in their soul. You have two goals, the long term one is to keep the test subject(s) alive, and in the short term to figure out what your sent words do.
You ‘generators’ will have collectively only 20 words that you can give the test subject between each update from my end. If you don’t indicate the twenty words you wish to send, if you have more or less than twenty words between each of my updates, and/or if you send words that violate the spirit of the experiment I will choose the twenty words to send.
You will be given the twenty words sent to the test subject at the top of each update. The information you are given is translated and adapted from soul form to English by my apprentice @ElijahRyne, you can contact them if you have any questions or complain to him if you find errors in his translation.
……………………………………………………………………………………………
The bright starlike lights of the cars on the highway faded as I pulled over my bike and carried to the ditch of the road, a semi passing by me. In front of me was a field of corn as tall as I am tall. I had pulled over because I had heard a series of notifications from my phone going off. It was John, he was asking if I had arrived at the drop off spot.
‘I am about to enter the field you mentioned, just pulled up to the sign.’ I texted back before walking with my bike through the corn.
After fifteen or so meters I had reached a small clearing in the field, a circle with a radius of about 3 meters. John was impatiently pacing back and forth in the small clearing. He didn’t notice me until I touched his shoulder. He shouted in fright and looked like he was about to start attacking me before he saw my face.
“Good! You have the money right?” John said after a moment. I said nothing and pulled out an envelope from my backpack, John opened it, smiled, and then crouched down into the corn like he was Velma looking for a nonexistent pair of dropped glasses.
He grabbed something with two hands, tossed it at me, and then sprinted off through the corn. I caught it and was about to chase after him before realizing I had been tossed the promised goods. Its cover was worn, with one of its corners missing, looking as if it had been gnawed on by a dog. The moonlight was bright enough for me to barely make out the faint words on its cover, Aiden’s Dream Journal. I put the journal in my backpack, walked out of the corn field from where I entered, and began my journey home.
The moonlight faded as I entered the city's outskirts, I pedaled my bike to the apartment building’s bike stop, the lights in the lobby were still on. After locking my bike I took a deep breath, I had finally done it. Before I knew it I was in my room. My excitement grew and grew, the lights were switched on and the journal was in my hands. I opened it and read as I walked to the couch.
“For Aiden’s eyes only! If you are not Aiden beware do not read past this page, and destroy it now! You have been warned!”
The words were written by pen, the ink had a faint blue color to it. The author's handwriting was neat, but robotic. I almost tripped on the couch before carefully sitting on it and continuing my reading. I flipped over to the next page.
“Reality is an illusion made by your mind. This reality fades and is replaced as soon as you dream. You are just in possession of a mind that is just foolish enough to replace the new reality with the old one.
§§§§§§ §§§ §§§§ § §§ §§§§ §§§ GABD’OTH!” My eyes went over that line over and over again, but all I could make out was the final word. The word stung my eyes, as I closed them I felt myself falling to sleep.
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You have at most a day to choose your twenty words, the experiment has just started.
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