Blame puzzle tbh

send that invite my bruddas

I'm gonna nuke the shit out of this thread.

Woah woah Tad, we just wanted to nuke the thread NOT BREAK OT

this is waaaay too high quality we are not ready for

Don't worry abraker.
I have already evacuated all denizens in the area. We have no denizen casualties.
Only the thread was blown to shreds.

You sure? My quality metre is reading the area is contaminated by high doses of valhalla
I never figured out what reaction that has with trashipitus because OT is void of any such samples

Where is the context for this

this thread is a tad too smart for me

Context: https://osu.ppy.sh/community/forums/topics/828606

abraker wrote:

You sure? My quality metre is reading the area is contaminated by high doses of valhalla
I never figured out what reaction that has with trashipitus because OT is void of any such samples

Ah well, the area will be inhabitable for sometime but I can assure you no denizens are harmed.
In fact, the nuke eradicated all trace of the trashipitus virus in the area!
And everything else as well but still...

I would say this is mission accomplished.

Tad trying to blow us up?!

i don't know but this deserves to be discussed in another page

Uhm, Tad the satellite image shows your nuke went as far as distorting the fabric of thread-post

I already told you, the effected area will need some time to recover but we're a okay!
This thread may suffer a great deal of damage but no denizens were harmed and other threads on OT are still fine.
There's no reason to panic at all!

In fact, this is a perfect opportunity for A-Breaking laboratories to study the effects of nukes on OT threads.
I look forward to your reports on the matter.

W-wait we were not even reaWe were not prepar- Hey hold on!

The nerve of that guy making mess no dime given to clean the shiup shitefkefelfuckenbitchfrickidff...

if i were a mod i'd lock this

i'd lock op

behind bars

Lock me up


daddy

Why op no drink milo

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Also low effort meme

This thread is a tad bit funny.

Or you could be more environmentally friendly and just shred my leaves one by one.



Wait.. Why am I telling you how to kill me?

Sad rose noises

Day 1

Post apocalypto

I think the OT government is lying to the citizens about the result of Tads thread nuke. Theres something- something strange going on in the wasteland. I dont know what it is, but I'm going to find out. I've asked Journal if I can borrow her Journal so I can keep a record of my investigations. I'll report back tomorrow with my findings.

i just want to watch the world freeze

i just want to see a new page

Wow Speak Of The Devil ! XD XDͤด้็้็้็้็้็้็้็็้็้็้็้็้็้็้็้็้็้็้็้็้็้็้็้็้็้็้็็็้็้͇็้็้้็้็้้็้็้้็้็้้็้็้้็้็้้็้็้้็้็้้็้็้้็้็้

zalgo like this should be a punishable offense

abraker wrote:

zalgo like this should be a punishable offense

I literally thought my computer was bricked.

I thought me monitor smoked crack

Carmlillball wrote:

Sad rose noises

don't worry rosie. so long as you drink Nestle Milo ®, i would never hurt you <3

...

the hell happened here?

tad? did you cause this...?

what in thoust fuck?

Of course I didn't cause this.
I am a law biding citizen and a peace loving person, just like anyone else.
This was only an unfortunate turn of events.

Society needs rules to be able to operate well.
Freedom without rules is chaotic.
Rules without freedom is oppressive.
That's why a society needs both.

That's why those who disobey the rules will cause danger to everyone around them.
In other words, they're a societal hazard and must be eliminated.

I simply enforced the rules and acted upon it.
It's an act of deterrence.
Now those who are foolish enough to act against the rules of society will have to think twice.

abraker wrote:

Pictured: Poor A-Breaking Laboratory personale tasked with cleaning up the mess

Ehem, the term "cleaning up" isn't really true here.
They're clearly having fun gathering the info I've provided them with.

How often do you get a chance to study a nuked thread in detail?

Post apocalypto, day 2.


I journeyed into the wasteland looking for clues.

It was mostly desolate and empty. I would say it was a painful reminder of the lives that used to be here, except there isnt anything left to remind you of that.

No, it's just all sand and dust. You cant find a damn thing there. No remains of buildings. No shattered photographs. No tire wheels.

Just soot. Monotones of grey and black.

Stepping into the wasteland - it was like walking into a veil between worlds.

No birds. No crickets. No bugs. No sounds. Just silence and black and grey particles. Maybe this bunch used to be a car. Maybe this bunch a coffee shop. Who knows? It's impossible to tell.

Not a thing for miles. Not even a speck of wildlife.

Which is what made it all the more eerie when I found a set of footprints - depressed soot against soot. A relief against the monotony- but not the kind of relief you want to see.

Big footprints.

Non-human footprints.

Now, I'm not a coward. I once asked a girl out on a date. To her face. How many OT denizens can say they've done that? Bravery is practically my middle name. Actually, my middle name is Y. Theres a Y in bravery. That makes me 1/5th brave.

But these footprints - they made me squeamish. They made me afraid.

But I have a duty to perform.

I kept going.

But that's a

FROG

Puzzle I admire your courage wandering there and all, but please put on an alphastar anti-valhalla radiation type 3 suit

Mister Royal scientist, Tad claims that the wasteland has no radioactive fallout - and the deadly virus in the area has been eliminated. Would you care to explain why I should be wearing that suit?

Post apocalypto, day 2 part 2

I continued my march into the wasteland.

Those footprints? They were everywhere.

Big. Gangly. Three-toed. I was on high alert. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins and my heart was hammering so hard I could hear the blood rushing through my ears. But I didnt stop.

Every little sound scared the hell out of me. Mostly it was just my own footsteps. I kept imagining that I was hearing something - a little shuffle here, a little croak there... everytime I imagined I had hear a sound, my body froze. I locked up. I'd wait for a few seconds, then continue my march, telling myself it was okay - just my imagination. The footprints, though - they weren't.

Then I did hear something. Blood-curdling. Like some kind of horrific cross between static and a screen door creaking as it was opened - slowly. Painfully. Agonizingly. Crreeeeaaakkkkkkkkshhh. It echoed through the wasteland.

I stood completely still.

Then I ran. I ran as far and as fast as I could away from that place. I ran, and told myself I'd never come back - prayed to whatever being might be watching, whether it was God or Zues, that I'd escape with my life. I stopped at the edge of the blast radius, drenched in sweat, and I collapsed on the ground - my lungs were burning. My legs felt like lead.

I stayed like that for a couple of minutes, then I laughed.

Why? Because I knew I had lied.

Sorry Zeus.

Im going back tomorrow. I want audio. I want video. I want proof.

Per requirement to avoid contamination you're asked to please submit a request to be escorted throughout the area. We already had one casualty and I'll be damned if you go loose in OT with the mutated Trashipitus strain.

the fact that this thread isnt locked is honestly surprising

charamaru wrote:

the fact that this thread isnt locked is honestly surprising

Are you advocating for censorship?

If this thread was locked there would be outrage. Protests. Hell, maybe even some riots in some threads.

Nobody wants that.

How is this still going tbh lmao

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH wrote:

How is this still going tbh lmao

Don't underestimate OT's ability to shitpost.

Tad Fibonacci wrote:

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH wrote:

How is this still going tbh lmao

Don't underestimate OT's ability to shitpost.

This is a most serious matter, we're talking thread distortion here.

(If presented with an opportunity, we will spam a thread full of shitposts)

Post Apocalypto, day 3.

I went back in. I've done some more research.

Turns out, the OT government wasn't exactly forthright with what had happened in the thread. I'll get to that later on. It'll be in one of my upcoming articles.


I refused the requests to submit for any sort of escort. Of course, if I did that, how would I find any of the good stuff? Ridiculous. It's obvious they just don't want me snooping around.

I was a bit concerned about some other health issues I heard - some kind of classified substance. Potential remnants of a virus.

But dammit, I wanted answers.

Backpack, check. Water, check. Rations, check. Binoculars, flashlight, camera... Anything else I thought I would need on the journey. Baseball bat? Check. At least there's something to protect myself with. Back to the wasteland. This time, I was going to go in deep. I wanted audio. I wanted video footage.

I went in. Trecked the same way I went last time. My footprints were still there - looks like there wasn't much wind blowing around.

About 10 minutes into the hike, I noticed something a few feet away. A trail of footprints next to my own. Those weren't there yesterday.

I walked over, leaned down - checked it out. The same type as before. Big. Three-toed.

Something had been following me. Or at least, my footprints. It looks like it had tracked me for a bit, then turned around and went home after a while.

My stomach did a few flips, but I stood up and kept moving. Where was home?

So I started following the set that had followed me. It wasn't long until I arrived at - and passed - the area I had gone to before.

Silence, this time. No noise. Nothing. Just me. By this time, I was on high alert again - you know the drill. Adrenaline. Fear. Heart pumping. Frightened of every little noise, most of it imagined.

5 more minutes I followed those footprints. 10.

Then I saw something. A building. I pulled out my camera. Snapped a few pictures. Then I did a little stakeout. Watched the place for a good 20 minutes - no movement. Nothing.

Why hadn't the bomb destroyed this place? And why did those freakish footprints lead to it?

So I did what any other insane person would do. I went in.

As far as I could tell, there were no cameras. Nothing else that could spot me going inside. The walls were some sort of slick metal and glinted with your classic metallic sheen in the sunlight. Probably steel, though I'm not really familiar with different types of building materials. They were also smooth and featurless. No defining traits - just a straight, imposing wall of metal. Maybe 3 stories tall. Really big, diameter wise. I'm not really sure how big - my best guess is 100 yards.

There was a door. No handle. It was hard to spot - but the footprints led to it. The only way you could see it was via thin lines creating a rectangle in the metal - just a small indentation. I would have missed it if it weren't for the footprints. I tried pushing on it - it swung right open. Didn't even creak.

Well oiled hinges.

At this point, I was terrified. There were no lights. It was pitch black inside. I wanted to turn tail and run very, very badly. But it was like something was compelling me. This feeling of needing to know.

I stood in the doorway and dug around in my pack while I could still see - grabbed a flashlight, and pulled out my bat. Then I delved in.

The walls looked much the same as the outside. No defining features or traits. Just solid, slick and silver metal. My footsteps echoed slightly on the inside, which was more than enough to make me shiver. Anything nearby would be able to hear me going in.

And it was damp. Humid, and a bit chilly. Not that the temperature stopped me from sweating like I had just ran 3 seperate marathons.

I walked slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible. Checked for possible doors. There were a lot of hallways. I decided to go straight, not trusting myself to remember the way out if I took a few turns. Besides, the dark halls were creepy.

After a few minutes of wandering around, I began to hear something - echoing through the halls.

The same sound as yesterday.

I slid myself against a wall - it made me feel safer to have my back against something solid - and stowed the flashlight in my pocket. No sense in giving myself away. I replaced the flashlight with my camera - and then I inched forward.

And I inched forward.

And I inched forward.

The sound got louder. I started recording.