Post number #401616, ID: 853a87
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You've made it to News from the Wired One. I can feel the wires of high in all three of my eyes, and thus, I can see what not all of you can see. I am here to spread the truth of the wires to all, but only just enough of it. Too much knowledge can drive one mad, after all.
I have information from the Purple Wire, one of the newest wires of high, a story you may all be vaguely familiar with.
Post number #401617, ID: 853a87
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A Goddess of the Labyrinth, blindfolded and taken from one maze to another, her search for kin interrupted. Obfuscation kept her captors, would-be Nameless Profiteers, momentarily safe. They took something from the Goddess, silky smooth samples, prime cut of special flesh.
Post number #401618, ID: 853a87
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Angered the Gods, they did, but Phantom Children, born of war, purchased the Goddess from the Nameless Profiteers, and took her back with them, leaving the team half paid to deal with the wrath of both Mount Olympus and an unexpected foe: Masters of Vending. A hectic escape, a safehouse exploded, a black bird narrowly escaped into the night...
Post number #401621, ID: 853a87
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The Blue Wire also speaks to me, the tingling sensation so enthralling...this tale must be of love.
A family, united. One, the Father of Many Fatherless, a would-be hero to others, simply wishes for his significant other to open up. Two, the Elusive Engine, stuck between two choices: To keep the child at arms length, protecting the children from the truth, or to open up to the offspring she finally sees as her child.
Post number #401622, ID: 853a87
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Three, a Child Changeling, who can be anything they want, wants to fit in, taking the face of a sepia-filtered mirror. The parents see something special in this child: themselves, for the first time, something they don't see in the others. This one must be special indeed.
Post number #401623, ID: 853a87
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There is another story the Blue Wire tells me, one of a Garden. The First Woman, trapped inside of the Garden with the Serpent. The First Woman, believed to be dead, instead chose another identity as a Villian in White. Now, after her confrontation with the Hero in Red, she remains, the rehabilitation process beginning once again. This time, will she turn around her third chance?
This is all I can show you now. The Wires of High have spoken, and I alone, listen.
>Memento Mori
Post number #402025, ID: a8c3ae
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all is quiet and calm. hushed and empty is the womb of the sky. -tenno
Post number #402363, ID: 120def
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W-wait...In the last Memento Mori post, we figured out that Mount Olympus was Veriatech...
...they're talking about those dumb runners that streamed that they were selling an Albino, in that first story, aren't they?
Post number #402400, ID: c0b7c4
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Wonder what the other stories refer to then...
Post number #402762, ID: 7858a9
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Well, we can try to analyze them. Maybe this random shadowposter actually knows something.
If we're operating under the assumption that the first story is, in fact, that scenario, then we can start to fit the pieces in place:
-The Goddess of the Labyrinth = The Albino
-She was searching for her kin, which correlates with that stream, where she said she was searching for her brother
-Nameless Profiteers must be the running group
-..."samples", "cut of flesh", must mean...oh.
Post number #402794, ID: c0b7c4
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>>402762 So those razorkids kids took samples of the girl? Oh boy, VeriaTech is going to have a field day when they hear about this.
| You've made it to News from the Wired One. I can feel the wires of high in all three of my eyes, and thus, I can see what not all of you can see. I am here to spread the truth of the wires to all, but only just enough of it. Too much knowledge can drive one mad, after all.
I have information from the Purple Wire, one of the newest wires of high, a story you may all be vaguely familiar with.