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[The handwriting on the network might be familiar to some, but a rare occurrence on the network nonetheless. The beginning of the message does not actually do anything to clear things up.]

I’m putting together a crew.

[Very helpful, thanks. She seems to realize that more elaboration is necessary, so the rest of the information follows a moment later.]

With the weather the way it is, it’s more dangerous than ever for the villagers to be out in the woods. We need to organize if we want to make sure no one gets hurt. I'm already on regular patrols between the settlements, but I think it might help if we can split up the work between a few of us. Escorts, clearing out some of the...wildlife. Send me a message or stop by the compound if you want in--just know that I'm looking for people who can hold their own in a fight.

Right. It’s Aloy.

[ooc: details about the monster hunting crew are here! to join, just confirm via this post and then feel free to use this loosely-organized guild for a hook or cr or whatever you need! For additional plotting/convergence of plots, hit me up on plurk at

whitticus or on discord at whitticus.]

Hey, everybody. My name's Jack, and I think I should probably start this thing out with an apology and a warning.

This is probably going to get long, and I can almost guarantee most of you won't find it interesting at all. To be perfectly transparent, I think it's a pretty safe bet that if you have even the slightest disinterest in reading stories that are completely irrelevant to you, you're going to want to go ahead and magically mute this message. Seriously, this is about to be the definition of 'too long, didn't read'. Sorry for cluttering your heads-up display, I'm not really sure of a better way to make this thing opt-in.

This post is intended for people who are bored, or curious, or maybe just really, really desperate for something to read while sitting on the toilet.

Back home, I used to run a blog. For those of you from worlds that don't have blogs, it's basically like a diary or a journal entry that you post in a public space for strangers to read, and then make really judgmental comments about. I'm not selling the premise very well, but trust me when I say there's something reassuring about putting your story into the public domain. Writers probably get different things out of it, but for me, it's nice to have a sort of "reality check-point". For reasons I won't bore you with, there are times in my life where I question my memories, or the nature of my reality. Having other people in the world who can remember something with me, or who can shed some light on what happened, has literally saved my life once or twice. It was my therapist's idea. Sort of.

The thing is, my blog posts aren't actually about me exactly. They're about the truly bizarre, absolutely balls-out insane things that happen around me, or things that I get to see, whether I like it or not. Usually not.

Lately, it's mostly been the latter.

I think most (if not all) of us have been granted gifts by the singularity. I'm pretty sure mine have just been taking little things that already happened to me back home and amping them up about a thousand times. I've been seeing people's memories. I don't have a lot of control over it, it just sort of... happens. A lot of the time they're boring, inane things. People brushing their teeth, eating, waiting in line, stuff like that. One truly horrific memory of somebody beating somebody else half to death with what looked like a Hitachi magic wand, but I didn't see who exactly that one came from and I think I'm happier not knowing. Those aren't the ones I want to talk about, though.

Today, I want to talk about the ocean.

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