CHIRAL: SIDE Y

Also, we need a special hidden password and apparently I'm the only cool cat who knows where its at.

An Inhabitant watches the last few messages scroll across her screen before she puts her terminal in SLEEP MODE.

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Zack: Also, we need a special hidden password and apparently I'm the only cool cat who knows where its at.
Crast Pactian: what a stroke of luck!
Levyyts: Interesting
Levyyts: Immediately will begin researching
EXA: im a cool cat,
EXA: c-c-c-ool
EXA: c-c-c-hirality
tiptopGipgop: ...augh.
tiptopGipgop: Maybe I’ll just give up on asking for straight answers.
1234567890: 175 0k49
1234567890: w311 411 f16ur3 17 0u7 3v3n7u4119

Your username is cripesalmighty.

You are a CARAPACIAN, and previous resident of DERSE. You were part of a GAME which FAILED, and you were created by a huge array of time shenanigans that ultimately imply each other in a TEMPORAL CIRCLEJERK. You believe that your knowledge of these things gives you a distinct advantage over the thousands of CARAPACIANS unaware of such things, whom are all now dead, as well as the near-infinite expanse of all CARAPACIANS in all UNIVERSE-CREATING GAMES, which statistically know an amount of things approximately equal to ‘jack shit’.

You hate knowing jack shit. Knowing jack shit is at the bottom of your priority list. Dancing around the words “CARAPACIAN” and “DERSE” to avoid feeling derivative is so rock-bottom on your priority list that it has gone through the goddamned floor.

Now, according to what you have been informed of over the last 9 months, you reside as a YELLOW-TEAM INHABITANT within a COMPOUND the size of a NICKEL, hurtling through the Void at near-light speed in an attempt to eventually reach a civilization more habitable than your now-destroyed home. However, this COMPOUND is made of ones and zeroes-- it is nothing but computer code! So, in addition to being a CARAPACIAN, previous resident of DERSE, you are also not real.

That’s fine! You have found much solace in STEPPING AWAY FROM YOUR COMPUTER AND STAYING STILL. Your friends often find other methods of distraction, such as MUSIC or GAMES or WRITING, but you have always found an especial comfort in the low hum of an empty room. And, with Crast Pactian gone to NEEDSPENSE some food, you have nobody at your door, nobody to type to, nobody to be confused with.

Your interests include THINGS THAT FEEL IRRELEVANT AT THIS MOMENT, but that you still enjoy indulging in from time to time. Those INTERESTS have items contained in your VAULT, so you will likely be reminded of them as you pull items from within that sullen infinite holding dimension.

You also have accidentally picked up a habit from your friend YUPPERS to STRATEGICALLY CAPITALIZE certain words. Goddamnit that is a really bad HABIT. It makes you look OCCASIONALLY SHOUTY.

While you are not ONLINE, you also possess a name. Not a silly username that you picked in a few seconds as soon as you WOKE UP here, but a real name, one they put on all the documents and that you wrote all official-like! As is courtesy, it is also what your 51 friends called you when speaking out loud.

What was it, again?

AUTHOR'S NOTEShow

Now that you are controlling two beings, you may preface your command with the name of each 'character' to choose where your command is being directed.

The INPUT AGGREGATOR does not care whatsoever what commands you feed into it. You are giving it inputs as YOURSELF, your REAL SELF, with all knowledge that you have as a real person, including this out-of-character author text, including things you're not supposed to see. There are no limits.

cripesalmighty, on the other hand, does not know everything! She just knows the stuff she knows, and therefore can not do omniscient special shit.