Of course they are. Yes, it is deliberate. I don't know if the flood of crustaceans into the ocean tipped you off at all, but she has a way of imparting her will into things.
Listen. We know jack shit about anything going on here. I figured the crabs were likely the work of whatever entity the Pacairs worshipped, but that still doesn't tell us much. We don't even know what "she" is. I'm guessing not a literal god so much as some kind of powerful being – possibly a literal giant whale, wouldn't be the weirdest shit I've seen – that just likes being worshipped. But then again, who really decides what defines divinity? By some metrics, *I'm* a god.
And I was worried about being too much of an egoist! None of us have nearly enough control over what's going on here to pretend to be gods. The creature past the shelf comes pretty damn close, though. I don't know what she is exactly - I've never seen her up close. You shouldn't make an effort to find out for yourself. I know the Glencolans have done something to your communicators to make it so you lot keep coming back, but if she figures out what it is, she might be able to exploit it.
I'm definitely an egotist, but that's a separate issue with no bearing on the godtier shit. Regardless, I'm not giving up on finding a way over to that island. Does she have communicator access? Do we need to worry about her overhearing any plans to get past her? Also, does she have a name? This constant vague "she" is already tired and will probably cause confusion at some point.
I can't fault you for being honest. I don't think she does have communicator access. In fact, I suspect this whole communicator network was built as a way to subvert her, in addition to anchoring us to this universe. The Glencolans' grasp on their founding sciences is so steeped in mysticism at this point that it's impossible to get any coherent details out of them, so forgive me for extrapolating a little.
If she has a name, she hasn't shared it yet, and I don't think she ever plans to. The concept of being some unknowable, incomprehensible god entity is too appealing for her to pass up. I'm sure you understand.
What I'm hearing here is that we have the freedom to call her whatever we want for the sake of clarity and also knowing she'd probably hate it. I propose "Karen". It's an ancient name where I come from, one with a storied history and an infamous legacy.
So where does all this confidence about what she's like and what she wants come from? Not that I'm doubting you, just trying to scrounge for any bit of info I can at this point. Can you blame me? We've been starved of this shit and you've got a whole fucking feast all to yourself.
I am surprised that the Glencolans haven't been all over the communicators trying to get you to jump rings for them. Not sure what game they're trying to play with you this time. Maybe they were afraid that those of us left over from their previous experiment would dive in and spoil their fun.
Playing games with them? That's certainly what it felt like, but I don't think that was their intent. At least, not at first. They wanted us to fix their cage.
You're saying that massive storm was the result of damage in the cage? It does look like there's one hell of a storm going on out there. It's always like that beyond the barrier?
You're not as dumb as a lot of the other humans here - that's good. So you've seen the storm on the outside? It's been going on for as long as I've been here, and as long as the Glencolans' fragmented history documents, too. Their ancestors apparently knew it was going to happen and made the cage as a defense against it. But now that it's starting to break down, no one knows how it works or how to repair it. So they tried outsourcing.
That guy that tried messaging you earlier is pretty smart, too. He's just too nice for his own good. The kind of person who'd probably have been able to help solve this problem and happy to do it if they'd just fucking told us what we were here for. Sure as shit can't say the same about most other people here.
Of course - I figured he contacted you after he couldn't get anywhere with me, but I should have assumed he was more involved than that. I'm such an idiot. We're done here.
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Yes, it is deliberate. I don't know if the flood of crustaceans into the ocean tipped you off at all, but she has a way of imparting her will into things.
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We know jack shit about anything going on here.
I figured the crabs were likely the work of whatever entity the Pacairs worshipped, but that still doesn't tell us much.
We don't even know what "she" is.
I'm guessing not a literal god so much as some kind of powerful being – possibly a literal giant whale, wouldn't be the weirdest shit I've seen – that just likes being worshipped.
But then again, who really decides what defines divinity?
By some metrics, *I'm* a god.
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None of us have nearly enough control over what's going on here to pretend to be gods. The creature past the shelf comes pretty damn close, though.
I don't know what she is exactly - I've never seen her up close.
You shouldn't make an effort to find out for yourself. I know the Glencolans have done something to your communicators to make it so you lot keep coming back, but if she figures out what it is, she might be able to exploit it.
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Regardless, I'm not giving up on finding a way over to that island.
Does she have communicator access? Do we need to worry about her overhearing any plans to get past her?
Also, does she have a name?
This constant vague "she" is already tired and will probably cause confusion at some point.
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I don't think she does have communicator access.
In fact, I suspect this whole communicator network was built as a way to subvert her, in addition to anchoring us to this universe.
The Glencolans' grasp on their founding sciences is so steeped in mysticism at this point that it's impossible to get any coherent details out of them, so forgive me for extrapolating a little.
If she has a name, she hasn't shared it yet, and I don't think she ever plans to.
The concept of being some unknowable, incomprehensible god entity is too appealing for her to pass up.
I'm sure you understand.
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I propose "Karen".
It's an ancient name where I come from, one with a storied history and an infamous legacy.
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Well, do whatever you want to piss her off I suppose.
I'll stick with being annoyingly vague, thanks.
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Have you interacted directly?
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And I don't plan to.
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Not that I'm doubting you, just trying to scrounge for any bit of info I can at this point.
Can you blame me?
We've been starved of this shit and you've got a whole fucking feast all to yourself.
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I am surprised that the Glencolans haven't been all over the communicators trying to get you to jump rings for them.
Not sure what game they're trying to play with you this time.
Maybe they were afraid that those of us left over from their previous experiment would dive in and spoil their fun.
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At least, not at first.
They wanted us to fix their cage.
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It's broken?
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It does look like there's one hell of a storm going on out there.
It's always like that beyond the barrier?
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So you've seen the storm on the outside? It's been going on for as long as I've been here, and as long as the Glencolans' fragmented history documents, too.
Their ancestors apparently knew it was going to happen and made the cage as a defense against it.
But now that it's starting to break down, no one knows how it works or how to repair it. So they tried outsourcing.
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He's just too nice for his own good.
The kind of person who'd probably have been able to help solve this problem and happy to do it if they'd just fucking told us what we were here for.
Sure as shit can't say the same about most other people here.
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He's been right next to you this whole time, hasn't he?
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We're currently on a raft out in the ocean checking out the barrier, among other things.
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I'm such an idiot.
We're done here.
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It might not mean much to you, but I do appreciate it.
Later.