§ C:\ \system32>mkdir myhack

Access is denied.

C:\ \system32>move logon.scr myhack\logon.scr

Access is denied.

C:\\system32>copy cmd.exe logon.scr Overwrite logon.scr? (Yes/No/All): y
………. Access is denied…

[There’s a sharp click as the voice recorder comes on]

For fuc…stupid archaic systems FROM HELL!!!! I’ll find that little sod somehow.

[A fed ( Read more... )

[There’s a crack to his voice that has nothing to do with static or reception this time]

He’s gone. He was only talking to me recently…he…I promised to, my Mello, I told him I would prote…oh god.

[A small sob cut’s through too clearly]

Why? Why are we here? Why the zombies and what the fuck is this contraption on my leg for?!!! Is it going to ( Read more... )

((The recorder suddenly bursts to life with static undercut with an indecipherable panicking voice. The static and voice become more desperate and garbled before it final evens out enough to be understood))

*kaf* An-anyone? Is there anyone out there? Please…

Where? Is..t-his Nihil? *shhhh*

I’m hurt a…eed help…this *shhhhhhhz*…Matt…*szz*

[Voice Post]

*static can be heard before an out of breath voice breaks through*

Anyone thinking to check out the theatre…

Don’t, just don’t okay. It’s not fictional movies they’re showing over there, more like 3 minutes of hell.

3…shit…

*sudden burst of mad laughter*

Haha! 3 bullets to my leg…

3 minutes in my world where my heart stopped and I was dead ( Read more... )

Okay so apparently it’s not a dream, I haven’t suffered a knock on the head or I’ve gone insane and I'm living out my delusions in some loony bin. This is it! you have me convinced, this is a spooky ass town, there are living dead and most brilliant of the lot is there are ghost children running around.

So like all sane people I give you my rules ( Read more... )

 
[Voice Post]

Is this thing working?

*static*

Shit! I’ll have to fix that.

This is Uncle Tom to ground control! I seem to have found myself in some creepy ass kid’s playground. And it’s definitely seen better days.

*The swings chains can be heard groaning under his weight*

Urgh, Kids are expected to play on this thing?

*creaking metal of the ( Read more... )