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+ | ==== Facility 3 ==== | ||
+ | :{| | ||
+ | |-valign="top" | ||
+ | |<nobr>'''Page 35'''</nobr> | ||
+ | |[[Image:035.jpg|150px]] | ||
+ | |<blockquote> | ||
+ | :Salmon mouse on caper-infused crostini? | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :Is it food or art? | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :Guess it was art... | ||
+ | </blockquote> | ||
+ | |||
+ | |-valign="top" | ||
+ | |<nobr>'''Page 36'''</nobr> | ||
+ | |[[Image:036.jpg|150px]] | ||
+ | |<blockquote> | ||
+ | :Your payment is hanging in the corner. | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :Wait - where are you? | ||
+ | :Wait -- WHO are you? | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :That's one question too many -- This convo is over. | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :Leave no trace. | ||
+ | </blockquote> | ||
+ | |||
+ | |-valign="top" | ||
+ | |<nobr>'''Page 37'''</nobr> | ||
+ | |[[Image:037.jpg|150px]] | ||
+ | |<blockquote> | ||
+ | :Challenge the darkness. | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :Test the limits. | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :Always stay connected. It's done. | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :Thank you, Maxine. Your intuition is getting stronger. | ||
+ | :Now what? | ||
+ | :You'll figure it out. | ||
+ | </blockquote> | ||
+ | |||
+ | |-valign="top" | ||
+ | |<nobr>'''Page 38'''</nobr> | ||
+ | |[[Image:038.jpg|150px]] | ||
+ | |<blockquote> | ||
+ | :Your certificate of ownership, sir... Impeccable choice. | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :What's it worth? | ||
+ | :Don't worry. The finances were approved. And its worth is indescribable. | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :Hey, did that bald guy set this up? Where is he? | ||
+ | </blockquote> | ||
+ | |||
+ | |-valign="top" | ||
+ | |<nobr>'''Page 39'''</nobr> | ||
+ | |[[Image:039.jpg|150px]] | ||
+ | |<blockquote> | ||
+ | :I save humankind and this is my reward? | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :The set-up goes on... | ||
+ | </blockquote> | ||
+ | |||
+ | |-valign="top" | ||
+ | |<nobr>'''Page 40'''</nobr> | ||
+ | |[[Image:039.jpg|150px]] | ||
+ | |<blockquote> | ||
+ | :I save humankind and this is my reward? | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :The set-up goes on... | ||
+ | </blockquote> | ||
+ | |||
+ | |-valign="top" | ||
+ | |<nobr>'''Page 40'''</nobr> | ||
+ | |[[Image:040.jpg|150px]] | ||
+ | |<blockquote> | ||
+ | :Sorry about the mix-up - Max | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :Chalk it up to more weirdness. Courtesy of 'Max'. | ||
+ | </blockquote> | ||
+ | |||
+ | |-valign="top" | ||
+ | |<nobr>'''Page 41'''</nobr> | ||
+ | |[[Image:041.jpg|150px]] | ||
+ | |<blockquote> | ||
+ | :Is that what I think it is? | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :It's just the beginning... I'm afraid this has been in the works for a long time. | ||
+ | </blockquote> | ||
+ | |||
+ | |-valign="top" | ||
+ | |<nobr>'''Page 42'''</nobr> | ||
+ | |[[Image:042.jpg|150px]] | ||
+ | |<blockquote> | ||
+ | :"15 years ago." | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :Goodbye, Mommy. | ||
+ | </blockquote> | ||
+ | |||
+ | |-valign="top" | ||
+ | |<nobr>'''Page 43'''</nobr> | ||
+ | |[[Image:043.jpg|150px]] | ||
+ | |<blockquote> | ||
+ | :And Bobbi was there when it happened, the poor thing. | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :It all happened so fast. I just went downstairs for 4 minutes... when I came back she was gone. Hold on... there's another call coming through. | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :Hello? Who is this? | ||
+ | </blockquote> | ||
+ | |||
+ | |-valign="top" | ||
+ | |<nobr>'''Page 44'''</nobr> | ||
+ | |[[Image:044.jpg|150px]] | ||
+ | |<blockquote> | ||
+ | :My name is Professor Traelek. And I'm calling to inqure about on of your relatievs -- Do you have a niece named Bobbi. | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :I'm sorry but how do you know my niece? | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :I don't...But she clearly knows me. | ||
+ | </blockquote> | ||
+ | |||
+ | |-valign="top" | ||
+ | |<nobr>'''Page 45'''</nobr> | ||
+ | |[[Image:045.jpg|150px]] | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |-valign="top" | ||
+ | |<nobr>'''Page 46'''</nobr> | ||
+ | |[[Image:046.jpg|150px]] | ||
+ | |<blockquote> | ||
+ | :"The next day. " | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :You sure you're on the right bus, lady? | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :Don't make me hurt you, tough guy -- I'm on the right bus. | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :''But, what am I doing here?'' | ||
+ | </blockquote> | ||
+ | |||
+ | |-valign="top" | ||
+ | |<nobr>'''Page 47'''</nobr> | ||
+ | |[[Image:047.jpg|150px]] | ||
+ | |<blockquote> | ||
+ | :Oh no. | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :There's a knock in the engine -- It's jeopardizing the fuel line! | ||
+ | :Is this some kind of collegiate prank? | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :I'm afraid not... Our lives are in imminent danger. | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :We have to get off this bus... | ||
+ | :<br> | ||
+ | :NOW!!! | ||
+ | </blockquote> | ||
+ | |||
+ | |-valign="top" | ||
+ | |<nobr>'''Page 48'''</nobr> | ||
+ | |[[Image:048.jpg|150px]] | ||
+ | |||
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Revision as of 06:02, 11 September 2011
Log files
- Located on each user's Survivalcode profile
- The following logs are grouped into 'chapters'. Initially, the first was labeled "Facility 01" on the profile page, but was quickly renamed to "Prelude".
Prelude
Page 1 - The paradox of being.
- Behold the universe. Explosions, collisions, ignition on a massive scale - volatility amplified, and yet these chaotic reactions foster life as we know it.
- It's hard to imagine how serenity and destruction co-exist in such harmony.
Page 2 - We've sloughed off the primordial ooze and traded it for suits and ties. But if we don't play our cards right, extinction looms large.
- Advancement is a messy business, but necessary.
- We could very easily slip back into nothingness.
- [the Traelek Institute...]
- But you know plenty about the subject - after all, you're the most advanced of your kind.
- We all have the capacity for heightened sensory perception. It's not voodoo or conjecture: it's a skill.
- Seen: Professor Traelek
Page 3 - It will take an adventurous spirit to transcend the standard avenues of interpretation and imagination...
- A boundless heroism mixed with curiosity that drives you to fascinating parts unknown.
Page 4 - The circuitry of the brain forms a curious path.
- Every synapse is a locked door, challenging you to delve deeper.
Notes:
- the numbers 147 356 12 12 are visible on protruding platforms in this panel
- there appears to be a pattern on the grid-like objects in the upper left
Page 5 - It carves a swath through the physical world...
- Allowing your body, mind and soul to explore this reality with every new sensation you experience.
Facility 01
Page 6 - You have honed your innate propensity for HSP to brilliant new levels. That's why you're here
- Welcome to orientation. I'm Professor Traelek.
- The senses are more than just eyes, easrs and tasebuds... They're our connection to humanity.
- Seen: Professor Traelek
Page 7 - Cherish them, nurture them. They might just be our salvation.
- You must excuse me - I have to attend to a pressing matter.
- Class dismissed.
- Seen: Professor Traelek, woman
Page 8 - He's close.
- Seen: Professor Traelek
Page 9 - 15 years ago...
- When you walked into the room...
- Did you notice the color of the pyramid on the back shelf?
- Blue.
- And it's next to a yellow sphere, a red cube, and a stack of old copies of biophysics monthly.
- And how many fingers am I holding up?
- That's not how it works. I'm a lip reader, not a mind reader.
- Seen: Professor Traelek, Bobbi
Page 10 - I think I just see more than others.
- You are definitely more observant than most - great job.
- Someone's coming... and she's wearing a whole lot of perfume - rose water.
- Professor, who is this new student? And why don't I have any transfer paperwork?
- No paperwork, just drawings. Bobbi is the definition of a highly sensitive person. Nice perfume, by the way.
- Seen: Professor Traelek, Bobbi, woman
Page 11 - Sound waves can elicit a wide range of responses in the human test subject.
- Love, fear, bewilderment - or, in the ideal case...
- ...pure sensory bliss
Page 12 - It's working.
- It better work.
- Our world depends on it...
Notes:
- The numbers 87 29 54 68 are visible on this panel
Page 13 - Note: Phone number 888-262-7417 is visible. Calling reveals this message:
- Have you seen my dog? He answers to Scruff McGee and he's really friendly and he's the only friend I have since I moved to the institute, except for Bobbi, who's really nice, but she's new and Scruffy's been my friend for 3 and a half years. Mr Traelek is nice enough to let me keep him in my room. So please, let me know if you've seen my dog, Scruff McGee."
- Seen: Bobbi, E
Page 14 - What's wrong, E?
- I can't find scruff. He's all I've got since I came to this school
- What am I going to do?
- Follow me. I'm good at finding stuff.
- Is something the matter, Bobbi?
- Your dog... He's barking.
- Seen: Bobbi, E
Page 15 - But. I don't hear anything.
- Hey, that's my line.
- This way!
- No way...
- ...we can't go inside that creepy nightmare of a...
- Bobbi? Bobbi!?!?
- Seen: Bobbi, E
Page 16 - Come, back!
- This can't be good.
- Seen: Bobbi, E
Page 17 - C-R-R-A-A-A-A-A-C-C-K!
- Seen: Bobbi
Page 18 - I won't be sacred - my friend needs me.
- There's a danger in there...
- I can feel it.