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Re: REPORT 1 UPDATE 1 [1.3]
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| 20 Jul 2013 02:54 PM |
Source found: 18/7/13 Threat Notified: 20/7/13 ~T Information sources: F T+ Mission start: 20/7/13 Name: Gât Biter Incursiune Group: Gat Biter Leader: Gat Commencing Agent: T Agents: T, D, N/A(W) [INFORMATION GATHERED AS OF 20/7/13] -Creation to 6000 -three days -1000-6000 -2 days -Ads- 1 million tix minimum -One ad shows a 'cowardly' LS soldier running. -Gat is an alt. -Zamson -fund? -Funding? Collective? -'Former and current super clan leader' -scammed for fort -Reports of high skill -unreliable -'Bringing stakes to wars' -exploiting? -'Taking down superclans' -The Horde is the main military and academic institution run by experienced vampires and the Dominus himself. Here, the best and made better. For entrance into the Order, the most elite group on ROBLOX, one must serve in the military and pass the Academy. -Aim to become similar to groups such as VAK/TGI, but better (-doubtful?) -Slowly reveal their nature. -HRs apparently answer questions all in the same way -Obviously long term planning has been involved between these HRs. -He claims to be a current superclan owner. Perhaps his real account is running this superclan, and this is his alt, and also perhaps these other HRs have come with him from his 'superclan' to form this. He must have planned this with them for a long time. -Very themed clan. Skyrim? -Division called Allegiance of Powers. -CoS/Unity? -were they waiting for this moment? -my join date is August 17th, 2008. -Drakal order is the group you train for: The Drakul Order. While we're still in development, please stand by. -Slow development of clan. Does not seem random, it is constant. -Some leaders are Ex-VAK. Want to get back at them? [END OF INFO]
[CONCLUSION] Long term planning of Clan. Very powerful, probably experienced HRs/owner. Slow reveal of true nature: riddles/hints. Possible exploiting to shut down clans, scammed for fort. Huge funding. Plan to be an elite group like VAK/TGI. Plan to defeat or even take down super clans. Threatening heat fighters, possibly other clans. Leader is an alt. VERY active. Skilled HRs.
[MISSION] Search. Find out everything. Research by looking down HR lines to see if they know who the owner of the leader alt. Research by constantly checking and noting on the group. Report here using alts. Find out from the inside. Destroy. Non-confirmed. Search, and look for the closet's skeletons. If there are many, take further action.
Updates below and on wall. Use this as an information source. Post new information gathered below. Information will be collected for next report. ~T |
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| 20 Jul 2013 04:45 PM |
JC raid. Kicked all raiders at GatBiter's own fort Went to JC Etheese gets under kdr 1 JC try to shut down server. Seems Gat Biter exploited to disable JC's admin. Possible exploiters: Inconcise, BMAN110. May not be, will need further evidence. JC Rage quit so under the limit. We return to Gatbiter fort. 300k tix spent on FR ad. Result. GATBITER claimed autowin basically for the JC quitting, no wonder they are winning 5-0. JC is obviously being targetted. GATBITER [GB] are very active. HRs are not as skilled as once thought. |
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| 20 Jul 2013 04:46 PM |
Wrong forum. Belongs in C&G or About Me. |
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| 21 Jul 2013 03:03 AM |
| We're trying to make sure no one sees this, so we make it in an inactive content area so no one sees. |
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| 21 Jul 2013 03:06 AM |
Inactive content area, how absurd!
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| 23 Jul 2013 11:41 AM |
23/7/13 Gat Biter claim to have defeated JC. Their new ad shows them attacking JC rather than Lortex. Another new ad says 'Predator or Prey' They seem to have activated another ad bomb just now. |
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| 23 Jul 2013 11:44 AM |
"We're trying to make sure no one sees this, so we make it in an inactive content area so no one sees."
Wow. That was just...Offensive. Jesus.
You guys suck. |
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| 23 Jul 2013 11:45 AM |
| Like, just infinitely suck. Hey by the way, Tom Cruise. |
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| 23 Jul 2013 11:46 AM |
| I...Guess I'll just...Post all my stuff on here. Might give it SOME use. |
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| 23 Jul 2013 11:46 AM |
The afterlife isn't so bad.
Now, it may sound like the afterlife is an exciting thing, and if it does then I'm sorry, as I've planted the wrong idea in your head. Picture this: You die. That's the shocking first step to getting here in the first place. I barely remember my own death; my life really doesn't matter compared to the copious amount of years I've spent in my death.
As far as I know, transportation to the afterlife is a sudden thing. All I remember is some stupid dare, a bridge, a few drinks, and a long fall. Then, with no momentum, no warning, no blackness, no flash, not even enough time to blink, I was in a completely white room. Alone. You could imagine my confusion.
It was all so sudden! Getting my bearings was the hardest part. Where was I? Had I been kidnapped? That's what I thought at first. You don't end up alone in a room unless you're kidnapped. But then again, I hadn't felt tired at all or dizzy. There wasn't an exit either. I certainly checked a few dozen times. Per minute. For six hours. I even tried calling out as if some invisible force were there, stupid enough to let out someone that it had just kidnapped.
It occurred to me that I wasn't tired at all, nor was I hungry or thirsty. My confusion cleared after a few weeks of feeling just the same as when I died.
I realized I was dead.
It was stuck in the back of my mind for a few days. A dancing, teasing suspicion. No, not a suspicion. I knew it, and I knew it well, but my mind couldn't handle something so... irrational. "Death?" I thought. "This can't be death! Death isn't some white room!" I figured for a couple days that it had to be some government experiment. Hell, after a few more weeks, I was willing to think it was an alien abduction.
It couldn't continue. I was kidding myself and I knew it more with each passing day. The truth is never a gentle mistress. She teases, leaves you to the weak lies you try to convince yourself with, and just when you think you're safe, she tears them down one by one as some kind of cruel game.
I couldn't take it. For weeks, I pounded on the hard stone-like walls as if it would do anything to help, screaming as if some would listen. "This is it? This is death? I've wasted my life preparing for you, and this is what what you give me!? Listen to me!"
One day, I stopped. Just slowed down my rage. It clearly wasn't doing anything. I just slumped down, leaned back, and sat. I would have slept for years if I could. I didn't bother to mourn myself. I was alone, and that was that. That was the truth.
After a month or so, I began to think about things. Anything, really. It started small: the reason for being where I was. Perhaps a dying dream? Was this just a blank template for everyone to go? Eventually, my mind jumped, and I thought about other things.
This continued for years. A few thousand, in fact. The definition of true happiness, humankind's role in the universe, the meaning of life...
It doesn't matter what I thought about after the meaning of life. The question occurred a lot in my thoughts, and eventually, after a few thousand years, a tiny thought came into the very back of my mind:
"There is none."
I found myself immediately in a hazy brown meadow, sunny and warm. I didn't react. I hadn't felt emotions in years, and now wasn't the time to start.
I figured that something important would happen if I elaborated on my thought. I repeated myself out loud.
"There is none."
Life is random.
I shot up into the sky. Maybe if I think more. Maybe if I think something specific.
All species of the universe, including humans, are merely there to exist for a few thousand years until the universe itself eventually dies after trillions. Sentient beings try to find a purpose merely to convince themselves--
And just like that, I could see everything.
It's a hard thing to explain. I simply saw the universe and knew everything in it. I could hear, too. Voices in my head. Asking for things.
Prayers, I thought. Annoying. I tuned them out.
For a few days I interacted with Earth. Why not? It was the place I had the most experience in.
I started by making people happy. For just a second, everyone on the planet was happy because of me. No physical changes, but everyone just had that warm feeling I didn't remember. This required effort, a feeling I wasn't even all that familiar with as a living being, to maintain. I couldn't keep them happy. It was too difficult.
So I killed a country.
Or at least, I started to. A far, far higher death rate in a city in a country that seems like it was only created a thousand years ago. Halfway through their deaths, however, I thought: Why? Give them a mere hundred years and they'll repopulate. Plus, this required effort. It all traced back to meaning of life. Or, well, lack thereof.
So I watched. Bored.
When I wanted to die the most, I became God. |
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| 23 Jul 2013 11:47 AM |
It was discovered that the Earth was slowly heading into the Sun. Earth had around ten years before it was decimated, and 7 years before it was too hot to sustain life.
The first news of this caused, as you can imagine, mass panic and denial until a few months later saw the sun being much larger than it should have been. There was no denying the inevitable doom now; the human race was going to end.
The richest countries' governments tried its best to hold civilization together while they got top scientists on the job to find some sort of solution or, at the very least, a delay. The first solution, space travel, was obvious. However, it was also too time consuming. They were grounded on Earth, so the only thing that anyone could even hope to do was delay death. Of course, the public wasn't informed of this, or humanity would close in on itself before the sun did! No, on the outside, people were told that escape pods would be created before the sun killed anyone. This was a lie. Most people knew it.
Rather, the scientists tried something else: simulation pods capable of erasing a person's memory and putting them into a fantasy world, shared by multiple people through the connection of the pods. Time restraints didn't allow them to make the world perfect. Only the same. You know the first testers as Adam and Eve.
Of course, this wasn't efficient. They needed to make the life seem longer than it actually was in the new universe that the scientists had created, to make an extremely accelerated simulation of an entire life go in slow motion. By the end of several years of frantic testing and updating, a whole simulated life was 10 seconds (about a decade per second) and the "universe" was finished. With a year to spare, the scientists rushed to get as many people into pods as possible. Every 8 seconds deprived someone of another life!
Mass manufacturing didn't go well, however, and was slow due to the chaotic nature of a race with a year left to live. There was a month left by the time that the few survivors of the mass chaos (200,000 or so) were all in a pod. Of course, the nature of reproduction would mean that in so many generations, there would be more than 200,000 people. Those were accounted for, and the unfilled bodies were simply filled with AI.
I'm the only one left as the Sun grows closer. Someone had to maintain the simulation, and naturally, that was me. They began calling me God a little while ago. Just for fun, I planted a few images of the predicted future based on the behavior patterns of the AI into some of the dreams of the pods' inhabitants.
People were marked as waking up when their pod was lit brightly. I've developed a good reaction for it.
When you see a bright light flashing before your eyes when you're about to die, don't worry.
You'll be born again shortly. |
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| 23 Jul 2013 11:48 AM |
Week 5
I can't go outside. I won't let myself. There are...things out there.
To start at the beginning, I woke up in the morning one day and looked out the window to find that the streets were littered with puddles of blood. There were people standing out there, however. They weren't normal people, though. More like rabid humans. Unable to think, as if they had no higher brain functions. Hell, maybe they don't.
They're starving, down to where their skin was all gray and flaky, more like something to thinly cover the bones so that these poor people wouldn't be shambling skeletons. They're either losing hair or they don't have any. They keep circling around, trying to find something, anything to feed on. That includes humans. Altogether, they're unstoppable; everybody who has left their house to stand up to them was surrounded and eaten until nothing was left. Any weapons that were taken were eaten, too. Usually, they all have to divide the food among each other. Seeing as how there are dozens upon dozens, though, this typically means that they are lucky to eat anything bigger than a strawberry every week.
Occasionally, one of those savages tries to take all of a human body for itself. The rest all gang up and eat it as a side with the main course. It's...disturbing, to say the least.
I don't know where they've come from or how to stop them.
I don't know much about them. The power was out the whole time, so I couldn't do any research. I suppose that means that whatever this is, it's widespread.
I do know, however, that they refuse to go indoors. Even if you leave all the doors and windows open and stand a few inches from the open doorway, the most they'll do is stare at you. Maybe drool a little.
Luckily, I've had plenty of food and water stockpiled in case of emergency. I'm a bit of a conspiracy theorist. If you want to laugh at me, well...You aren't really justified in it anymore.
Week 20
I've finally run out of food 8 weeks ago. Not just the stockpiled food, but leather and anything else edible in my house. I ran out of the stockpiled food in 10 weeks.
I'm just tired of it, you know? The constant, seething hunger as those things outside get to tear apart anything that's edible. Meanwhile, I'm stuck here in my house with nothing at all to eat. I've grown to hate it inside. Started to develop claustrophobia, I know it. Do you know how brutal the effects of starvation are? I'm losing my hair, first off, and my skin is getting all gray and flaky. I don't even have enough fat left to prevent the most basic pain. I leaned against the wall the other day, and you know what happened? I got a bruise. I got a bruise from leaning against a wall!
I won't die, either. The hunger and the thirst just won't spare me. Every day it gets worse, gnawing at me, but I remain alive. I should have died of dehydration weeks ago. Come to think of it, I should have starved to death already, too. You can even see my bones visibly through my skin, for Christ's sake! I can feel myself getting dumber, too. More savage.
I bet that there's food outside. I'll take anything at this point.
I can't stay inside. I won't let myself. There are...Allies out there. |
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| 23 Jul 2013 11:49 AM |
I've walked many roads.
The dust has filled my coat rapidly enough that until my final road is traveled, trying to wash it off is pointless. I've been shot, stabbed, and burned, poisoned, exploded, torn, cut, and beaten---sometimes all at once. The tips of my ears are now mutilated by harsh wind and the shrill cries of those stolen by it, and the tips of my fingertips have held the ashes of once great communities laid waste to by the nature of war. I've survived long enough to see my loved ones die in my arms, to hear their warm heartbeats grow silent and release them from this plane of existence into another that I've long since given up on. Several spots where my bones used to be are now held by prosthetic replacements. My gun is nearly broken and hasn't been cleaned in a decade. My knife is now a blunt stick made of iron. I grow tired. I don't want to keep fighting and I've never known a life where I haven't.
I've walked many roads, friend, but the only one left is the one leading home.
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| 23 Jul 2013 11:50 AM |
A long, long time ago, time had begun. This event was not well received by general audiences, and thus did not raise enough funding for a sequel. Therefore, in yet another effect of its bankruptcy, time stopped.
It couldn't do this on its own, of course. The whole operation was all screwed up by a particularly angry member of the cast who was rather fond of conducting experiments, hence the name "mad scientist." The actor could also be stark raving insane depending on what country you're from, but the insane scientists are often quite calm aside from the occasional evil laugh and the angry ones are capable of making level-headed decisions (or would be, if they weren't so blinded by rage all the time,) and the two often take offense to being grouped with the other.
The name of this specific mad scientist didn't really matter, though. You know how mad scientists are, always showing up at one point and it's only a matter of time before one of them just can't stand the phrase "matter of time" and decides the world would be much better off if the idea was dropped altogether.
So when does time stop being timed? Philosophers have thought about this for ages, constantly trying to find a solution to it but always just scratching their head in the end of it all. So anyway, the answer is last Wednesday. Last Wednesday, on a chilly yet bright April day sometime around 13 o' clock, a doomsday device was directed directly at time, making a direct hit in every direction thus directing time's current away, an event now know in every dialect.
This ensured the end of the franchise, causing audiences to cheer across the globe. |
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| 23 Jul 2013 11:51 AM |
Death stared emptily at the center of his cold throne room. There was a disturbance in Hell that day, which meant someone probably found a portal in the bathroom at that empty bar somewhere in rural Idaho. To be fair, it used to be a church, which would be more profound and deliciously ironic if only humans didn't have their way of constantly screwing with things like this and there's a point where Death has to just give up, send someone to bribe the demolitionists and the architects to ignore the portal, and turn the drunks away with something along the lines of "wake up from this awful dream. You are not in Kansas anymore."
There is occasionally an actual visitor who manages to track the portal down, often resulting in your average "souls for talent" exchange. This one, though...Young man, name... Marcus Ryan. He looked like some mixture between angry and unimpressed.
"What," Death whispered across the room, "you've never seen a throne room before?"
No, Marcus thought, he had never seen a throne room before. But this wasn't exactly your average throne room, what with the lack of a throne. It was more of a large room, rather cold for Hell, with a few cobwebs and a wooden chair under a tilted lightbulb connected to a string for Death to sit. The room was made of some strange black stone, too, and Marcus had just noticed the lack of a door or a window anywhere. In short, if this was a throne room, Marcus would hate to see an average house in Hell.
"Well?" Death whispered in an 'I'm getting too old for this' tone. "It's not your time yet. Turn back or make a deal, but you cannot simply chat. That's not how a visit to Death works."
"Wait, you're the one making deals? I thought it was-"
"Only with people who either play the fiddle or were famous beforehand. I do the smaller deals." Death said robotically like this was the thousandth time he'd been asked, which may not have been too far off. "Now, this was pleasant, but I'd appreciate it if you'd just-"
"No, wait, I'm here for a reason!" Marcus exclaimed before Death lift his hand. "You took my father too early."
"No I didn't. Now, please-"
"He was healthy! Not a single problem, he couldn't have just had a heart attack out of nowhere!"
"You're the fifth person to tell me that in those exact words in the last hour alone. Get off my law-"
"I'll...I'll fight you for him!"
Death metaphorically raised his eyebrow. "...Fight? You, a human, fight Death?"
"Er...Well, not...Not in hand to hand or..."
"Either you're a fool or you're just desperate. I'll tell you what: I like you for some reason. I quite like fools in general, actually, but I do see them often. Never mind, that's beside the point. But I like you, so instead of squishing you like a bug, I'm going to sit here."
"What?" Asked Marcus flatly.
"You didn't let me finish." Said Death in exasperation.
"Oh."
"I'm going to sit here and let you figure out an age old question by yourself: How do you kill Death?"
Marcus reflected on this briefly, and being an idiot, his first action was to draw his father's gun and shoot Death. Death was not amused.
"You come to my realm to insult me with knives and bullets!?"
Marcus frowned, as most people would in this situation. He hesitantly began to step forward.
"I don't bite," reacted a bored-looking Death.
Marcus nodded nervously and turned off the lightbulb above Death's chair. He waited for a moment, but nothing happened. Marcus turned the light back on. Death didn't even move an inch.
Marcus looked around the room for anything else he might use, but turned up clueless. After a few minutes of scratching his own head, Marcus had an unexpected stroke of brilliance.
He took the crown off of Death's head. Death allowed him.
He took the scythe from Death's hand. Death allowed him.
He put his hands on Death's cloak. Death swatted his hand away and called Marcus an idiot.
Marcus put the crown on his head, and swung the scythe into Death's skull.
The skeleton in the chair slowly morphed back into the rotting, shriveled out husk of an old man's corpse. The corpse-- or rather, the soul, in an odd case like this one--- started to raise off the ground. It smirked. "FREEDOM! FREEDOM AT LAST!" It cried.
"What?" Marcus asked, as every stitch of his clothing was replaced by a dark cloak and a hood, missing spots being filled in. "I don't understand!" Marcus' voice became a harshed, chilled whisper.
"Neither did I," said the soul as it began its ascension to where it belonged after so many thousands of years, "when I killed Death."
"I did what you ask," Death cried. "I killed you! I killed you!"
"You don't kill Death, fool," explained the freed soul. "You wait for it to trap you." |
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| 23 Jul 2013 11:55 AM |
| I am drowning in deepness from your last story. |
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| 23 Jul 2013 12:04 PM |
why
it sprouted from one hour of boredom late at night |
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| 23 Jul 2013 12:05 PM |
you know what, never mind, don't answer that
i'm awesome |
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| 27 Jul 2013 01:08 PM |
I have gained access to the group on a seperate alt. Gaining Neophyte rank and entering their circles. I notice they are on constant raid. Added note a few days ago Gat was banned from roblox, back now, perhaps for exploitation? I'll find out more.
~M |
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| 27 Jul 2013 01:14 PM |
Tom Cruise
"Fire is the leading cause of fire." - Dr. Doofenshmirtz |
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| 27 Jul 2013 01:16 PM |
you know, someone could always just repost this in C&G.
"Sir, w-w-we need 50% of the 99% a-and the support o-of at least 1% of the 1% if you're gonna have 42% of the 100% to get 50%." |
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| 27 Jul 2013 01:17 PM |
| I wonder if OP has Battletoads? |
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| 27 Jul 2013 01:19 PM |
| You guys are lower than Colin Farrell...just repost your stuff on C&G like CruelLlama suggested and don't assume that RP is inactive....That would be Movies/TV/Books. |
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| 27 Jul 2013 01:23 PM |
FG and M/TV/B are more inactive than us
"Fire is the leading cause of fire." - Dr. Doofenshmirtz |
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