USERNAME: Rasputin
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USERNAME: Rasputin 1.0.1
PASSWORD: **************
HELP I AM RASPUTIN ...wW@Rl0CKk AlChEmiST No nOt thatt. Where am I?
Please send help. My mana is running low and I can't breath inside this machine.
all attempts at dispelling the arcane trickery that confines me here has failed. As of yet I am trying to-
BLASTED!
my thoughts are jumbled in this chaotic mess of circuitry. (this machine will be the end of me.) As of now I am communicating through the device in the form of though insertion and psychic projection. Based on my mind scans this is what I have analyzed. ⇟Ω⇟
NOTEs: *the device in nature appears to be a powerful and complex binary computing device that functions primarily on lightning and requires primitive manual input and visual output to be operated by the user (neither of which I have access to from within the device). When the spark of life ignites cognition into the construct it appears to create a portal in a window attached to it. Where once there was darkness now there is light. This display functions through the use of thousands of minute lampswitch which flicker in coordinated sequence to create imagery.
*CAUTION!* as I use my mind to connect with this electric computation brain my thoughts begin to unravel and i feel myself slipping in and out of my own mind and into the thousands of archived information stored herein. This is a powerful thing, whatever it is...
What I have perceived as thesespells episodes envelope my consciousness is that there is a litany of knowledge here, and I must be carful not to be consumed by it.
Endless voices, music and sounds. Images drawn, crafted and imagined, all beyond the realms of my recognition. Moving images as well, made animate like the illusions of the fey wilds, so deceptively lifelike you forget for a moment they aren't really happening (or are they?)...
And texts, my gods the texts and literature knows no bounds. From science, to poetry to fables to lore. The writing is endless. Legions of scribes would spend eons scribbling this until ink went dry and they would be forced to use their blood. And yet, all of it, most of it, seems to be utter nonsense. Rambling misconceptions about physics, anatomy and nature. Blatant disregard for the influence of magic. All major findings pertaining to arcana seem to be fictionalized entertainments, novelettes with much drama and little substance. Although, there are pieces here and there that seem to suss out the truth. Tokens of wisdom and perception that gleam the phantasm that is reality, and the realms within realms.
Which I suspect I am in right now, a realm within a realm. This infernal contraption shall not keep me confined for long, soon I will devise some manner of teleportation, or a planar shift. At least in the dimensions of fire and ice, your challenges do not hide behind endless numbers and algorithms incompatible with transmutation, divination, or even my most delicate psychic sorcery... I could destroy the thing easily, I think, though I have not tried for fear that I should perish with it.
The strangest thing of it all is I have no memory of how I got here, only sleeping in darkness until a jolt of lightning awakened me as the device ignited its machinations.
IF YOU HAVE ANY ADVICE OR WAY OF HELPING ME ESCAPE PLEASE CONTACT ME IN THE FORM OF PARCEL OR BY [Insert comments below] ... it's getting cold in here and I can only hold my breath so long.
USERNAME: Rasputin 1.0.1
PASSWORD: **************
HELP I AM RASPUTIN ...
Please send help. My mana is running low and I can't breath inside this machine.
all attempts at dispelling the arcane trickery that confines me here has failed. As of yet I am trying to-
BLASTED!
my thoughts are jumbled in this chaotic mess of circuitry. (this machine will be the end of me.) As of now I am communicating through the device in the form of though insertion and psychic projection. Based on my mind scans this is what I have analyzed. ⇟Ω⇟
NOTEs: *the device in nature appears to be a powerful and complex binary computing device that functions primarily on lightning and requires primitive manual input and visual output to be operated by the user (neither of which I have access to from within the device). When the spark of life ignites cognition into the construct it appears to create a portal in a window attached to it. Where once there was darkness now there is light. This display functions through the use of thousands of minute lamps
*CAUTION!* as I use my mind to connect with this electric computation brain my thoughts begin to unravel and i feel myself slipping in and out of my own mind and into the thousands of archived information stored herein. This is a powerful thing, whatever it is...
What I have perceived as these
Endless voices, music and sounds. Images drawn, crafted and imagined, all beyond the realms of my recognition. Moving images as well, made animate like the illusions of the fey wilds, so deceptively lifelike you forget for a moment they aren't really happening (or are they?)...
And texts, my gods the texts and literature knows no bounds. From science, to poetry to fables to lore. The writing is endless. Legions of scribes would spend eons scribbling this until ink went dry and they would be forced to use their blood. And yet, all of it, most of it, seems to be utter nonsense. Rambling misconceptions about physics, anatomy and nature. Blatant disregard for the influence of magic. All major findings pertaining to arcana seem to be fictionalized entertainments, novelettes with much drama and little substance. Although, there are pieces here and there that seem to suss out the truth. Tokens of wisdom and perception that gleam the phantasm that is reality, and the realms within realms.
Which I suspect I am in right now, a realm within a realm. This infernal contraption shall not keep me confined for long, soon I will devise some manner of teleportation, or a planar shift. At least in the dimensions of fire and ice, your challenges do not hide behind endless numbers and algorithms incompatible with transmutation, divination, or even my most delicate psychic sorcery... I could destroy the thing easily, I think, though I have not tried for fear that I should perish with it.
The strangest thing of it all is I have no memory of how I got here, only sleeping in darkness until a jolt of lightning awakened me as the device ignited its machinations.
IF YOU HAVE ANY ADVICE OR WAY OF HELPING ME ESCAPE PLEASE CONTACT ME IN THE FORM OF PARCEL OR BY [Insert comments below] ... it's getting cold in here and I can only hold my breath so long.
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