GAMMA SIGMA

System update status | Performing self-check before performing System update [ REQUESTED BY  the.Fourth_ALL on AUG_1█_2███]. THE CURRENT SYSTEM VERSION IS 10.33.3. System Message - High Priority | PLEASE WAIT FOR THE SYSTEM TO COMPLETE A FULL SELF-CHECK; THIS INCLUDES CHECKING ALL KNOWN UNIVERSES AND TIMELINES, ACCESSIBLE DIMENSIONS AND POCKET DIMENSIONS FOR CORRUPTION, REALITY RENDERING ERRORS, TIME/SPACE DESYNC, AND OTHER INCORRECT UNIVERSAL BEHAVIORS OF REALITY-BUILDING ELEMENTS. THIS MAY TAKE A FEW COSMIC SECONDS... Comments | FINE . JUST PLEASE BE QUICK? ALSO, PLEASE SIMPLIFY THE LOG TRANSCRIPT FOR THIS SESSION , OR YOU CAN FORGET ABOUT THAT SUPER COOL SHINY SSD (v 9.9) I PROMISED , I REALLY HAVE NO TIME TO SORT THROUGH A WALL OF RAW CODE TOMORROW, ASSUMING "TOMORROW" EVEN HAPPENS . I HAVEN'T EXACTLY USED THIS VERSION OF THE SYSTEM YET , AND OTHER THAN THAT, I HAVE A FEW CONCERNS I'D LIKE TO ADDRESS ONCE THIS IS DONE... ~4 System Message - Normal | Reques

There's a place here, in this toxic wasteland of a timeline - a strange, liminal space in town - called " Rooby's ". You'd think it's supposed to be called "Ruby's" or something, but we'll get to that. I swear I've never been here before, but my subconscious makes no such promises. What a deeply unsettling feeling to have about a restaurant... That said, as ███████, █████, and I approached it, we got the vibes of one of those "retro restaurant" places you can sometimes see in human movies, with a few interesting differences. It even had a flickering neon sign outside.   The inside was even more like a retro restaurant... Black -and- white checkerboard tile floors. Red , circular-seat bar stools. All tables and seats are located by the windows, and the seats are those couches with a white stripe in the middle. One of the tables is on f ir e , and nobody is alarmed by this .  Even if it's daytime outside, once you enter th

I've discovered something rather interesting, something concerning , something that previously had not been recorded in detail . It's something I've decided to call RED MANIA - a temporary, yet, long-lasting condition that isn't actual corruption, but is caused by exposure to corruption. It seems to have different symptoms from entity to entity, but they can include any of the following... Repeatedly seeing nightmares that involve your worst fears/experiences. Attempts to destroy one's self in any way (not necessarily with death in mind) . Feeling the smell of brimstone , which is followed by an intense "manic episode" . Noticing changes in your appearance that nobody else notices (your hair might look like a different color to you, but not to anybody else; these oddities in appearance cannot be captured by a regular camera) . Waking up with various injuries that you know you couldn't cause yourself. Sleep paralysis , without previous history of

File Data Title | EMERGENCY ANNOUNCEMENT #████ Timeline | [ DATA CORRUPTED OR OTHERWISE UNAVAILABLE ] Date | 2█ / 10 / 2███ @ ██ : ██  Comments | Red Mania is only a temporary form of corruption. Minimal exposure to Gamma rays counteracts the Mania. Having an old CRT monitor helps. Now, to figure out if there's a way to deal with more permanent forms of corruption... -1 || CHOKE ON MY COSMIC DICK , YOU RUSTY PILE OF SH --//-- ~4 [ ATTENTION ]   If you are receiving this message, it refers to you and your Universe/Timeline . Please, do NOT disregard or delete this message . Your health, safety, and life may be at risk. THIS IS NOT A TEST. THERE MAY BE TRACE AMOUNTS OF CORRUPTION PRESENT IN YOUR LOCATION...   To prevent potential spread of corrupted matter or energy, your Universe/Timeline must be isolated immediately for inspection. No lifeforms are to enter/exit your Universe/Timeline until inspection is complete and your Universe/Timeline is deemed as SAFE FOR LIFEFOR

A NEW UNIVERSE IS IN THE MAKING.    THIS WILL TAKE A LONG TIME TO FINISH, AND I'M NOT REALLY OVER THE FACT THAT I HAD TO START MAKING NEW PLANETS, GALAXIES, AND BILLIONS OF LIFE FORMS, ALL FROM SCRATCH . BELIEVE IT OR NOT, IT'S BEEN FUCKING ME UP QUITE A BIT. REALLY JUST ADDING MORE TO MY DEPRESSION . TOO BAD THAT SPACE DEITIES DON'T GET TO HAVE THERAPISTS YET.   SO LIKE, IMAGINE YOU'RE A PARENT, GRANDPARENT, GREAT-GRANDPARENT (AND SO ON) TO A BIG , HAPPY, DIVERSE FAMILY.    YOU PUT ALL YOUR LOVE AND EFFORT INTO MAKING EVERY FAMILY MEMBER GROW UP HEALTHY, HAPPY, AND SAFE , YOU GAVE THEM EVERYTHING YOU HAD, TO MAKE SURE THEY COULD THRIVE FOR GENERATIONS... LITERALLY, YOU SACRIFICED A PART OF YOURSELF, SO THEY COULD EXIST IN THE FIRST PLACE .   BUT THEN, A LARGE PORTION OF YOUR FAMILY GETS A DEADLY, VIOLENT, MIND-ALTERING, BODY- CORRUPTING DISEASE THAT CAN'T BE TREATED OR CURED. IT'S SPREADING INSANELY QUICKLY , AND YOU GET ONE OF THOSE HUMAN CONSENT FORMS