Monday's Calling

[Monsters and Minions]

Sometime late Monday night, a cargo vessel foundered within sight of RhyDin, lodging itself between four rocks called the Cat's Fangs and tearing open several cargo containers. Most contain old Earth electronics and media, the most prominent example being novelty Garfield phones.

By the time it was light out on Tuesday morning, these items were being found washed ashore in Seaside Beach and other parts of RhyDin's shoreline in great numbers. Enterprising scavengers collected a number of the first wave, though not so eagerly as the last time that strange items had appeared overnight. Maybe it was fear of the hatchlings that had terrorized the city not so long ago...

...or the fact that the disconnected, waterlogged, even badly damaged phones sometimes rang. Those who picked up were greeted by what sounded like their own voice, and uttered one of the following:

• A dramatic reading of a Garfield strip, though they always seem strangely out of order...
• A message from a fortune cookie! (Warning: shaking phone will result in cookie crumbs in ear)
• A warning about a future event that will occur next Monday, something that you can try to avert
• A recipe for lasagna, complete with a fictional anecdote describing how you learned it

The voice on the other end did not respond at first, but could be cajoled into it with effort, and would repeat words back discordantly,

Ĺ̷̶҉́I͢͞͞K̶̛͝͡͠E҉ ̶̨͘S̵̀͜͠O͜͡͞

Continued engagement with the voice could result in a full conversation as well as a number of other things, including:

• A promised boon, blessing, sudden windfall, or other turn of good fortune next Monday
• Visitations by a poltergeist
• An unexplained pie to the face

They could be destroyed by conventional means, though they continued to work long past when they should, until reduced to tiny parts. Holy water or smiting weapons seemed to work best though, suggesting a potential underlying danger to the goofy novelty phones.

Ring ring.

It's for you.



M̴̧͞͝O̶̧͘͢N̵̨Ḑ̷̛̀̕A̶̷͘͜Y҉͢'̷͝S̡̡҉ ̸̕͞C̷͢͟A͘͟L̴͘L̡̨̀͘͝I̴̢̢͢N̵̶͘G̷̡͞

((Many thanks to the players of Mimi, Strawberry, and Helea Alwin for brainstorming this with me in the lobby! Please feel free to message me here or on Discord if you have any questions. In general, though, feel free to run with this however! Want to say there's a bounty on collecting or destroying the phones, or it manifests a demonic doppelganger, or torments you with an illusory Garfield, or whatever else you cook up? Go for it! As an optional game mechanic, you can use our #green-room channel to ?roll 1d4 for the nature of the phonecall, and ?roll 1d3 for further engagement with the entity behind the call, based on the bulleted lists above.

P.S. Inspired by this real thing.

P.P.S. Anyone's welcome to reply to this thread with their own posts or links to their own posts relating to the event!))

[Asami Ito]

Ring, ring, ring..

Ring, ring, ring..

The ringing caught Asami's ear. It's there she stood, among the ringing, with the washed up phone depicting a cat she did not quite knowthat now stared up at her.

Ring, ring, ring..

Ring, ring, ring..

At first she thought of kicking it into the sea but curiosity needed to be sated by then.

So she picked up the phone and brought it to her ear.

D͜o͟ ̡n͘ờ̡t́͢ ͘èà̧͡t̸ ͢t̕͢͡h̢͟e̛͟ ͜h̸̛͝ǫ̸̴t̵͠͏ ͝͏͜d̶̸̢o̢g͜ ̡̕a̶̡͢t̸̕ ̵͠t̴͢he ̴̢g̀a͡s̷̛͘ ̶s͢t̵a̵͢͡t̶́i͟ǫ̧n̨ ̨̢ǫ͢n̷҉ ̸F̶r̀͟id͏͝a̴͘y҉̢.҉̶

The voice sounded familiar but that wasn't what she seemed to be caring about at this moment.

What she cared about was that the person on the other end of the call was telling her not to do something.

No one told her not to do something.

"Are you challenging me? I'll eat two then."

She then tossed the phone into the sea and walked away.

[Veth]

"They have telephones in the sand."

"Is that unusual?"

"They are cats."

"Ringing cats?"

"Should I pick one up?"

"That is the polite response to a ringing telephone."

The dusting of sand, the leaking of water from the receiver. A tentacle curled around the handset and held it to her ear.

"Hello?"


V̷̵͈̻̘̐̆̆͊'ͭͭ̀ͯ̾̒ͫ̿ͮ͏̵̛͈̰e̘̺̟͍̹͎̔̀t͑́ͯͧͪ͒̚͏̭̭͖̲̻̥̘̕h̴̖̝̄̊̐ͥ͗͆͟͜ͅr̷̷̦͑̀̔ͨͪ͟ḩ̯͔̮̠̰̥̙̼̃̏̓ͨ͒̒̈́͢'̛͙͒̓̓̐͐͌́̚t̺̘͎̲͖̏ͮ̃͝͡h̲̠̘͕̜̟̰ͯ͒ͦ̔̆̒͝ǫ̵̣̘͊ͮ̈ͫ̐d̤͉̓̾̿̈́̃ͩͪ̀̚͢.


"Sorry, you're breaking up. Hello?"


V̷̵͈̻̘̐̆̆͊'ͭͭ̀ͯ̾̒ͫ̿ͮ͏̵̛͈̰e̘̺̟͍̹͎̔̀t͑́ͯͧͪ͒̚͏̭̭͖̲̻̥̘̕h̴̖̝̄̊̐ͥ͗͆͟͜ͅr̷̷̦͑̀̔ͨͪ͟ḩ̯͔̮̠̰̥̙̼̃̏̓ͨ͒̒̈́͢'̛͙͒̓̓̐͐͌́̚t̺̘͎̲͖̏ͮ̃͝͡h̲̠̘͕̜̟̰ͯ͒ͦ̔̆̒͝ǫ̵̣̘͊ͮ̈ͫ̐d̤͉̓̾̿̈́̃ͩͪ̀̚͢.


"Oh! That's clearer. Ḧ̸̢͇̟̤̤͙͓̭̬̞̙͕̥͈̗̻̰͕͇́͆̓ͮ͗̒͐ͥ̾͛́ͦ̐̊̚͘͠e̟͓̮̝̭̜̻̥̗̞̪̬͓̣̠̗͖͒̊͊̈́͌̾̊ͤ̈ͩ̍̌ͬ̚̚͘͟͞͞ͅl̶̸̲̝̮͉̮̳̿̃ͭ̇̍̓̎̐̾̾̊ͭ̓ͥ͂̈̋ͫ̚͘̕l̃̐̋ͨ̐̓ͬ̾͐ͭ̀͜͏̥̭̠̦ơ̷̧͖̥̙͇̳̰̩͕͎̼̥͙͖̗̙̓ͦͩ̍̆̈́̉,̰̩̹̳̮͔̜͈͆̑͆ͪ̇̍ͯͣͯͮ̿̏ͦ̈́͊ͭ̌̚͘͜ ͭͤ͑ͤ̊̋ͬͬ̄͑ͥ̆ͬ̆̇ͣ̀̚҉̪̯̜̣̫̦̞̠͖̖̘̪̟̲͞ͅͅͅm̧̢͇̮͇̫̙̣̦̟͉͊̈́͋̍ͮͪͤͧͪͭ͌̈́͗́ͧͯͣͅo̧̎̾͒͒ͫͤ̚̕͠͏̡̼̻̻̭̬̻t́̉͗ͨ̊̑̃ͯͯ̆̆̈́͐̿̏͏̷̧̻͕͙̭̟̦̖̺̤̳̞͍͢͡ḩ̵̢̡̛̺̤̝̯̱ͤͣͥͬ̽̂ͅȩ̵̢̭̥̮͖̬̎̃ͪ͋̋̃̉̿̄͒̌́̔ͭ̌̆ͯ͐r̶̵̨̥͇͔̣̱͙͇̻̗͙̟͚͕͎̱͇̘̯̀̍͐ͯ͌ͤ́ͧ̌̍͝͡.̷̦̯͕̫̟̬̠̱̏̉́͋̈̎ͥ̋͞"



Y͕ͧ̊̅͆̃ͤ̅̀͘o̪̟͙͚͈͍̗͕̱͋ͥͣu̷̘͚̟̪͔̫̾ͬ́̊͊́͢ ̡͂͑̑͗̑̈́͂҉̞̠͎̖̞̦̯̮̟͟f̭̳͑̋ͥ̀͟ͅṏ̬͚̲̮̝̔̂́̈r͎̮͈̮̒̎͌ͭgͩ͂͂͑̂̚̕҉̪̙̟̯͖̤o̴̜̣ͮt͂̓̓ͧ͏̷̼̰̮͉͇͍͚̰ ̛̖͕͙̥ͤͩ͛̇̀ͩ̓̅y̟̬̺͈̖͈̙͋ͤͭͤ́̕͜o̪̮͚̟̤̙͖̅̆ͤ͛̇͑̇̂̀̕u̶̥̳̪̹̞̪̭ͨ̽̿̓̌̀̃̎͂ŕ̢͉̦̺͎͚̜̈́̐͜ ̷̢̦͕͛ͨ̅͑ͣ̆̚͜ͅț̡͔̟̠̮̄ͪͭ͗̾̊͗͑u̵̹̰̭̘̦̬͛ͨ̊͌ͧ͒͂͜͝i͎͓̲̰̺̲͓̭̖ͪ̽̐͆̄ͧ͛̚̚͞t̴̛͓̰͚̱̙̹͖ͪ̍͂̅̌͘ī̢͚͌ͫͨ̓͒̿̇̈́ͅó͏̹̺̮̦͚̯̤ͅͅn̊̈́҉̬ ̴̨̦̺͂͛̾̅̑ͥ̓̓m̷̖͎̥̱̪̝̭͋ͯͫͪ͐͢o̧̯͕̐̉͗̊͑̍ͨ͛͜͢n̢̙ͬ̅̈͆̇̍̚͟ȩ̥͔̦̫̉ͩ͝ỵ̨͈͚̫̥̭̉̓͊͢͟.̦̤͈̙̞̫̲̪͈̄͋͘


"I'm so sorry! Can you send it so that I stay current?"


O͖̭ͯ͒̕͢n̮͑͒͌͊̓̎ͫ ̫̠̯̬͎̄̊̇ͤ̋ͨ͊͌͟͝ͅt̖̝͎̻̥ͣ̃ͪ̏̔̋̚ḩ̥͙̰̪̹̘̬̔ͥ͘e̲̼͔͋̎ͬ͞ ̵̧͎̇̈̎̀ͅn̵̡̫͈̩̻̦̗̰͉͑ͬ̽̈̽͝e̥͕̹̞̳ͤ͊̌͜ẍ̵͕̹̺͓͓͞t̴̢̤̹̙̫̻͈̳̜̹ͩͥ̚͜ ͇̓ͧ̈ͣ̈́ͤ̄̚̚ͅt͔̰̹͔̞̯̺͍̍́̿̽ͤ͝i̸̵̷̺̟̺̞̭͕̅͛͗̂̉̋̽ͅḑ̛͓̗̪̠̥͍ͦͭ̔̉̌̈̑ͭe̷͇͕͖̫̮̼̼͐ͧ̃̍ͬ̏̚.̫̝̗̠̬̟͙͓̋͆ͦͮ̈ ̠̝̻͕̳̹̝͒͑̉ͦ͒̚̚Į̻͙̻͙̍ͩ͢ ̨̧͚̳̝̻̜̭̻̋̆ͣ̃̌̕ľ̷̡̳͖̤̻ͥͦ͐͗ͮ̂͝ǫ̜͕̩̱̜̣̦̌ͪ͐̃ͪ̉ͅv̵̢̞͍̩̖̯̦͙̒ͬ͗̀̋͑ͯ͢ę̬̖̩̪̺ͪ ̸̪͇̘̋ͦ̑̇̂ỷ̧͙̤̩̝͉̪͆͊ͨ̽̚o̺̼̝̝͚ͮ̏͟͠ͅu͖̼͉̟̦̟ͣ͑͂̔͠.̨̦̺͎̺̦̺͚͕͌̐̎͌̍ͮ


"Thank you, M̡̗̱̤ͮ͗̒o̸͙̖͔̬̮̱̪̩͔̅͒̕͢t̨͂̊̂ͦ̀̂͊̚͏̣̜̼̩̪̦̹̠̯h̶̲̰̭͈͖̳̯͒̿̔ͯ̽ͩ̽̌ė̡̢̬̗̞̙̅͌̋̑ͤ̊̍́r̬͉͙̻̰͕̻͆́͡.͎̥̽̽ͮͮ̀̂̂͝ ̨͉̤̠̩̞̩̮͚̍̂̔ͧ̍ͥ͠I̛̼͙͈̮̳͊̌̇͡ ̢̢̭̠̫̥̤̣̤͔̠ͥ̽͌ͯl̰̼͖̻̳̼̐ͯ͂̎ͅo̤̩̼͍̖ͧͧ͌̍̉v͐ͪͭ͂̄̀ͥ͛͞҉҉̯e͎͙͙͕͔ͧ̀͘ ̨̩͚̖̫͇̥̞͂̾̉ͤ̓̊͘y̦͉͇͕̦̱̖̞̱ͨ̄͊͛ȯ͎̒͛̈́̄͢͟u̳̙͚ͥ͌̋̐̉̕͠ͅ ̎̎ͧͣͧ̔͏̫̮͓͡t̶̢̓͌҉̞̙̮ö̘̜̣̲̿̓͊͒ͣͧ̀o͔̙̬̍̈ͪ̚͠ͅ.̨̖̗ͬ̿̈́̓̐͂ͭ͊̓͠"

[Tippletoe]

Tippletoe spent the day at the beach, listening to herself read some dramatic comics! She giggled and laughed, trying as many different phones as she could!

Y̹a͔̜w̢n̞̮̤͈̟͚̦
̵͍Y͚̫̥̪̳͍o̫u̬̳̻'͕r̥e ̮̗͟f̬̪͎a̷̩͎t̷̜̰͖.͇̻̙̝̬ ͚͇̦
̰͎͖͔S̢͓͎̲T̛͖O̺̜̜̞̯͉Ļ̹͉̹E̷̪̙ ̢̱M̩̜͚͓Y͏ ̨S̟Ú̦P̵P͖̠͙ͅE͝R̷̬!̬̬
͝I̡̝̘̬͇̮̥'̳͔͓̻m̗ ̨̲̱̮̰͔ͅṕ̖̤̫ͅi̶̦̭c̗͙͚̖̘̳͈k̥͈̮i̖͖̟ṇ̵̹̣̰g͎͇͍͇̭̱̣͘ ̛u͓̲͙̦̤ͅp͚̺ ̡͚̭̲̩o҉̟̟̳̦n҉̘̼̩͕ ̨̻͔̗s̼̺͔̪͇o̦̺͚͎͈̤͠ḿ̪̗̹̪̲̫e҉̟̬͚͖̯̘͇ ̭̣̘̥̼̖t̪̱̣̦̭͝e̟̜͡ṋ͇͈͕̞ͅs̘̭͢i̷͙̪͚o̟͇̖n̲̻͈͠ ͎̜̣͜he͈̰̗͎̬̞r̞è̼̯̼͔̙


O̤̩̠̤͙u̲r ̢c̞̦̜̖͉̪a̧̯̘͉t̲̼̻̪͟ ̪̲̣̪̗̣͡f̷̻̞̩̗o͖o͙̪͔̝͉d̥̝͙̱̼̻ ̣̦̙͡i̢͈̥̬s͕̠̰̪̬ ̨̳̙n̦͚͇̼̜̺e̳̙̳̠̫̝͙w ҉̪a̯͉̻̠̝͚̺nͅd͈ ͖͔̭̻͎͈͙i̤͝m͕͖͉̜̝p̥͕̰̤r͡o̙̘͔̖v̬e͎̪̫̤d͚̗!̘͇̤̞
̗͡I̲̘̭͇̮̼ț̦̗ ̩̮̰̯̲͓ͅw͇͚͙a̵͚s̩͘ ̦t̸̥͚̞͕͔ͅi̭̞̠͙̼̼̗ț̛̮̭͖͚̜l̟̣͠e̷͍͉̞̩d̡̘ͅ ̞͎̮͚̟"̡̰̖L̮̻̪̬i̹̝͙͢ͅf̛͙̩̗̰̪ḙ̠̱ ̞̙̬͠C̬̳͇̣̙̫͕͞yc̬̩l̹͓̱͚̼e̹̪̻̩͓ ́o̡̫̜͔f̦̹̱͚͠ ҉̞͔̬̗̙ͅt͓̖̰̼̯͈̯̕h̻̜̤ͅḛ͙͚̪̤̫ͅ ̠̪̟͉̙͜T̮̤a̵̟̹p̠͙ḛ̶̱w̻o̸̥r̵̤̮̦m̛͙͎͈̥͉ͅ"̸͔͕
̗̳͔͈̩͞T͚͓̩̪h̬͍͘a̮̩͍͎t̥̺̺͇͚̙́ ̪͟w̩̤ơ̫̝u̳͉͙̗̭͢l̶d̻͕͡ b̞̪e̪̙ ̲̠̹͟a̠͈ ̷͍̺̯̖̝"̲͕͇̰͙͝N̺̖o̧̙̖ͅp̥̥̙̜e̮"̝͖̻͍̲

[Ebon Ilnaren]

Ebon had heard the reports about the unusual phones being washed up all along the beach from the Cats Fangs. He was understandably curious, and so--having a day to himself--he decided to take a stroll along the beach to see what he might see. Or hear, as it were.

He spotted one of the phones and, sure enough, it began to ring as he drew near.

Ring Ring!

Pausing to look at it, eyebrow raised, Ebon chuckled and reached down to pick up the receiver. "Hello?" No answer. "Is there anyone there?"




Y̯͕̘͑ͨͣ̑̏͌̆͐ò̥̜͍̗͍̱́ͦ͂̀̐̚͡ͅu̢̢͙͇̦͇͇̝͋̇ͥ̅͌̂͐ͥ́ ̣̜̣̝ͩ̒͑ͫ̇̔w̧͇͖̼̘͈̎ͅͅǐ̘̭̦̭̱̳͚̮̗͆̾͂̀͞ľ̷̩͉̪͔͉̞̣̬ͥͤ̋͠l̯ͮ̾̍̿͐̚͘ ̸̽̀̇̆ͥͦ͏͖t̴̮̙̹̖ͭ̃͗̉ͦ̌ͪ͡r͗͛̓ͦͭ͌͂̀̚͏̣͓̠̳̮̖͚͝a̵͔͔̙̤͕̥̬̾ͥ̐͛ͤͥ̀͢͠ṽ̦̜̬͕̥̗̲̋̆͑̄̍ͮ͋́ḛ̡̠̞̦̣͓̠̘ͤl̰̼̄ͣ̍̈̓͂ͦ̀͞ ͚͇̙̗̪͙̐̐́͠͝t̞͎͎̝͕̫̙ͫȯ̵̧̯͖ͩ̋̓̊̄ͩͯ̕ ̨̨̮̮̫̔̉͋ͣ̋̔̍͗͞m̸̧͇̠̟̥̙̦͈̒ͨͧ͑ã̸̤̯̬̣̩̞ͯͮ̋́̈ͦ̔̕ń̢̦̤͓̟̜ͤ͂̄y̶̼̩͇̯̽̈͘ ̷͇̘͇͇̼̳̃̔̃͆̂̎ͧ̚ḛ̶̈ͤ̇̀̊͂x̧̹̹̤͖̻̞͇̳ͭͦ̾̒̏̆ͣo̧̨̘̠̦̲͎̟͙̜̤̔̂̔̿̊̎ͬ͡t̸͕̱͓̜̥̖̗̹ͬ͑ͪ̒̂͌́ͯͭ̀į̧̮̙̦̥̩͚̖̩ͤ̔͑̈́̓͌̍̚c͕̞̲̮̠̲̻̀ͬ̓̏̇̈́̽̀̚ͅ ̥̱̞̟͖̒̓̅͌̑͐̿̈́p͔̩͚̬̊͐̄̓̄̍̅͜l̹̯̲̖̝͊ͭ͊ͣ͌̿͜ā̸̛̙̤̘̥̪̮ͦ́̆̃̿̊̀͝ć̣̻͚̭̪͈̬̱̤̽͆̅̓̎͘͡e̤̞̹̼͚͖͇̮ͧ̾̏͂̂̔ͣ͋s͔̞̗̥͈̣̑͆̐̍͛͐̋ͮ͌ ̨̫͑͟ͅi͇̰̳ͫ̾ͤn̛͕̫̩̥ͥ̌̿͊ͧ̆ ̜̩̜̩̪̥͚̫̭̾̿͋ͥ͌̆̾̿͋ͥ͌̆͐ͦͤͩo̦̼̙̤̗̩̭̠ͧ͂̌ͭͩ̀û̖͉͈͆ͦ̀̐̀̅r̹̣̠͇̉ͦ̆̀̊̕ l̲̞͚͍̺͔͊̎̈́ͣ͂ͩ̀͜f̷̡̣́̈́̌̌ͤ̓͑e̗̳̿ͪt̨̪̰͊̑̉ȉ̊͑͏̙͉͔͙̲͈̬̰̤m̨̬͕̺̠̰̼͉͎̺̂ͫ͡e͔̦ͣ̓̋̽͐̂ͪͬ͘͢͜.͂͊҉͚̹͚͍͙͠


It was definitely his voice, or a distortion of his voice. He lowered the handset, looking at it for a moment, then lifted it once more. "I already have, and likely will travel to more."



Y̵̛̜̩̞͋ͪ̄͗͆ͩ̽ͤo͎͔̞͕̓ͪͪͫ͟û̴̧͇̩̮̹͉̣̟̑̉ͦ͊ͥ͠ ̨̩̈́ŵ̶̦̙͂ͦ̌̀ͣ̌̑́í̪̱̥̪̽͠l̩ͥͤ͌͒ͩl̸̩̮͓̗̦̻ͭͨ̿ͅ ̰̗̦̔̐̋͡͡s̴̛͕̣͇̭̒̈e̙͔͇͖ͨͥͮ͆̎̂̀́ē͇̹̠̖̩͖͘͟͟ͅ ̡̦͙̦̙̞̄͆ţ̙̥͓̱̖͈̣ͥ͋͡͡hͬ҉͕̪̼͖e̶̛͈̟̪̳̗̫̠͆͊ ̻̝̰̭̙̯̫ͣ̈́̀̈̄͝f̵͈̼̙̺̩̝͓̬͔ͯͣͨͬͧ̈́͒̍͜i̗̳̋̾ͨr͇̹̩͖͉̆̏̍̿̍͑̽s̟͕̩̤ͧͮ̊̚͘͝ţ̛͙̟̝̟͔͚̟̝̑̀͂̇̉͒̚̕ o͓̺̭̅ͣ̑̚͜ņ̸̖ͫ̓̒ͬ͑ͪ̉̈́͆͠c̨̥̫̝͈̲͓̝͋ͤ̾͡e̓̂͒ͫͬ͝͏͓ ̷͖̮̥͍̮ͬͮ͒̉̏̾̈̚m͌ͤ҉̝͇̮o̖̜͕̤̫̹̖̱̿ͥ̏͒̅̋̍ͣṛ͇͎̖͈͓͇̏e̵̛͓͓̜̥̻ͥͯ͑ͧͧͦ̒ͮ̚.̴̙̮̳̥̜͇̠̰̫̅̀́̏̒̐͠
ͬͩ̔̌͋̑͐͊ͯ͏͉͉̯̗̩̻̥
̴͔̺̯̟̱̲̭̇̉̿̌ͭB̸͉̼̯̰̖̫̩̆͊E̅̋ͦͨ͐̂͊̽͏̷͍͔͈͔̝̼̱͝W̵̰͉͕͓̿̋̇ͬ́͝A̯͚̪͍̞̰͆̈́͝R̞̲͇̥̩͈͍ͣ̇̌ͩ͛̓̓E̗̙̹͈̲̥̎̑͛ͩ̚͠!͙̙̰̠̩̱͙͍̳̄ͨ̊̈̇ͧͩ


"The first?" Beat. "The first what?"



R̩̣̖͍̤̖̐̐͢ȩ̧͕̥̰͉̭͎͇̺ͥ̾̓̽́͂̚̚̕ͅm͉̜̥̥͊̋ͣ̀e͍̻͎̭̦ͬ̈̐̆͌m̈́̎ͨ̍͆̆͏͉͓͖̯͇͕̰b͎̼̔̓̌̔̐̉̀e̶̸̩͉̱̜̳͗͛̾͛ͤ̐ͨ̚ͅr̦̮͖͔̥̻͕̈ͮ́̽͞ ͐͝͡͏̙̝͎̘͈̙̞̣t̡̛̥͈͉̜̪̠̺̙̖̑́͟h͇͔ͧͮ̽ͧ̔̈͝e̶̢̍̃͋̚͏̝͈͇ ̒̋̆ͮͪͪ̚҉̢̯̜͠m̡͚͗̋͌̃ͪͩ̀̏͝e͊̕͡҉̥̤̠s̯̠̤̬͐̈́ͣ̏̋̊̚a̵̧̗ͫ͗̀ͨ̐͗͆̈́ͦ́g͍ͯ̈̎̆̀̀͞é̴̪͖͖̹͉ͮ͟͜s̨̩̣̪͉̮̘̤̙ͣ͋̽̅ o̟̦̠̤̥͓͒ͮ̍ͧ̾ͬ̈͜͢f̴̼̲̗̲͈͕͊ͨ͒ ̵̷̜̘̗͔̞͗̎̉ͨ̕ṭ̊͗̋ͬ͊ͯ̐͡h̨̟͎͌ͦ̄͋̔̎͆́ë̦̯̭̹̈ͬ̂̋͂ͤ̒̋ ̦̩̜̿͒͘d̝̲̖̦̱̲̯̍ͥ͗ͩ̍͌̑ē͕̻̱͙̹̪̓̽̉ͪ͜a̻̩̣̱ͭ̾̂͠d̝͛̉ͥͥͬ̈́͌͘͝.̶̶͔̯̮͚̠̏̒ͦͮ̆͊̍̾͐


Now that one disturbed Ebon, so much so that he dropped the headset, letting it fall to the sand while he felt his own heartbeat suddenly thudding within his chest. *The messages of the dead?* What did that mean? Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he reached down to replace the headset on the phone. As he did so, he heard one last, faint message.


T̰͓͈̪̪͙ͤͨ̂̽͂͂ͭh̦̠̝͕̫̻͙͓̑ͫ͛͛e̴̩͚̺̭̙̻̠̿ͮ̑͌͒͋̓ ͓͇͔̾̅̉̏ͬ̾O̷̭̬̮̪̦̘͎̾͌̍̿͆ͧ̚͠͠t̛̺̪͍̂̅ͬ͌͗̀͒̏̋h̸̭̺̪̬̻ͥ̾͢ěͦͮ̒͏̨͍̯̲͎̼͍̘́r̠̼̭̺͎̭̗͒̓͌̃ ͛̊̉̔̇̈́ͬ̚҉̧͓͎̭̜̪͕̪͡ĭ͉̩̘̳̳̭̻̺ͩ̍̑͆̃́̕s̰̐̒̅͟ ̴̧̰̠̞̯̤̒͒ͤa̴͖̩̹̮̗̍ͭ͋ͣͨ̒͌l̛̙̟̜͕͐͐̒̾̊̏̄̓͜ͅr̵̸̠͔̠̯̰̘̰̩͐̄ͦͮͪ͞e̴̘̟̿̓́͟͟a̷̮͆͐ͤ͋̓̾̉ͫ̚̕͞d̵͓̑̀͛̿̋ͧ̄̾y̷̡̲̳̖̲̞̻̫͑́ͨͦ͐͛ ̯̖̻̟̅ͫ͌͛̉̐̾h̵̵̲̤̫͓̊ͣ̂̒̓̑ͦê̴̛͍̼͚̭͊̒ͩ̕ȑ̨̦̙͓̲̱̚e͖͙͓͔̤̤ͧ̓ͤ͌ͪ.̸͓̜̰̜͒͌


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