Viraj Dobrial

not sure if this 'anniversary' is worth putting up an AMA for but if anyone wants to ask something well here ya go I'll respond sometime tomorrow, or tonight, if responses come in fast enough

average Rot Cleaner Association garb (can't stop people from rat posting poorly) imagine: I get to be the giant rat that makes all of the rules I will run a rat diner that only serves rat-related items (all of them made from human flesh) only good RP, no gimick, no hype, i do not abandon projects as soon as I get bored with them I promise

RATS RATS RATS RATS RATS RATS RATS RATS RATS actually i'm the giant rat now surprise!!!

funny thread

[!] The letter is not addressed to you… However, YOU stumble upon it. Why? A mistake? Destiny? It doesn’t really matter. Not yet. To Bipip B., It is a weeping tragedy for us to transcribe this letter, though our dressers in blue have remained fearless, and the marches to the Pond remain steadfast, there is little information we can hold back. Your commerce with our dedicated members has seen fruit; to our dismay, and most likely yours. Your philanthropic and ultimately very valorable investment has led to a series of particularities we denote as will follow. Incidence of Bloodrain comes at a staggeringly low .000159147%, with continual monitoring by various watchers across the realm. Most all “watched”, or observed, remain in blissful ignorance, a state of denial, or otherwise uninfected. However, we have noticed a large majority of the aforementioned population undergoing seemingly spontaneous episodes of mass hysteria, observing atrocities not yet occured, such as so-called ‘Service Dogs’ being mauled to death by masked shadowy figures, or buildings combusting at random, with no guards or vigilantes to halt the destruction. We notice in these people symptoms of Stage 2 Rot (more on that later). That is why we, among our ranks, have refitted ourselves to better deal with the advancing complicated geographical socioeconomical politics of the infected descendants. Adjacent is our most recent compilation of studies and observations in a non-linear, non-chronological non-timeline, for the ease of reading. Preferably this information remains from our own to yours, as the sensitive research may be too quindlefamble to some individuals. GOD or whoever, help us. - P & M Last Resort https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KTksi_VXGCk The coinage of the terms ‘Rot’, ‘Brainrot’, and ‘Melt’ derive as slang categorizing the three respective stages of Crohme’s Disease. The earliest instance of these words date back to shortly after the Almaris Bloodrain, the second recorded Bloodrain in history. While the incident itself would be referred to as “The Bloodrain” in common vernacular for years thereafter, many ignored the short and long term effects of this rain on matters of health and sanity. The first ever afflicted with Bloodrot (Odolusteltzea) were contaminated by the entry of Bloodrain into the body, usually through the eyes, ears, nose or mouth. It is most likely that the raining Blood became infected through contact with surfaces, or precipitated already adjacent, or is somehow cursed. Though Bloodrain is objectively the only cause for rot, with little actual knowledge on the why. It is hypothesized that Rotten are at will to spread the disease through bodily fluids, including (but not limited to) blood, saliva or mucus. One is more likely to become contaminated with Bloodrot if they spend a significant amount of time around others bearing the disease. Once infected, people become contagious and, as there is currently no cure, chronically ill. Ways to prevent the spread of Bloodrot include distancing from persons with the disease (approximately ten meters at minimum); Personal Protection Equipment preventing fluid transfer on the part of the infected (such as goggles, face coverings / masks, face shields, air filters, long / covering clothing, etc), or on the part of the potential infectee; or the termination of those infected, and proper and utter annihilation of an infected corpse. A- Early symptoms and afflictions Early symptoms of the Rot are oftentimes mistaken for other mild diseases. Continuous sneezing, tearing of the eyes, migraines or headaches, coughing and wheezing, dizziness or lightheadedness, or acute arthritis. If found in other parts of the body, the Rot will only bruise, only if under the neck (limbs, chest, abdomen, etc). B- Classifications and Development Stage One: ‘Rot’, or Developing Crohme’s Disease The initial stage of Bloodrot manifests as a set of symptoms, oftentimes developing independently of each other, and thus developing in their own particular stages of degeneration. To reiterate, the following ‘stages’ or classifications are not in respect to the stages of “The Rot”, rather independent symptom lines of bodily decay grouped together under the umbrella stage of “The Rot”; -Odolitsutasuna (OL-I) -Odolgorreria (OL-G) -Odolusaindu (OL-U) -Odoldastatu (OL-O) The above labeled symptoms share the common starting ground of Stage Zero. At this stage of development, patients may notice a significantly potent or long-lasting loss or numbing of sensations on the face and / or neck. In all documented instances, this pain comes within a Saint’s Week of other developing symptoms. OL-I: Stage 1: Persistent headaches, general tiredness, intensified eye strain. Stage 2: Troubled vision, development of cataracts. Stage 3: Clinical blindness (Can only detect movement, blurred silhouettes of large structures with glasses). OL-G: Stage 1: Persistent headaches, general tiredness, intensified auditory difficulty. Stage 2: Increased ringing, advanced auditory difficulty, earbleed. Stage 3: Deafness. OL-U: Stage 1: Regular stomach aches, vomiting or diarrhea, congestion. Stage 2: Increasing trouble describing the scent or taste of things, bloody nose. Stage 3: Regular trouble breathing, ‘walking pneumonia’, decreased athletic ability. OL-O: Stage 1: Irregular bad mouth hygiene (Regardless of actions against), trouble biting, stuttering. Stage 2: Troubled speech (slurred words, swelling tongue, increased stutter) patchy white spots on tongue, tooth decay, distinct loss of taste.Stage 3: Swollen mouth; technical mute (Incoherent speech, inability to formulate words). NOTE: While the other stages are progressing, the intensity of Stage Zero may increase in tandem. That is, the severity and impact of numbness on the patient’s nervous tissue can progress, until they can no longer feel their head attached to their own body. Stage Two: ‘Brainrot’, or Crohme’s Disease There is no specific threshold to where a patient on Stage One progresses into Stage Two, colloquially referred to as ‘Brainrot’. The noticeable pattern, however, is at least for one or more of the Stage One symptom lines to have progressed to such a degree where they come into direct contact with the brain. The Rot’s contact with the brain, it is assumed, degenerates the flesh and organs surrounding the cranium’s surfaces and interrupts blood and nervous networks. With this gateway, the Rot is allowed to permeate the brain, and begin its process of degeneration therein. This point is seen as of no return, and is where the effects of the Brainrot truly show their true colors. Symptoms of the Brainrot commence nearly immediately as it is diagnosed, the first altering the patient’s perception of morality, societal norms or civil decency. They develop eccentric, taboo or unusually specific obsessions or delusions with concepts, ideas or artifacts of either regular or irregular use. They can act with hostility, or flagellation, or emotional breakdowns if questioned or approached, or disallowed to continue with their “particular” behavior. As the Brainrot continues, the symptoms are likely to draw less pity from the societies patients live in, and instead, more contempt. This is not recommendable, as deprecation and insults can only worsen the symptoms, believed to be intensified through stress or anger. The process worsens when patients suffer from auditory and / or visual hallucinations, an unfortunate side effect found especially for those with Stage 3 OL-I or OL-G. A few patients remain self aware, knowing that they are indeed not ‘real’ to other people, but the majority refuse to admit the machinations of their own decaying minds. Thereafter, patients are prone to fits of manic positivism, or depressed negativity, almost never reaching a proper balance of emotions between episodes that can last anywhere from fifteen Saint’s Minutes to Saint’s Years. Furthermore, patients begin to suffer through mild episodes of memory loss - whether it be metal fog to events that transpired just minutes before, or specific logistical or nostalgic information important to the patients (Such as dates, names, places, faces, etc). Stage Three - ‘Melt’, or Advanced Crohme’s Disease After a while, a patient’s face will cease to exist. Incomprehensibly, looking forwards towards where their head should be will only reveal the visage of what would be behind their head, were they not standing in the way. The visible neck will display inner organic structures, such as the esophagus, trachea, and spine; it is important to either stitch or constantly disinfect this area in hopes of preventing the very likely chance that this area will become infected, leading to a full bruising of the patient’s body. When the patient dies, two things will happen. It would be nearly impossible to write this section. Admittedly, patients suffering with Brainrot often commit suicide, or get themselves killed through their own affliction. However, if an individual is kept alive long enough, the Rot can develop into a much more terrifying and unpredictable version of itself known as ‘The Melt.’ Those afflicted are immediately considered terminal, and placed within appropriate containment for reasons of both own self preservation, and public safety. There is little known treatment but painkillers or other alleviators until proper disposal (and subsequent annihilation) of the body can take place. We don’t understand why it happens, but the melt is officially recognized once a person’s body begins to disappear. This is a stage beyond rot; rather, instead of a victim’s skin giving way to flow blood and sinew forth, they simply begin to stop existing. This, of course, starts with the head, where symptoms most prominently display themselves during a patient’s degeneration. Of the effectively recorded instances, the visual effects of the melt are nearly indescribable in text. It is a mix, a voidal combination of boils, bruises, scabs and lacerations with the complete loss of motor skills, to the point of losing all senses. Hearing, speech, smell, sight and touch are lost, if they were not previously. The body will slowly, as the name suggests, melt, and inexplicably also de-materialize, as if they were never there. It begins with the face, then to the throat and leaves exposed the esophagus or other internal organs, and for the first time in the entire process, affect other parts of the body that are not the head. In the second recorded instance, they, now completely rendered devoid of the ability to speak, hear, see, smell, or touch, will stop existing entirely. If they are wearing clothes, they will fall to the ground as though they are not being worn. Searching for the body is fruitless, as it simply no longer exists. After the process repeats over and over, the body ejects its insides in gruesome fashion, leaving a puddle state of remains, or complete nonexistence. In the recorded instances, the bodies could never be found, only the remaining clothes or personal artifacts being carried at the time of death. IV. Case Studies Study #1 - Helvetia ein Ariskiy; Human, Male, Mercatorii; 28 (Young Adult); Status: Diseased. Study #2 - De; Human, Male, Unknown; Age Unknown; Status: Diseased. Study #3 - Home Crohme; Human, Male, Originally Caucasian; Unknown Age, Hypothesized 20-30s (Young Adult); Status: Alive. NOTES: Currently the only living subject, and inspiration for the denomination of “Crohme’s Disease”. We have entrusted Home Crohme with the information detailed above, including previous findings with Subjects #1 and #2. Stage 2 has progressively taxed his abilities to comprehend, to the point of any visual or auditory stimuli consisting of glassy-eyed “stares” and muffled grunts. Stage 3 has already arrived. He is currently the only descendant, human or other, to live in the constant agony of the Melt. It is in its initial stages, however, has already hindered his physique and general aptitude completely. We have taken necessary precautions on the appropriate disposal of his body, after he melts, and the mental toll it will take on the members of our team. Crohme has unfortunately lost his face. A dark, fleshy void exists instead of it, and aparatuses for feeding and breathing have been made to keep him alive for the longest possible. After a controlled incident in Elysium, involving flogging and general tyrannous behavior, he nearly lost his life. Thankfully, after a surprising fight and determination to live, he was released and promptly treated for injuries. We do not fear his death, but we dread it. V. Treatment For Developing Crohme’s Disease, any and all regular medical practices and HOME special care procedures are to be delivered to patients, providing dedicated caregivers to follow assisted living and continuous washing to avoid Rot spread. As of the date of this document, the HOMEs (In collaboration with the) are seeking out a cure in various descendant settlements who dwindle in mystical or clandestine practices. Xannic healing abilities seem to slightly improve the morale of a patient, through an advanced and extremely effective painkilling method, but the procedure performed within Elysium’s chancery could not be documented. As such, we cannot confirm the efficacy of its immediate effects on the Rot itself. No other magi, including shamanic practitioners and voidal magis, were willing to assist in the treatment of any of the aforementioned subjects. Therefore, their healing capabilities are also unknown. We request further finance to fund our projects, as the Cure looms farther and farther away in these desperate times. [!] The document ends here. Was there more? Who penned this? Nobody signed it. Maybe it never existed in the first place. Maybe you already knew this. You should by now. You need to.

Perhaps, if one were to walk two blocks down another street, they would see a man- draped fully in cloth - staring at a wall, nodding intently, only interrupted by the occasional cry or murmured apology.

Scheming (one of the pledges of induboisity Itinerate Inductees (III) must go through in their pledged training) 'low and be underneath his bunk bed mali'ker style did one Professor Synthodialectic Itineratan of the Dieters Peterschmidt d'IlDagolos smirk quite the quindariously 'pon the alerted, so-called 'penned' statement regarding the affairs of skullduggery committed 'gainst the gloried and unbeknownst ungaelic Jambodian 'peoples'. "Garn, and other such words on the manner!" Did one carrier bird pigeon branded upon the eve of the Krukzkan-Mailo'ase War of 1582 (and reanimated to carry forth the messages and deeds of one such unnamed and unaffiliated 'brave' individual's long-since-birthed descendants) carry bet'ween its angled and also black ribbon talons (each spangled with a pattern of the Virsgrolth Coat of Arms) towards its awaited, yet unexpected, recipient.

Trailing the path, an armored man found a scrap of paper laying alongside the road. Picking it up and unfurling it, his eyes went wide under his helm. "...I have just what you need," he'd chuckle, tucking the missive into a slit in his visor before cackling viciously."

Synthodialectic Itineratan of the Dieters Peterschmidt d'IlDagolos smirks keenly overlooking the well-penned note of admiration for his obscenely "kind" gesture of congressional aid for the matters once at hand, now but a side product to his mandlebroactic mind's activities. He'd ruffle his petticoat knick-knack collar clasps once, before laying his head down a moment upon his desk lasting no more than a fortnight. Taking up his pen to scribble about a return note to thank the ArchJortian, he noticed the needle at his candleflame had grown red hot; of the utmost importance for the coming festivities. Taking it, he'd plunge it through the cartilage lobe of his ear, before quickly snapping through it a ring with two worn ends, of which he heated together. Inscribed upon the wring in barely legible writing was the phrase "GOGORATU HAIEK", a symbology of the night had - and those to come...

God bless you, Danny. See you later down the tracks. Thank you for getting me where I am today.

Who knows how old this parchment is by now? Has it truly stood the test of time hanging 'gainst this branch, so divorced from the rest of the world? How? And, if it truly is so aged, how has it gone so relatively undisturbed? Have so few truly ventured that far off the beaten path to find it? Perhaps it was just that he, of all people, was more likely to see it- avoiding the roads, avoiding being seen, followed, known. Or, perhaps, he had been fated to see it - an omen for what was to come... "...She would be here, then..." And he'd march into Karosgrad.

[!] A hastily scribbled letter would be carried by bird. Written across the tattered, yellow parchment is the following: "WHAT DID YOU DO TO LINNORD????" The text is shaky- barely legible, at that.

Not far from Ebonwood, a man in a ragged overcoat sipped from a shallow mug of coffee - one he'd just refilled from the fire-hung kettle in the middle of the cramped courtyard. Soon after was another allowed in through the gates, carrying a bundle of papers. "Ongi etorri, kamarada," the man said, looking up towards the new arrival. "Gure auzokideengandik ezer interesgarririk ekarri al duzu?" "Misiva bat bidali zuten zilarrezko hiritik," he chimed back, an eagerness typically unfamiliar to the youth. "Iraultza bat egiten ari dira." Itxaropenak pizten baino hobeto jakin beharko luke, the man thought to himself as took another sip from his coffee. "Eta zergatik kezkatzen gaitu horrek?" he inquired in a placid, ultimately uninterested tone. "Beren liburutegia zabaldu dute publikoarentzat!" Midsip, the man froze, quickly swallowing and setting down his coffee. He'd rise from the chair, and, pardoning himself to the others 'round the fire, shuffled inside the administration building. After a few minutes, he returned to the fire again in a freshly-pressed suit. He'd raise his case up to his face as he murmured something to the youth. Afterwards, he'd then turn to the concerned glaces of the other Mercatorii. He clasped his hands together, clearing his voice, and bringing with it a depth and clarity of tone so long gone from the man. "Lagunak, negozio bidaiara noa. Itzuliko naiz." He'd ruffle the boy's hair once, before stepping through the gatehouse. Peeking back through the door, he'd add: "Mantendu nire mutila osasun onean."

Stirring away in that long-since forgotten sitting room did the Burned Man fester before the flames of a fire, dancing about a mantle no one had lit for years. Nearby on the couch did his relatives sit and chat, occasionally casting an off-color comment towards the Man. Scowling did he rebuke them. "Can't you see I'm busy over here?" It was not long (nothing was, anymore) before this momentary bliss was yet again interrupted. Down the dark hallway, illuminated by naught even the stars above, came the growing sound of some mechanical whirring. And, soon enough, it broke through the shadows surrounding the sitting room, landing on the dust-skin carpet the Man sat on. It let out a scratchy "CRAH-CAW", upon which two things fell from the clutch of its beak: the legs and bloodied torso of what used to be a bird, and the letter attached to them, miraculously untouched. It was a miraculous thing for someone to try to reach him out here. Luckily, he had his toy to alert him to its presence - surely, if someone knew he was here, then there had to be others. They found him. And they would be here soon. "...No more running. This is my Last Stand," he'd huff, motioning for the two on the couch to follow suit. But when he turned his head over, they were somehow gone. "Bah," he spat, "it was never like them to stay around for two long. I don't blame them - cursed, cursed is what we are. Now, let's see the damage..." Archimedes couldn't do anything but stare. He couldn't force himself to pretend to be surprised at this point. It wasn't shock that made him drop the missive, but disgust. The old man began stomping around the charred floor of the sitting room, nearly ripping the drawer out of the end-table he kept his stationary in. It was the one thing about the room that had to be kept neat, and he cursed himself for almost destroying it. "...Every... Every waking moment," he'd grunt as he hastily scribbled a letter, "I have to live with what you did to me and my fa- ****!" The man only now realized that he started writing down what he was saying out loud, instead of what he was thinking to put in the letter, so now the entire thing was just one convoluted run-on sentence, and that he had to rewrite the entire thing. So, carefully this time, he drew a piece of stationary from the drawer - making sure no ash fell upon the copy of his manuscript beside it - and got to writing a letter And as that automatic bird slowly ticked off unto a horizon being slowly breached by the sun, Archimedes shook his head, wondering only one thing: "...Why is she like this? And how does she keep finding where I live?"

Here he was once again... so far from the call of battle, yet ever drawn to it when he least expected it. As the darkness churned about him, misshapen 'people' jittering as they struggled to walk by him, the Herald stood, making his way back to his dressing room. Donning his brother's armor once again did he leave home again - into the night. Meanwhile, but a few miles northeast, did one 'ame polish his newly acquired surgical tools. Though not thoroughly trained in their use, it was possible the time for him to use them would come soon.

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1) unironically this 2) I saw the community needed more people in the moderation team and, knowing myself and my skillsets, thought it would be appropriate for me to offer this to the server - to give back to a place that has given me days worth of entertainment and fun. also i think seeing 'gamerdude09' at the top of the tab list is funny 3) I play bongos. 4) Depends what you're looking for! I've been listening to this one underground artist "Dream" a lot. I hope he takes off one day!

1 - Tom Rundgren’s “Bang the Drum All Day” 2 - i thought seeing “gamerdude09” at the top of the tab list would be funny 4 - One of the best moments I have had in rp was in my the early days on the server- back when Archimedes DeFont was still serving in the ISA, and still lived at Henry’s Wharf 1. Leading up to this moment was almost a month’s worth of interaction with another character, slowly luring her into trusting Archimedes so that he could murder her. But somewhere along the way he got weak - he developed a parasocial relationship with her, a desperation to hold onto some vestige of his humanity, and spared her. He didn’t expect her to find his journal, where he pinned her at the top of his hit list. He also didn’t realize that he was the one being hunted. After one of his dinner parties cleared out, one guest stayed behind - one whom he was unfamiliar with. She revealed that she knew what he was doing, and tried to put her down - only to watch her slowly turn to ice, owerpowering him and throwing him down into the basement. But as Archimedes fought back, she revealed to him that she was his “friend”- and he conceded to her. He fell to his knees, essentially begging for peace between them. She faltered; but unlike Archie, she overcame these inhibitions, and proceeded to cave his chest in. All that she found in his remains was a bundle of cornflowers, and a note - desperately begging whoever found it to protect his sister. 3 - My lawyers have advised me not to answer this question.

1) House of Leaves by Mark Z Danielewski is one of the most interesting books I have ever had the chance of reading. I am confident that in the coming years it will be studied, debated, and hailed in the same light as books like James Joyce’s Ulysses. Beyond its creative, unorthodox formatting, hyper-meta plotline , and in-universe lore packed into one novel (and tie-in album), the depth and ambiguity surrounding its central protagonist Johnny still has me questioning what, if anything he said, was reliable, down to the fabrication of his own insanity. Exploring the contents of the Navidson project, the “main” text of the book, is as much a labyrinthine experience as the one the characters are drawn to explore. Look for the second print edition, marked by the compass in the center. If the word “House” is blue, you’ve got the right one. 2) My favorite moment has to be from last december: fighting the apparition in Fenn, getting oneshot by it, and proceeding to run around Providence as half of it got torn down. Personally assisted in: -shaving two floors off of the basilica -tearing out the front of the HOC -digging a giant hole in front of the gates -plugging up the moat to the palace something like that will most likely never happen here again, and i cherish the memory 3) might become a paladin. or a barkeep, one of the two. see my response to Gandhi

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can’t help it plus all those infant blood transfusions (i am a vampire this is ok) in character i am, and i will NOT be accepting any narratives that contradict this :*)

anything.

pala no!!!!!1!!!!1!!!