No one bothered to inform me about the 'viruses,' apparently. I had to do a little more research. How is an internet community able to do something as complicated as that?  Annd.. I probably shouldn't be as interested in it as I am. 

Does anybody know how these 'viruses' work, exactly? Or, more so, how they have the ability to span across different dimensions?

Let me just be frank for a moment... that "virus" thing was not fun.

Unless getting chased around the house by your own broom-wielding mother is your idea of fun.

Umm. Moving right along. Anyone else like reading? I'm a big George Orwell fan, myself.

[ooc: will tag this afternoon. I haz job now :3]

(( Intro post for Zechs Marquise. ))

Boredom is the bane of even our modern civilization, it would seem. Yet I would consider my situation to be somewhat extraordinary, as most individuals go; only very few people would be stuck in Martian quarantine for five days.

I may understand the necessity of the quarantine I had to endure upon my first arrival to Mars. Admittedly, at the time I did resent it - we had been in transit through space for a number of months, it seemed illogical that any illness we might have brought wouldn't have developed in the womb of our ship during that interval. But the reasoning otherwise was sound. I kept my grievances to myself.

But a quarantine when transferring from two separate Atmosphere Radiation Control stations?

Trust me when I assure you that I have been endeavoring to keep myself entertained. Yet here I am resorting to the Internet for amusement ... And it's only noon, of the second day of quarantine.

It's lucky that I have found this community, here. For I thought that most Internet communications would be 'lagged' and therefore the connection would be too slow for optimal transfers, save for electronic mail? Ah, as a journaling site, you must receive my posts at a later interval from when I originally sent them. Forgive me if my responses to your queries are slightly delayed, in that event.

This community, however, is a fascinating network of mostly fabricated identities, from what I have read so far. Am I supposed to be in on this joke? Claim that I hail from another 'reality' as well?

Fine, then, in my reality I am a mechanical technician on the Mars Terra Formation Project. And that is the only thing of interest about my person.


(( Paranoid Zechs is paranoid. But then again, one doesn't nearly annihilate billions of people and then later advertise their identity over the internet. For the curious, his hackable user information is here and they can find out who he is. :D ))

^{Maybe the teapot will know...}

How does one go about exchanging items from other places?

If you help maybe I'll invite you to my tea party.

Everyone in this community do the following:

Start Menu > Run > CMD > ipconfig > flush > iprenew

This should reset your internet IP address so that it does not match any of frequencies of the ShinRa Electric Company. No, I will not explain why or how that happens, just do it. No, Wright, I am not getting you new speakers. You should be glad that I didn't show up to your resident and make sure your computer matched your speakers.

Well, now! That was lucky!

Not a single person died in the landslide!

Only now I have the insurance company after me and I don't wanna pay all the money I probably owe and I don't wanna have twenty-four hour surveillance around me! Especially by two girls!

(OOC: Strikes completely invisible to Milly and Meryl. Everyone else can decide if it's visible or not.)