[You can hear running feet and someone breathing hard - it's muffled as if there's a layer of cloth in the way. Zel's laptop is recording from inside his bag. There's a howl like a wolf, somewhere off in the distance, then Zel's voice.]

Dammit! They're still on me!

[More howling now, closer - it almost sounds like words.]

((OOC: Okay, this is a weird one - Zelgadiss' sin is acedia, sorrow (which was basically in the Seven Deadly Sins list before it was replaced by sloth. He's being attacked and chased enough never to get a moment of rest or to reflect. At the moment it's wolf-men.))

Oh, what the fucking hell... IS NOTHING ON THIS GODS DAMNED COMMUNITY PRIVATE?

We were outside time and fucking space, it shouldn't even have been able to find us, let alone record us! The fucking literal gods couldn't find us! We sure as hell couldn't access it.

Some day I swear I'm going to find out whose sick sense of humor is responsible for broadcasting every moment everyone would rather not have shared, and I'm gonna turn them into a zombie just so I can have the personal satisfaction of tearing them apart!

Sorry about my uh...last post. Didn't mean for the community to be exposed to...some very personal matters.

-sheepish cough-

Just uh...some rough goings on with the ex wife.

I awoke today in the Junkyard once more. I do not comprehend why this has occurred. I see that there is a virus happening on the community, but I do not see how that accounts for my being placed back in purgatory.

The Embryon base is gone. I found the place where we built it, but there is nothing but a chasm and no sign of the buildings. I cannot locate any of my comrades, and the rookies are especially vicious. I have found shelter, but am low on ammunition. Thankfully I have located this karma terminal, so I was able to heal myself.

A world hop would be appreciated.

[OOC: No world hops possible today, sadly~]

need information on how to stop people from following someone.

no killing.

quickly please?

Hello my friends,

I know there's a lot of bad stuff going on today, because of a virus. I thought I'd share a story I heard, maybe get your minds off of those things. And for those of you that aren't afflicted, of course I hope you enjoy the story, too!

There's a monster that haunts the train tracks that criss-cross our great country. When people speak its name, it is called to that train. It'll kill anyone on that train who has sin in their heart. Sometimes whole trains arrive at their destinations, and every single person on it has disappeared. Car after car rolls into the station, and not a single live person remains. And that's how you know the monster came to that train to judge the people on board.

The monster is called... the Rail Tracer.

Once it's been summoned to a train, there's only one way to get rid of it! Do you know what that way is?

I was told, and I just wish I could remember...

[It's true. Wichita, nine times out of ten, will make a sarcastic remark about things instead of just keeping them to herself. Or, you know, put a gun to your head so she and Little Rock can steal your car. So today she's being affected by the virus by being forced to say nice things and compliment everyone and act polite and she really, really wants to hit something - but she can't!]

I didn't really hate this place or anything when I first started posting, kind of just didn't care either way, but now-- [The virus cuts her off, forcing a giant smile on her face.]

I LOVE IT~!

Looks like a bit of a nasty virus. What generally happens with these sorts of things - when you have to deal with... well. The things that have been going on for those affected? Do all the consequences of what happens during viruses simply disappear after they're over?

...And how do you explain half of the things that happen here to other people? Like the Ghost Ship - how does work and... you know, relationships, family, friends - how does all that factor in?

Some virus, huh? Looks like it's hitting a lot of you guys really hard. Does anyone know what the common link is yet? So far it just looks like a lot of ... pointless misery.

I mean, not that that's really so different from your run-of-the-mill virus, but they usually have some common link outside of schadenfreude, right?

[ ooc; Spoiler: you can't tell, but Claire is affected. For her inability to trust anyone ever and her constant lies, she's been punished with the inability to doubt or keep secrets. AKA she's become the most gullible, open, forthcoming person on the planet. ]

[There's a person standing in front of a mirror staring in mute horror at their own reflection. At first, it seems like there's a young blonde woman standing there, but after a few seconds, their appearance seems to suddenly shift into that of an older Kenyan man, then into a man in his thirties dressed as a Catholic priest. As their appearance shifts into that of an older woman in funeral grab, the person curses under their breath with Eames' accent and inflection.]

Oh, well, isn't this just fucking wonderful.

((Eames uses his forging to trick people in dreams into thinking he's someone else, so his punishment is that he has no control over who he appears to be in real-life.))

Just what is going on here?

I had myself locked in my room, but then I remembered that my cell phone was in my pocket so I felt I had to post. Posting is really not so bad, comparatively. Lisa listened to me for an hour on the phone this morning before her battery died. She knows rather close to everything in any case, so it could be much worse. If I called my parents, that would be worse. Luckily it's not a school day, either. I can't talk to Suzumiya-san most of all. I wonder if she's ever going to forget? She hasn't so far, and I can't think of anything that would motivate her to, but other people have in the past. Minato forgot. Or else, he left and returned a different person. Perhaps there is more than one world per world, or rather, more than one timeline per person. Sometimes events repeat when they really shouldn't. I've lost track of Eros, we haven't been in contact for months. Perhaps he flew into another tree. That was a little tasteless of me, but as I'm sure you've noticed, I'm really just saying whatever comes to mind. I can lie, I've tried, I can say "I don't have a cat" or "I live in America" but I just can't quite seem to stop talking and I can't seem to delete anything at all. I already know that I'm going to have to post this, so please bear with me for the time being.

Okay, one: why can't I wash the smell of Dungbombs off of me?

Two, why do things keep pelting me? It's nothing hard or anything, but stuff like water balloons keeps falling from nowhere onto me.


((Punishment for being a prankster >D))

.... I know this is nothing more than a virus, but I do wish it wouldn't drag on. This is growing... tiresome.

-water running in the background-

... virus or not, I've had enough of this crap. It better be over soon.

I want only to ask a simple question.

What defines a friend?

[ Erik opens his mouth to address the community at large. But no sound comes out. Visibly startled, he clutches at his throat. But no amount of massaging or urging his vocal chords to cooperate will work. He is completely and utterly speechless.

Of course, this is his punishment for stealing/wrecking Carlotta's voice. ]