Perspiration is simply an evaporative cooling method and in no complete way indicative of fat loss presence. One cools down when the liquid perspiration produced in the eccrine glands essentially steals heat (energy) to achieve the heat of vaporization and evaporate away. The only negligible possible loss may be found in the epocrine glands (around the arm pits and genital regions) whose sweat contents have the potential to possess small amounts of lipids (and protein) but hardly enough to result in any visible fat loss. This is why one does not lose 30 pounds right before that job interview, unfortunately. There are a number of other ways to actually reduce fat, mostly dealing with calorie intake and exercise. Rather than looking at your rate of perspiration for a particular amount of exercise -- unless you are comparing to yourself, since people have different rates -- take care of your breathing and your heart rate in terms of your exercising capacity. And also just to clarify, this is a bit of a misunderstanding. Unless this was part of the Doctor Who reference, then just disregard everything I say. Adipose tissue and skeletal muscle tissue are different and beyond a certain amount of exercise (mostly for beginners who progress linearly where fat and muscle seem to go hand in hand), one needs separate strategies to either gain muscle (more calories) or lose fat (less calories); this cannot occur at the same time for a long sustained period, and thus fat does not directly convert to muscle. In your quest to be Zangief, jackdaniel, you must find a strategy that shall help balance these factors, but not at the same time. Watch for the natural adjustments to your metabolic rate. This is oversimplified and I am no expert but there you go. Good luck on your continued quest to learn a bit more about the world with these threads.
P-please be careful, Naomi-sama. ///
Was real hate get outta port-edge it was. But-- when be necessary and the kupechestva with the smells they had of the things they was selling around by the edge of gavan was where the rag-tatter spider hair devushka decided to place herself by the very edge of the stall's massive encampment of sights and smells. Mor et zhantamah! This stalls of the kupechestvi weren't going to put up mere simple a fight! Our devushka er swore a real mighty to erself and looked up at there the sky. Wasn't it always. Smells of kupechestvi would draw any gata to this here place and here'd expect this to happen without remorse. Kupechestvi always like this. Devushka heard the calls of mew from up in the above and used this er cue to seize and conduct business with kupechestva. Local kupechestva say verkop pan verkop pan voice heading to the mews and devushka needed to hide erself in the bustle of the kupechestvi disguised among the scents of pan and viande and real right gavan smells. Gavan smells too familiar to devushka but this mission er was need for grab verkopd pan without verkop. Need stealth. Quick and fastly at call of mews. Devushka in rags sneaked there up erself. Verkop pan verkop pan! Devushka need stay behind quick. Kupechestva hold fastly eyes of his own. Mor et zhantamah, bad this was going to be. Quick needed! Rag not seen! Rat moved like blitzer. Bang bang. Not a pan to be seen. Quick pied! Know devushka her name for reason here. Kupechestva not know what would be happen! Er devushka stood on boit backwards kupechestva among metalthings. Scent strongening it was but ain't not nothin' can't be dealt by devushka er experience held. Mor et zhantamah. Getting outta port-edge real hate. Spoiler: Highborne Myamari translation She hated leaving portside. Hiding perilously behind a barrel of rancid meat sitting at the very edge of the bazaar, the ragged, rat-haired girl glanced longingly at the merchants at the other side of the cobblestone road. The scents of grilled fish and fresh seaweed bread danced along the rims of her nostrils alongside the taste of airborne river salt and rotten chevon nearby, and she could not help but dizzy herself from the overwhelming sensation of hunger that burst in spiked plates within the depths of her stomach. Stab. Stab. A sharp squeal was the cry of a demon living deep inside her, possessing her, holding her hands by her fingertips to grab just a single loaf of bread from those idiot merchants and satiate the growing void that had come to fill the space of her soul. She curled her dirt-stained arms around her knees and bare feet, resting her head upon her elbows, minimizing herself by the side of the barrel so that she may not be seen by the bazaar passers-by with their gaudy-looking red furs and orange thickskins and pink-fluff hats that would probably have cost fifty seaweed breads. She could have fed her brother and the others for months with fifty seaweed breads! Sometimes, the passers-by would notice her shadows lurking by the barrel sitting among many of its kind within this decrepit Porthaethwy alleyway and pay about as much attention to her as a stray cat. But this was fine, it was. When she was nothing more than a dirty ill-fed animal, then they shouldn't expect much from her, should they? It would be to their discretion at the end. The girl dug around in the single hastily-stitched "pocket" lopsided by the end of her dress and took out some dusty-looking beans and dried auroch meat. Caw. Caw. A few seagulls had taken notice of the rancid chevon barrel she was hiding behind. Ah ... she looked up at the sky. Porthaethwy never had rainy days, not as long as she could remember. The girl stood and dusted away ash from her knees, callously walking towards the stalls of the bazaar while trying her best to avoid the looks of the rich nobles wandering the pier. Bah. Why was she here? She had a good reason, but-- The girl clenched the goods in her hand tightly, protecting them with an iron grip from the wanderers around. It was not very hard, however. They left quite a big berth around the girl in tattered rags. Just another street rat. They should all jump into the river and drown and Porthaethwy would lose its reputation as the Dirt-Stained Riverside of Myamar. Right? "Seaweed bread! Fresh! Get it right here!" The girl walked over to the wooden stall, rising onto her toes to look over the desk. The merchant, an elderly-looking man, widened his eyes and stared back at her with disbelief. Just keep the facade. Keep the facade. "What ..." She rummaged to bring out the little pieces of things again. The man immediately frowned. "Oi! Speak. D-don't tell me you have any--" "таке бред?" "S-speak Myamari you useless seagull-dropping rat mulch! I don't do business with c-criminals." The girl gulped. "S--syell. Sell." She placed the dusty beans and pieces of dried meat on the desk. The merchant was agape in disgust. "B-buy-- b-- ... t-trade. Trade bread. P--please." What was this nonsense? This was hopeless. The merchant briefly looked back at the things behind the desk, hidden beneath a white canopy. He stroked the edge of his moustache with a bony finger. Without turning, he replied. "Get outta here." The girl tapped the desk to get his attention. Come on-- Her voice accidentally cracked. That wasn't part of the plan! "Please!! Hunger!!" "Leave!" He turned around in fury. "I can't just give these loaves away for free! You think you're the only one hungry? I've b-been struggling to sell these damn things f-for months ever since the nobles put that rotten tax on all the shipping!" He swiped a wrinkly paw at the desk, sweeping the beans and meat to the ground. The girl immediately lurched down below to try and collect them. "By the gods, even-- even the mages--" He whispered in his raspy voice to himself, eyes darting around fretfully but not looking at anything in particular. "I-it's all politics ... not that an illiterate street rat like you'd understand. Get out of here!" He sighed. "You should know as well as I, urchin. T--the gods only favour those who have the luck of being born in the right place. The rest of us are forsaken, a--and always will be." The girl refused to move. She stood back up, collecting the dust-laden items on the ground, and stared defiantly back at the old merchant. "Go! Get outta here, cockroach!" A few had turned to look at him, wondering of the commotion. This was bad ... she had to be quick and unnoticed. Quietly, she slipped away from under the merchant's steely gaze, and melted herself into the crowd of faceless flocking through the bazaar. As the sun drew closer to the riverside horizon, she let the time pass by sitting between two empty stalls, keeping herself ready for her mission. The void grew to encompass her every feeling, and any movement was wrought with a seeping, inky pain in the depths of her chest. The demonic cries within her would not stop. They blinded her eyes and deafened her ears, and though she held back tears throughout the hours, they would have simply dried up in the confines of her muddied face anyway. The gulls did not cease their constant horizon-calls. She stood again, and slowly threaded her way through a patchwork of stalls. The main bazaar streets had become even busier with its flows of colourful people, so staying among the stalls would be for the best at the moment. In a stroke of luck, the bread-selling merchant had to keep attendance at the front. She climbed up the edge of the stall's wooden pole and hung herself from the white canopy, facing away from the gaggle of bread-buyers nearby. Hold your breath. She held back a sneeze and dropped behind the tented loaves. Wriggling her fingers of dust, she lifted up one end of the cloth and came face-to-face with the familiar head-sized loaves. The scent of seaweed and sea-salt melted upon her tongue and she tapped an ashen finger at a loaf's crisp half-burnt edge. With a swipe of her hands and a stroke of the seconds, she grabbed a few loaves of bread and carefully moved back. Crash! -- Bumping into something. She froze, a startled cat. "What was that?!" Footsteps cracked the gravel of the earth. Stupid merchants like him deserved to die. She-- she had to do something ... But she couldn't just drop the bread here!! She swore to herself. She really did hate leaving portside.
@Ars Nova I have nothing much to add because the good thread covered most of everything and I know you have watched some of the things I would recommend otherwise (thank you for downloading Tatami Galaxy). That being said, try Ping Pong The Animation if you can deal with the unconventional art style. It is honestly anime of the season (sorry No Game No Life, I like you quite a bit but you are on the opposite end of the serious spectrum and meet another type of mood). I downloaded Tsuritama yesterday so I will tell you how it goes. The first episode is cute and colourful.
>> PROLOGUE THREAD : WORLD -1 << ヾ(=^▽^=)ノ terminal.output("hello world."); > escape( ); return success > voyage( ); ??? ??? ??? [data log] Spoiler // WORLD -1 : electricity shut off in elevator // WORLD -1 : escape from elevator complete // WORLD 0 : on floor 17 // [functions] Spoiler Terminal() # access terminal # passive function - requires no calling # current object methods: # ---> Terminal() [calling just displays this menu of possible methods] # ---> Terminal.reboot() [reboots terminal] # ---> Terminal.memory() [reads out contents of memory] # ---> Terminal.restore(<data>) [attempts to restore corrupt <data>] # ---> Terminal.build(<function>) [maps a <function> to an Object()] # ---> Terminal.allocate(<data>) [digitizes a physical object and stores it in the memory] # ---> Terminal.backup(<state>) [backs up data (save point) to the <state>] [memory] Spoiler DIGITAL MEMORY CAPACITY - 16 BLOCKS (╹◡╹) > █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ < Memory Usage: 6/16 blocks Expansion ports available: 2 block ports = = = = = tale_wind token: .: > or tale_wind > . was trapped in elevator . terminal helped him escape cstar token: c > or cstar > . was trapped in elevator . terminal helped her escape terminal token: > or # or $ . found in the elevator . penchant for cute emoji Code: INSTRUCTIONS: Use .: > or tale_wind > if you want to give tale a command; Use c > or cstar > if you want to give cstar a command; Use > to directly give terminal a command; Use # to talk directly to terminal, such as questions; Use $ to access something in terminal's memory (your inventory); Use the clues and guide the protagonists to the end of each world. Watch out for other users you come across in your travels ... = = = = = Terminal.reboot(); Reboot complete. Powering on ... /* !! H-h-h-hello ... /// ヽ（´ー｀） I- I- I-I'm g-glad you're safe! I-it turns out t-that c-climbing the e-elevator cord w-was not the best idea ... ┐(‘～`；)┌ I-I'm sorry! Please, p-please forgive meeee!! /// orzorzorzorz B-but! B-before you two lost your bodies, I was able to convert your souls i-into ... w-well, into data. S-so now, you're j-just walking soulless s-shells f-for the time being!! ヽ(’ ▽’ )ノ ! B-but don't worryy ... wahh, well, a-actually, I-I'm a b-bit worried myself ... I-it''s better this way ... // (ﾉ `Д´)ﾉ Please trust me!! I'll keep your souls safe! M-my storage is g-getting a bit b-bloated though ... //// └(｀0´)┘ There is one silver lining!! Good job t-to both of y-you! We made it o-out of the elevator!! Get your bearings! Clear your eyes!! (〜￣▽￣)〜 W-well ... i-it was because I was able to crack open the l-lock, I guess ... on time ... （ ﾟ乛ﾟ） I-if you w-want, y-you can take a look around-- I-it turns out there was a problem ... /// This is not Floor 7 ... This is Floor 17. I never e-even knew we had a Floor 17 ... Please-- please, I don't mean harm-- I still want to be friends with you two ... Y-you can a-ask me about w-what happened, i-if you want ... 。・ﾟﾟ･(≧д≦)･ﾟﾟ･｡ */ <!-- COMMANDS ---> Enter a command to proceed > _ (use .: > or tale_wind > for controlling tale; ) (use c > or cstar > for controlling cstar; ) (use just > to control terminal, or to control all members/be general; ) (use # to talk to terminal directly and ask her anything; ) (use $ to access the memory (inventory); ) Terminal's suggestions terminal.output { . looking around sounds nice!! (*´∀｀*） . maybe not ask about what happened in the elevator ( ´・___・) . did you ever tell her about the encrypted data?? ʘ‿ʘ }; <!-- / COMMANDS ---> DIGITAL MEMORY CAPACITY - 16 BLOCKS (╹◡╹) > █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ < Memory Usage: 6/16 blocks Expansion ports available: 2 block ports
INSTRUCTIONS: Use .: > or tale_wind > if you want to give tale a command; Use c > or cstar > if you want to give cstar a command; Use > to directly give terminal a command; Use # to talk directly to terminal, such as questions; Use $ to access something in terminal's memory (your inventory); Use the clues and guide the protagonists to the end of each world. Watch out for other users you come across in your travels ...
Ahhh, green I suppose! Thank you! I needed it for a little thing.
I need to nominate you for Funniest Member now.
What is your favourite colour?
|| Capsule 6-7F - Elevator /* W-wonderful job, Mister @. : tale_wind !! W-we might j-just able to leave!! (〜￣▽￣)〜 D-do you see a-anything on that door? /// A-and d-did you f-find anything well-- well ... interesting in the c-contents of the encrypted d-data? It might help us ... ¯\(◡‿◡✿) /¯ */ DIGITAL MEMORY CAPACITY - 16 BLOCKS (╹◡╹) > █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ < Memory Usage: 6/16 blocks Expansion ports available: 2 block ports
(Posting on hyuge's behalf) ❯ ❯ Your stomach begins to rumble and you decide it best to make some snacks for you and your friends. Getting up, you make your way to the kitchen. After a quick inspection of the cupboards and refrigerator, you decide on sandwiches and chips. After slaving away for several minutes, they are ready. ❯ ❯ Inventory: ❯ Grimoire ❯ Cellphone ❯ Snacks ❯ ❯ You carry the tray of chips and sandwiches out to the living room and set it down on the coffee table. There are still a few minutes before your friends arrive, so you decide to turn on the television. The news is playing, something you hate watching. Instead, you change it to some show about how a dolphin saved a drowning child and it is now being added to the Water Patrol. ❯ ❯ There is a knock at the door and you get up to answer it. Through the window, you see two cars. It is assumed that Roxam and Tales carpooled, given their relationship. You answer the door with a disheartened smile. Everyone knows that Loxare's death hit you the hardest. You can't help but feel responsible, as if this was somehow connected to your Grimoire. ❯ ❯ "Hi guys," you greet your friends, leading them to the living room. They follow after you, everyone taking up their usual seats. Lastly, you sit. ❯ ❯ [[ ____ insert command ]]
|| Capsule 6-7F - Elevator < $ > <!-- ENCRYPTED DATA ---> // datalog title: " seventh floor status: alt title binary sux " // user: cybele DATA DECRYPTED!! 11-21-1994 // seventh floor status // well // you get a good view of everything i guess // its really red // like itd look like a combination of christmas and a wildfire celebratin communism // more seventh floor status // currently processing: mind losing // i set the object pass to synthesize from QUFDVEdHVEFHQ1RBR1RD so they wont replicate // from nothing // this is stupid and i cant get out // is there a point to researching these things anymore?? i dont fuckin know // // psa // koré you fuck // come back here already // i miss you // - cybele 09-21-1994 // western part of euclid has also been hit by heisenbugs // i dont know what the shit these guys were thinking putting binary locks // all over the seventh floor // status of koré's isjd&6727242hd*D8[DATA CORRUPT] are still stuck inUUd099(I0[DATA CORRUPT] // i think im the only one left besides her and the medicine is running out quickly // puttin this note here for any survivors who are idiotic enough to use the // electrical devices in the building // technology is not your friend right now. be careful // - cybele // ninth floor is safe // if this all doesnt kill me // the ijdjei09304023[DATA CORRUPT] will anyway // i didnt build this fucking system for the citys own immunological memory to turn on me!! // - cybele 03-20-1992 // technician notice for you sleazy lookin bozos from floor 3 // hec set the elevator door manual access code to that weird-ass song she was // blasting down the floor 9 workspaces // - cybele // attached file: access.mp3 [DATA CORRUPT] <!-- O O O O O ---> < / $ > <!-- TERMINAL SUCCESSFULLY TRANSFERRED TO PHONE!! ---> New function: Terminal() # access terminal # passive function - requires no calling # current object methods: # ---> Terminal() [calling just displays this menu of possible methods] # ---> Terminal.reboot() [reboots terminal] # ---> Terminal.memory() [reads out contents of memory] # ---> Terminal.restore(<data>) [attempts to restore corrupt <data>] # ---> Terminal.build(<function>) [maps a <function> to an Object()] # ---> Terminal.allocate(<data>) [digitizes a physical object and stores it in the memory] # ---> Terminal.backup(<state>) [backs up data (save point) to the <state>] /* A-Alright-- t-thank you! Ahhh ... i-it feels r-really nice to have some m-more space!! // N-now I can do so many more things!!! ∩(︶▽︶)∩ W-when you want me to use a method, j-just use the > and the full method name!! F-for example, s-saving would be ... */ > Terminal.backup(state_1) Backup created. state_1 = 1 backup state_2 = 0 backups state_3 = 0 backups /* W-when you get on t-the cables, @. : tale_wind -- please keep climbing u-up ヽ( ˃ ヮ˂)ノ !! Y-you should see the l-locked door to the seventh f-floor! T-tell me when you s-see it! /// M-m-m-m-m-mister @Makaze !! I d-did not s-see you there!! // (*＞ｗ＜*) I-- I-- d-don't know-- exactly y-yet -- ahh I- I apologize ... （΄︵◝❀）///// B-but! I k-know y-you can p-probably synthesize s-something to access w-with that ... k-keep it safe, m-maybe ... ///// */ <!-- TALE IS BOOSTED UP BY CSTAR! ---> <!-- TALE MOVES PAST THE LIGHTS TO THE CABLES! ---> <!-- TALE SUCCESSFULLY CLIMBS THE CABLES! ---> /* W-we might n-need a plan t-to make sure all of u-us can get up there ... */ <!-- IN FRONT OF TALE ARE THE CLOSED ELEVATOR DOORS TO FLOOR SEVEN ---> <!-- THERE APPEAR TO BE NO BUTTONS, BUT THERE ARE OBJECTS LOOKING LIKE SMALL SPEAKERS NEXT TO THE DOORWAY ---> DIGITAL MEMORY CAPACITY - 16 BLOCKS (╹◡╹) > █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ < Memory Usage: 6/16 blocks Expansion ports available: 2 block ports
|| Capsule 6-7F - Elevator /* Ah! N--no! N-not at all! I-- wah, p-please trust me on this 三( ﾟДﾟ) / ... /// A-and I will briefly turn off the electricity momentarily, so you can shift yourself up above ... it should not hurt regardless because of the sealing and the current connected t-to the panels t-themselves, I- I am sure! ╮(─▽─) /// A-ah, b-before that happens! ///// I-it would be wonderful if o-one of you could le-let me transfer into your phones so y-you can carry me around w-with you? P-please ... it's cold in here ... (ﾉ `Д´)ﾉ T-tell me when y-you're ready to head up, Mister @. : tale_wind !! Do your best!! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ */ < $ > <!-- ENCRYPTED DATA ---> // datalog title: " seventh floor status: alt title binary sux " // user: cybele DATA TO DECRYPT: QVRHVEFHR0NUQUdBQUFUR0NHR0dDVEFHVEFUQUdBVENHR0NUQUdUQVRBVEFHQ1RUVENUQUdDDQo= Please count the number of appearances of adenine, thymine, cytosine, and guanine in this encrypted genetic sequence. <!-- O O O O O ---> < / $ > /* T-this was encoded in Base64?! ... W-what was the engineer trying to do ಥ⌣ಥ ... */ DIGITAL MEMORY CAPACITY - 16 BLOCKS (╹◡╹) > █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ < Memory Usage: 6/16 blocks Encrypted Data Detected: First-Level Encryption, Low Difficulty Expansion ports available: 2 block ports
|| Capsule ?F - Elevator /* Good timing, Mister @. : tale_wind !! I- I was able to access a-- a few of the prohibited transfer files-- Mostly records of those using this e--elevator, b-but we appear to be stuck b-between the 6th and 7th floors! I-- I hope I did well ... //// ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ I also found encrypted data left by the engineer ... H-hold on ... I'm going to-- ahh-- just going to-- unlock the cables a bit so it might b--be easier for you to climb t-to the top-- */ <!-- LOUD BANG HEARD FROM ABOVE ---> <!-- ELEVATOR TILTS SLIGHTLY TO THE RIGHT SIDE! ---> <!-- CABLES LOOSENED! ---> /* S--s--s--s-s-s-ssssorry! I-- I didn't mean-- is-- (∩︵∩) Everyone's okay right??! (ι´Д｀)ﾉ Ah please forgive me please that was loud ahh ah-- A--anyway ... y-you can access the encrypted data through the following: Use $ instead of > or # w-whenever you want to access something in the memory!! */ DIGITAL MEMORY CAPACITY - 16 BLOCKS (╹◡╹) > █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ < Memory Usage: 6/16 blocks Encrypted Data Detected: First-Level Encryption, Low Difficulty Expansion ports available: 2 block ports
|| Capsule ?F - Elevator /* Ah!! W-well you see, I think it ... would be for the b-best if you all saw for yourself. /// P-please trust me on this!! (╯︵╰,,) By the way! I c-can digitize and store any item you w-want to keep in my memory, i-if you ever need it f-from anywhere--(▰˘◡˘▰) /// Thank you very much for attempting to help boost, @cstar ! Y-your help is greatly appreciated!! /// Our time is limited, b-but thinking creatively will do us well! ヾ(^▽^)ノ */ DIGITAL MEMORY CAPACITY - 16 BLOCKS (╹◡╹) > █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ < Memory Usage: 4/16 blocks Expansion ports available: 2 block ports
|| Capsule ?F - Elevator /* W-well ... I-I d-don't know h-how to explain this, b-but ... All signals a-are currently jammed? H-haha, it makes sense c-considering what's happening o-outside the Capsule b-building ... P-please f-forgive me! (•﹏•) //// */
|| Capsule ?F - Elevator /* T-thank you! Y-you really a-re v-very kind!! ( ⌒‿⌒) /// B-but, I-I'm just afraid t-that after processing everything ... I-- Well-- the-- the buttons don't work!! I'm sorry! I'm s--sorry, forgive me-- ahh-- b-but I'm sure we'll be able t-to find another way together!! ( ๑°Д°๑) ///// Now t-that I am set to a-active, I m-might be able t-to help somehow ... I'll try my best!! J-just talk to me directly!! I like talking to nice people ... ///// Please use # instead of > if you h-have something y-you want to tell me directly! You can c-call me t-terminal, if you want! Nice to meet you, e-everyone stuck in this elevator! I'm sorry, w-was that too direct?! (*＞ｗ＜*) ///// Y-you might be able t-to access the l-lights above to g-get into the elevator shaft h-hatch ... just be careful! I-it's a long ... long-- long fall-- ┐(‘～`；)┌ A-and you all might need a boost -- D-do any of you have anything you brought i-in your bags or p-pockets to help? ヾ(=^▽^=)ノ */ /* M-Mister @. : tale_wind !! M-maybe you could b-be the one to g-get someone to boost y-you up to the l-lights!! ( ´・‿-)~♡ /// A-and please, d-do not limit y-yourselves by me! Y-you can all d-drag yourselves o-out of here on your own commands alone ヽ(’ ▽’ )ノ !! */
/* A-aah, t-that might w-work!! Y-yes! I-I'm sure of it! (・∀・) /// P-plugging me i-in m-might help ... Y-you're really kind /// (っ⌒‿⌒)っ I-I- the- well-- the last time this-- this happened-- haha-- ( ;_ゝ; ) I-- I wasn't-- didn't want to even leave this elevator-- I-I'm s-sorry! I-- I shouldn't be talking about this ... p-please forgive me!! 。・ﾟﾟ･(≧д≦)･ﾟﾟ･｡ //// */ <!-- CONTROL PANEL ---> // control pad access: user // administrator access prohibited // please refer to capsule fifth floor for dealin w prohibited stuff // yeah honestly i dont give a fuck just dont mess around with the permissions // - cybele Please Select The Following For Elevator Movement: [ 9 ] [ 8 ] [ 7 ] [ 6 ] [ 5 ] [ 4 ] [ 3 ] [ 2 ] [ 1 ] [ A ] [ G ] [ C ] // a means alert the authorities // g means get your ass to the floor you choose just press it on the screen when you kno // where 2 go // c means close the door you dont want any motherfuckers coming in here w/o permission // - cybele . . . . . . connected: terminal prompt o-oh look, is that me? a-ah! my text here looks k-kind of bigger than i'm u-used to ... i-i-it's been a whiacc connected range connected init o g list init ctrl delt init fields init collision init secumet . . . init key init gsxfi init xkdpack init console check user permission . . . no admin access found reverting to user: BASIC_USER . . . connected. CURRENT_TERMINAL_PROMPT_STATUS:act a 62; a 64; o g : 04:172 MODE: 039sb94dl9032nd user-access-permissions: 01 fxc-con-trml (set=0) { SET:reg-con act $ passive } _ <!-- O O O O O ---> /* O-oh ... I-it looks l-like it might b-be for the best if you c-change that "passive" t-to "active", m-maybe! (•﹏•) /// Ahh, I d-don't mean to be i-imposing or anything, b-but I think i-it would help us a lot!! A-and, i-it would be g-good if you s-started looking around f-for an exit too! Ah, I- I mean, j-just to be careful! T-the countdown to internal oxygen is h-hidden by admin privileges (⋋▂⋌) !! ///// */
T-thank you! T-that feels ... much more soothing. /* Y-you see, we're in a b-bit of a predicament h-here ... (｡´‿`｡) //// Haha! I-I'm sorry so sorry if it was my fault ahh please please forgive me! I-it-- it appears w-we're stuck! (•﹏•) T-this e-elevator is not going t-to move anywhere-- (º~º ) D-do you think you c-could help th-think of an escape p-plan with m-me? I--I'm sorry ... ///// T-the control panel m-might help? L-look around maybe? ヽ(ﾟДﾟ„)ノ ///// */
I-if you m-may, I-I implore you to try p-pressing the red button in here-- ...
