User:Lancelot_Chen/Animations.css
On the left is the profile picture of staff member IDENTIFICATION LOST. And as can be seen by the text, information about their identity currently does not exist. Furthermore, information about when IDENTIFICATION LOST's data was lost is scrubbed from any digital files. In a sense, the lack of documentation about IDENTIFICATION LOST insists that this individual no longer exists. The documents provided blow is what remains of IDENTIFICATION LOST's internet presence. The hunt is ongoing to find physical files about IDENTIFICATION LOST, with the goal to override the data breach and reinstate their account.
Life is full of mistakes.
It is the natural progression of humanity to fuck up somewhere.
And as my mom told me a long time ago,
"It's how you fix the mistake that matters more"
My mistake was speaking to it.
Gangling freak, head facing the wall.
What a horrible idea it was to speak to it.
But suppose I had to eventually, it's not leaving any time soon.
Interviewer: IDENTIFICATION LOST
Interviewee: Entity 59
Foreward: I met Entity 59 in my office, its face was looking at a wall. I didn't attempt to move it or turn it to look at me, which is probably something I should have done during this interview...
> "Are you afraid?"
> "I promise you, I can handle whatever sort of problem you have."
> "I'm afraid..."
> "Afraid of what, if I can ask?"
> "Nothing."
> "You're... afraid of nothing?"
> "Yes."
> "Then why are you cowered up like that?"
> "I'm afraid of nothing."
> "Oh. In that sort of way, why are you afraid of nothing?"
> "Look at me! I don't know who or where I am, I have no idea how I got here and why, I don't know my name anymore! I am becoming nothing!"
> "I can't help you if you're yelling at me."
Entity 59 put its hand on my monitor screen, and it seemed to take something from it.
> "Now look at your screen."
My profile, Entity 59 took away my profile. My name was replaced with text that read "identification lost"
> "Huh? How did you do that? Why isn't my name there."
> "Do you see why I'm afraid? Your name isn't there. Neither are your clearances, there is nothing about you in the system."
> "But I still have my clearances, just because they're gone on the servers doesn't mean they don't exist."
I sit my ID card out, looking to Entity 59 to look at it.
> "Are you going to... you know what? Nevermind. Forget it."
> "I trust you."
> "But it's more than that. The world itself is pulling apart, and there is a gaping nothingness trying to push them all away. Soon, there will only be nothing."
> "What do you mean? Literally nothing has happened."
> "Nothing yet."
> "I think you're deranged... that's what I think."
Closing Statement: Entity 59 still wont leave my office, I've just ignored anything it said. Pretended like it wasn't there.
Maybe I am a fool, don't know what to make of this yet...
I feel as if I am missing something.
A clue not yet recovered.
An explanation for this creature's existence.
No mother would want this as their child.
Right?
Wish I could have it leave, but nothing has worked.
But I need to upload something about this thing.
Entity 59 - The Pale Man
ENTITY NO. 59
THREAT LEVEL
2
Habitat:
My Office
Aggression: 1/5
Attacks if threatened
Intellect: 4/5
Human-level intellect
Danger: 1/5
Causes minimal harm
Description
The Pale Man is a lankly white creature with dry skin. Its skin, while dry, is rough to the touch, its fibers appearing to be densely woven together. I don't know what its face looks like, because it hasn't shown it to me, nor will I try to ask it to do so. The Pale Man's body looks incredibly emaciated, with all its bones pressed up against the skin. So far, it has remained in a crouched up position in my office, only moving around its arms.
Behavior
The only thing it does is sit in the corner of my office. Sometimes it'll talk, and its voice is very dry. Imagine not having water for months and still being alive, that's what Entity 59 sounds like. The Pale Man is seated in with its legs close to its torso and arms usually wrapped around them.
Anomalously, it can somehow remove information from locations. The Pale Man claims that its some manifestation and that I don't exist. But that's stupid, I do exist. People don't speak to me besides it, but I do exist. My actions still have outcomes, I take all the coffee from the coffee machine, and they have to brew a new batch. But also, as I've tested, even my most extreme behaviors are not noticed. Not ever. People just ignore me.
Well, except for The Pale Man, who I still try to ignore.
Biology
Fuck if I know.
It looks mostly human, aside from the features mentioned above. I don't know exactly how our skeletons look, but based on my guess, it matches pretty well. The skin I guess is more like cartilage actually, it has that roughness to it for sure. I have yet to pull off any skin from The Pale Man, because I don't want to. If it does shed in some way, I'll add it in at a later point and verify if it is cartilage.
UPDATE: The Pale Man apparently knew I was writing this so it removed some of it's own skin and gave it to me for testing. Weird but whatever, I can't be fazed by anything else. Its skin is basically cartilage, I couldn't test it much further though because I couldn't access further scientific tools, perhaps a clearance issue... unsure.
Discovery
I just found it in my office one day... that's it.
Suppose this is good enough, huh?
Still have no one recognizing my existence.
But it's fine.
I'm not new to being ignored.
In fact, I'm rather experienced in ignoring others too.
I don't know where this will go.
Hopefully The Pale Man leaves.
Shed away your shackles of individuality.
Shed away what made you so foolish.
Join the group.
Join those who know what's best.
Become one.
Submit.
I don't know why they're doing that.
It's all of the terminals as well.
All telling me to "submit".
I don't want to know what that means.
But my best guess.
Is that everyone else followed the direction.
I've locked myself in my office for now.
An endless mass of ligaments is after me.
I know its my coworkers.
But I don't know which one.
They've all lost what makes them interesting.
No more charm.
No more person.
Just a blob of those I once knew.
The only way I can communicate is through my monitor.
But who do I reach out to?
Entity 59 - Wall of Flesh
ENTITY NO. 59
THREAT LEVEL
3
Habitat:
Facility ██
Aggression: 5/5
Hostile to all entities
Intellect: 2/5
Low-level intellect
Danger: 3/5
Injuries fairly common
Description
Wall of Flesh is a combination of many humans, with all their functions seemingly merged together through unknown means. It moves about using the mess of ligaments and joints, moving at a rather quick pace, but slow enough that most people can get away from it. Wall of Flesh, at its largest, can be up to 2 meters wide in diameter, and can move upwards of 4 meters per second. Multiple of them has not been seen, maybe it's the only one of its kind that exists.
Wall of Flesh is often known to make a lot of very sickening noises. It's a mix of pleads and groans. One part of it may be asking me to join it, and the other is groaning in pain from one of its many arms being crushed again. I've never seen a creature so unhappy.
Behavior
Entity 59 is aggressive towards any living matter it witnesses. Quick to consume it and have it assimilated into Wall of Flesh, at least, that's what I assume happens to it. I don't particularly wish to know myself what happens once you get assimilated. Sounds painful. However, the entity only seems to be able to detect life in the environment around it. Wall of Flesh cannot see, so it relies on sound and smell to find prey. At least I think so, I haven't seen any eyes.
When it's not hunting, it just sits around waiting to find others to chase down and eat.
Biology
All the skin and body parts look to be made of human flesh. I'm pretty sure it is, but I'm not getting close enough to test it, honestly. Its bones constantly snap and crack as they are crushed over and over again by the rest of the mass, ungodly moans and groans spew out constantly, despite there being no face. The noises seems to be from the internal, perhaps so loud that it leaves their body.
Its hands are totally destroyed, with ligaments bending in ways I never thought was possible and moving with a haunting grace and purpose. It makes me feel sick.
Discovery
I'm not sure, I think it had to do with the computer screens now acting all odd. Maybe they saw it and followed along? I assume that's how they merged. Either that or they consumed one another until it became that sack of hellspawn.
I hope it leaves.
I can't stand it's meatly slaps.
Everyone groan, another shiver.
Another chance to get caught.
Maybe my only option is to pray..
The photo on my desk doesn't look real anymore.
One out of a fantasy? Maybe?
I know the color of their skin.
I think I know where this was.
I don't know who they were.
Were they my friends? Enemies?
Random individuals who walked alongside me that morning.
Or was it the afternoon?
I've tried to match the photo to my memory.
Alas, nothing.
Like everything else in here.
I've grown unfamiliar and uncertain of it's traits.
Were these ever mine?
If they were I would know what they are yea?
But it feels so slippery.
My brain slowly eating itself alive.
What will there be left of me once it's eaten?
I'm scared to find out.
I stand here on the cusp of the universe.
One foot, dug into my fleeting reality.
The other, blended into an empty pocket.
The empty pockets of reality.
I stand before a realm of nothing.
A choice I have no option but to commit.
Gazing upon a true void.
One which can't be explained by what it is.
Only explainable by what it isn't.
I am in a land that is not stable.
It's not consistent to itself or anything else.
The Void is not simple, yet feels that way.
Every something ceases to exist here.
Left to stand in a worldly continuum.
Waiting to be brushed away
What lives beyond time? Nothing does.
For it doesn't have a fixed place.
Or period. The void is not transient.
It is not freeing either. I am a prisoner.
For the time I step out of the void, the nothing.
It'll only follow with me.
Rendering the path I walk just as ruined.
I've been broken again and again by it.
Sobs wailing to ears that'll never hear.
I hope to soon grow comfortable in this space.
This land of nonexistence and unreality.
A death that renders man empty should be a peaceful one.
And yet, it leaves me choked in unease.
In arbitrary thought I think of these things.
Leading myself to believe this fate is one not easy.
But one worse than hell itself.
Author:PortulTrademark
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