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Golem
(https://forums.terraria.org/index.php?threads/qeb-olibmixvfkd-qbooxofxk-qxsbok-ooc.78004/ OOC Thread)
Well...
This is strange. Peculiar. Weird. Unusual.
You seem to be in what appears to be a ruined bar.
It is unkempt, tables and chairs knocked over, and cobwebs old enough that even their inhabitants found them a lost cause.
The strangest part of it, is that it seems to be... moving?
Sporadically. Almost as if it were fighting with itself. Glitching.
A lone man is behind the bar. He is looking directly at you, but, doesn't say or do anything.
His eyes are glazed over as if he were in a trance, or just daydreaming.
As you look between the man and the ruined tavern, you feel a sudden burst of familiarity.
You've been here before. You've laughed here before, played here, fought here, done just about everything possible here.

You finally turn around, something you have not yet done, and what you see sends a chill down your spine.
Or rather, what you don't see.
It should be there, you remember it clearly being right there.
But it isn't.
The door. The only way out.
"Ahem," You hear.
Glancing back, the man is awake.
"You're finally back. It certainly has been quite a while. Welcome back to..." he begins saying, but cuts himself off...
A moment passes as he seems to just sit there, in a similar trance as before.
But then...





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HacknetOS initializing.....
[insert wall of text that literally nobody but people who work in IT will understand]
loading x-server.sys....
loading netserver.sys....
loading internalserver.sys....
loading config.sys....
---BOOT COMPLETE---
Program wakes up, and pushes himself up off the floor
 
Everyone
You wake up and experience the events that happened in the first post.
((Don't want to have to do it for everyone, let's just get the show on the road.))​
 
*Suddenly appears though a portal and wakes up*
"Ugh... I really need to get those malfuctions fix-"
*My face suddenly becomes that of surprise, as I get up*
"I feel like I've been here before..."
 
Program
He doesn't seem to hear you initially, just looking confused at himself.
He perks up.
"A-ah. Hmm... Well, you seem to be a bit newer here." he says looking at you.
"Though I bet you still feel as if you've been here before."
He begins looking around at his environment.
"...Seems that even this place hasn't withstood the passing time."

Murph
The man looks at you.
Close inspection of him really pulls on your strings of nostalgia, though you're not sure from what.
"Ah, there's a more familiar place." He says, delighted.
"There certainly are not as many here as in the past."
He sighs.
"Well, I guess I best introduce myself. I'm the Yxohbbm" He says, in the same, strange voice.
He sighs once more.
"Something is wrong. Something must have happened," he mutters, seemingly to himself.
He walks out from behind the bar.
"The tavern must not be in the same place. Something happened between now, and it's previous closing."
He turns a chair up, and sits down, to think.
 
"Yeah. This place is a wreck. And in more ways than one."
*Looks around for somewhere to go. At the very least, the arcade room.*
 
((Last post for me tonight.))
Murph
You walk over to one of the side doors which leads to the arcade.
You pull on the handle only to find it locked.
Almost like out of a video game, text appears in front of the door
"A key must be found."
"A key huh?" the man says.
He has walked over, to see what you're doing.
"Well, it could have something to do with the weird things I've been saying. That's what I think anyway."
He looks around, and back at you.
"You wouldn't happen to know any type of code, that could help, would you?"​
 
"no i've... definitely never been here before..."
I push a barstool up, and climb onto it, and sit down
"but what do you mean by 'withstood the passing of time'?"
 
"Well, I was here before, though not much, and I've got to say, this place was in a WAY better condition than it is now. It was also way less... unstable, if you know what I mean."
 
I am called Foreman, but is it not that we all are puppets, being controlled by those behind the screens?
 
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The strangest part of it, is that it seems to be... moving?
Sporadically. Almost as if it were fighting with itself. Glitching.

"Well, there's a lot of moving objects that seems peculiar. If the door is the same, I wouldn't mess with it."
(Using quote to explain, because if I said it without the quote, it would just look weird.)
 
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