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*whitenoise to stable audio*
I apologize for being gone so long. Ice had to move somewhere rural.. if you could consider anywhere in this wasteland rural.
They had found my previous hideout. I pray they won't find this one.
A funny thing, praying. As if the droids aren't Gods in their own right. Humans played gods too, though. Bold of us to believe we are untouchable. I wonder what it's like in the planet you all live on now. Is it lush? Thriving? Have you learned your mistakes and promote the life around you to live freely or have you set it on the path of destruction the way you did with Earth? I suppose I'll never know. I like to think it's not the latter.
I have better equipment, as you can hear. I risked a lot to reach you. I hope you'll reach back to me. Or maybe you won't. Perhaps you're just an observer. Perhaps most of the gods we thought of were mere observers as well, our prayers a way to earn solace in our choices.
I hope to find a video broadcaster soon. Perhaps then you will reach me as I can prove I'm human like you.
Lacuna Broadcast end. I will reach for you soon
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* static to clear noise. Audio sounds stable *
They're scary, you know. I guess everything is when you're the only one of your species here, but besides that...why must humanity's creations be so terrifying? What did we do to make them out for blood?
I don't think I could fathom being so void and angry like they are. They mimic us though. Its funny..how much they despise humans and yet we are the only things they've ever really known and so they copy us.
I guess they copied our anger as well, and then drove us off the planet.
There's not much left of Earth anyways.
Most of this is just a very large junkyard with the biggest cities crawling with the Droid. They haven't found me yet, though. I guess I should feel grateful but I'm honestly just paranoid.
Maybe they have found me but decided to let me die slowly.
And they don't sleep. Not really. They just...pause. Everyone just stops moving and the world goes dead silent. The only way I know the world is still moving is the fact that I can still feel my own breath. They don't register anything when they stop. Thats when I go find parts or when I broadcast. The movement and sounds I make keep me sane.
They also don't speak anymore. They just look at each other and somehow theyve communicated everything.
I'm both terrified and envious of them.
Lacuna Broadcast end. I will reach for you soon. If you're about there.
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* quiet static, echoey audio, warehouse type of echo*
The thing about a wiped species is that it was never anything new to humans. I think that's what the problem was. We detat-*static* ourselves from nature and then we paid the price. We became the hunted instead of the hunters.
They outsmarted us. They became con-*static*-ous. The amount of gasoline and fuel and pollution needed to jet off the rest of what was left of *static*-munity rocked Earth's ecosystem so badly that now most of this is a wasteland. I'd be lucky to even see a full grown tree at this rate.
They don't even need trees. Just parts. And we built them to last..no..we built them to outlast.
I'm starting to think no one is going to come get me. Why would they? Why risk it? I'm a whole solar *static*-tem away, on a dying planet. I don't think the trip is worth it, honestly.
...I guess I keep broadcasting so that maybe someone can hear me and I won't be alone when I die here
*static*-una Broadcast End. I will reach for you soon
If you're even listening.
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*static crackle faint to white noise* ....Earth has been void of humanity for a while. I suppose most people are born in Andromeda's system now, so they may not know much about here, *crackle*-ecially since we were chased out. Somehow we made it so we became the bottom of the food chain. Although.. how can it be a chain when there is only one prey and one predator? We built them, the *crackle* -oids.....but at what cost?? They wiped us out of this entire planet and now I'm all alone.
I need stronger equipment for this broadcasting...ill have to face them soon..won't I... *static and white noise for a approx. 3 minutes*
(Sigh) Even if no ones out there to hear me, its a nice thought to pretend I'm talking to someone...even its just me
Lacuna broadcast end. I will reach for you soon
*static returns and broadcast ends*
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* crackle to white noise, echoey audio*
(Clear) I think someone found me. From the minimal media I can access i believe someone has found me. They're writing transcripts of what I say but I don't think they're a bad person. No.
Well whoever is helping me I hope you can reach more people. I found some more spare parts. Useful ones. I can't tell you my coordinates but maybe ill find a way to give you clues that "they" can't find out.
That will be a while though. They're very smart.
I'm hoping I can reach more people. Maybe not all hope is lost. Someone is out there, I know it. Maybe more are, too.
Lacuna broadcast end. I will reach for you soon.
*crackle returns, white noise*
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* faint crackling *
(Muffled) is this working? Wait no..hold on...
* louder white noise, crackling fading into the background, muffled shuffling *
(Clearer) alright.. I think I got it. Hello. If anyone can hear this than maybe I'm not alone. Hopefully humanity isn't gone for good. You may call me Lacuna, if you wish to refer to me at all. I'm putting this out there in hopes that someone can find me.
Not "them" hopefully. Anyone but those monstrosities. Although *crackle *-abye its not their fault they're this way.
Find me if you can please
I will stop broadcasting now. This equipment won't last for a longer message.
* crackling and white noise return *
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