The hacker names that correpond to file extensions are given in parentheses. These names were not included in the original files; in fact, most of the names remained unknown until the end of the game.
Sun,
26 Oct 2003 01:11:11 GMT bigmclargehuge.mic (Scratch) |
Quicktime
movie containing: off the grid a hero for omg! everybody what's your is this your what are you i think i know |
Sun, 26 Oct 2003 01:39:34 GMT bigmclargehuge.doc (Breakpoint) |
Sun, 26 Oct 2003 01:41:29 GMT bigmclargehuge2.doc (Breakpoint) |
Sun, 26 Oct 2003 01:44:36 GMT bigmclargehuge.jpg (Caesar) |
Sun, 26 Oct 2003 01:45:26 GMT bigmclargehuge.txt (Texel) |
um ... what? |
Sun, 26 Oct 2003 01:47:08 GMT bigmclargehuge.kbp (Mello) |
dun get it. oooooookey, so we're here and what? d00d, i don't got all day to be messing around with pity parties n stuph. what is up yer ass, scritchah? caesar?!!?!?! why fight? all love! ha! LOL, like that will ever happen. there be nothing here that i can see, cap'n! locked like a drum, dunno how you got in, nice job, but ??? what are we looking at? |
Sun, 26 Oct 2003 01:48:35 GMT bigmclargehuge2.jpg (Caesar) |
Sun, 26 Oct 2003 01:50:26 GMT bigmclargehuge3.jpg (Caesar) |
Dude,
what are you doing? I should pull these files, we shouldn't be here. What
are you up to? Where'd you get that pic? We gotta talk IRL. |
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this is the only time you've had the frikkin' rug pulled out from under you. i bet you don't like this at all, you pansy! you're sneaking around, USING us to do the sweat on this network, and it's all for YOU YOU YOU. I know what's up with you, with him, with HER, with your off-the-grid homeboy lie that you've been living. you're on the run, kid, and they're going to find you, i bet. any day now, with their smarts and their code and their ways of making you NOT EXIST. that's right, stupid, *I* am the idiot that couldn't figure it out, and yet you left that trail for me like electric breadcrumbs. yer vague as hell, sonny, but 2 and 2 makes 5 if you think for one moment the rest of us are gonna hang onto your plans as if we were just loopholing our way through the digital universe. this noble/roman doesn't work for free, bud. i don't appreciate being used. why don't you give us all a little lowdown, a bit of the old family tree. it might do you good, mister sensitive. you could get a load off your chest. you could share. sharing time is now. out with it. |
Sun, 26 Oct 2003 01:54:54 GMT bigmclargehuge.lhp (Bounce) |
caesar, should i feel used? i'm uh, a bit at a loss, here. you want my trust, you're gonna have to give me the skinny on the intrigue. right. hmmm. |
Sun, 26 Oct 2003 01:56:53 GMT bigmclargehuge.graffle (Omni) |
Sun, 26 Oct 2003 01:59:04 GMT bigmclargehuge2.txt (Texel) |
i'd
think it'd be up to caesar to reveal what he wants to reveal. tavernpointe
was supposed to be for fun, but it never really did get that way. i've
been compiling all this info, and i think that even if our boy did have
some sort of an agenda, what we're seeing here is an amazing pattern,
a shockingly logical progression of data. i have it here - i've roundtabled
it through three different sequences in different mining programs. the
disc backups that i've gotten from some of you, along with my complete
archives? c'mon, scratch, even if there was something more to this for
caesar personally, than what we're seeing with our own eyes, you'd have
to admit that it's gotten our interest for some weeks now. |
Sun, 26 Oct 2003 02:00:58 GMT bigmclargehuge.ypt (Random) |
Nets
pleased advance restate degrade transfuse; Fluke slack outwear mnemonics kill speak fruit. Bronze whelk plumbago fir outdistance use, Twill will restriction Bronx distracted boot! Noise hook applied production cos elope-- Chuck kind phi wrong clean fuse almighty barbed? Singe lush scale unfortunate piss assist dope; Flip dance exchange intense unpleasant barbed: It roc harpoon submersion whirr no hose? Cheer chair devout inclusion work rejoin-- Gloom mail sedan grub yard akin faun hose: Boot love jib subtend soak find squeeze lag coin: Keel t informer bus clank equip chimp? Slurp mist seigneur marine revetment imp! |
Sun, 26 Oct 2003 02:02:01 GMT bigmclargehuge.gif (Plastik) |
Ah, just shut up already, Random! ;) |
Sun, 26 Oct 2003 02:03:50 GMT bigmclargehuge2.ypt (Random) |
I am dying, slave to my eyes I
wish for someone to care - only this loneliness can invite this disease |
Sun, 26 Oct 2003 02:04:21 GMT bigmclargehuge2.lhp (Bounce) |
y'know, i think i'm out for now. i don't think i'm being used, but i don't know what's going on. even though the whomp levels weren't out of this world, anything more than that would've fried all our boxen. and i do mean fried. caesar, i'm gone. call it an instinct of self-preservation. |
Sun, 26 Oct 2003 02:05:13 GMT bigmclargehuge2.graffle (Omni) |
Sun, 26 Oct 2003 02:07:42 GMT bigmclargehuge3.mic (Scratch) |
what, cat got your tongue, boy? gone silent in the face of truth? why not go play some video games, where you can have all the intrigue and spies r us 2 feet in front of your nose. go BLIND for all i care - you've wasted all our time. |
Sun, 26 Oct 2003 02:10:59 GMT bigmclargehuge3.txt (Texel) |
way too
harsh.
what's happened, though, is this: the safety in numbers i had thought was our greatest strength has now become a misnomer. we're left in the dust here, caesar, and i can't be having with all my meticulous work being thrown to the strange digital wolves that've been prowling around lately. not only is the whomp a huge blip on our radar, here in 'hackerland,' but there've been rumors of things happening in fleshspace, too. someone's cracking down and tracking down. something's rippling the surface. i feel like we're getting too close, and we don't agree on what to do. because of you, caesar, we don't even know -what- we're doing. i am, with great regret, out as well. the chain's broken. you had a chance to tell us (or even hint at) these dark secrets of yours. we're not hip to the jive, and so we must part. the greater good cannot abide your mystery, and that's a problem. |
Sun, 26 Oct 2003 02:12:49 GMT bigmclargehuge4.jpg (Caesar) |
I guess the tribe has fucking spoken. |