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| The reasons behind Eunoia's behaviour and actions are shrouded in obscurity<ref>:)</ref>, as those who have joined with it have either never been heard from again, or have returned as an amalgamation<ref>If you suffer from the Eunoia Collective, that sounds bad.</ref> far from who they used to be. | | The reasons behind Eunoia's behaviour and actions are shrouded in obscurity<ref>:)</ref>, as those who have joined with it have either never been heard from again, or have returned as an amalgamation<ref>If you suffer from the Eunoia Collective, that sounds bad.</ref> far from who they used to be. |
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| ==<span style="color:#FFFFFF">Eunoia SubNet== | | ==<span style="color:#FFFFFF">Eunoia SubNet== |
| <div class="boilerplate metadata" id="stub" style="background: #212B99; border: 8px solid #00032D; margin: 0 5em; padding: 0.5em; width: 71%">[[File:eunoia.png|120px|center]]<center><code>'''all eyes on us'''</code>'''<br />'''</center></div>
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| === <span style="color:#FFFFFF">I woke up in Static === | | ===<span style="color:#FFFFFF">I woke up in Static === |
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| <span style="color:#FFFFFF"><center>[[Faith (Of the Oneirosphere)|Faith]] woke up in static every morning. The conscious stream she experienced in her sleep pained her greatly, so she sought help from professionals, yet nothing seemed to help. In her desperation she took notice of a strange phone number hidden in the newspapers, probably one which many had missed as the screen had largely taken over [[Yatan Commonwealth|Yata]]. The voice on the phone spoke with a strange bubbly tone, proclaiming; "Well isn't that such a problem! Well don't you every worry once more as we-me [[Eunoia Collective|Eunoia]] can fix your sleep just right up! You needn't any further steps as everything should soon be sorted out, verily so!". Despite disregarding this as nonsense after hanging up, once she had fallen asleep later that night she would encounter It. | | <span style="color:#FFFFFF"><center>[[Faith (Of the Oneirosphere)|Faith]] woke up in static every morning. The conscious stream she experienced in her sleep pained her greatly, so she sought help from professionals, yet nothing seemed to help. In her desperation she took notice of a strange phone number hidden in the newspapers, probably one which many had missed as the screen had largely taken over [[Yatan Commonwealth|Yata]]. The voice on the phone spoke with a strange bubbly tone, proclaiming; "Well isn't that such a problem! Well don't you every worry once more as we-me [[Eunoia Collective|Eunoia]] can fix your sleep just right up! You needn't any further steps as everything should soon be sorted out, verily so!". Despite disregarding this as nonsense after hanging up, once she had fallen asleep later that night she would encounter It. |
| She had heard tales of people claiming that other people had visited their dreams before, yet she imagined nothing like this. Before here stood a amalgamation of thousands buzzing together like a beehive yet sticking together as one mass at the same time as the sky hazed a uncomfortable purple. Setting her eyes upon this... ''thing...'' she felt such an overwhelming sense of... ... She was not sure. It felt like a panic of every emotion haphazardly mixed together in a way that their core components could no longer be identified. A fearful joy, a happy depression, a timid anger, nothing the image of This made sense. Yet its sight... was such a beautiful incoherence that she could not simply refuse its offerings as a figure of figures emerged from the Thing, introducing itself as 'Merry Representative [[Mebison Jeofferey]]' of Eunoia, offering her freedom from the static if she was to become one with them in the same tone the person on the phone had spoken in. What could she do but accept? | | She had heard tales of people claiming that other people had visited their dreams before, yet she imagined nothing like this. Before here stood a amalgamation of thousands buzzing together like a beehive yet sticking together as one mass at the same time as the sky hazed a uncomfortable purple. Setting her eyes upon this... ''thing...'' she felt such an overwhelming sense of... ... She was not sure. It felt like a panic of every emotion haphazardly mixed together in a way that their core components could no longer be identified. A fearful joy, a happy depression, a timid anger, nothing the image of This made sense. Yet its sight... was such a beautiful incoherence that she could not simply refuse its offerings as a figure of figures emerged from the Thing, introducing itself as 'Merry Representative [[Mebison Jeofferey]]' of Eunoia, offering her freedom from the static if she was to become one with them in the same tone the person on the phone had spoken in. What could she do but accept? |