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Anonymous Sun 27 Oct 2024 04:59:13 No.70321917 Report
Quoted By: >>70322177 >>70322493
>>70321894
Hi Shapeanon. Can I get your idea of Anon’s time at Rock Bottom?
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Anonymous Sun 27 Oct 2024 05:25:23 No.70322493 Report
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Pt.1
>Another day in this shithole of a town.
>Rockbottom,Oregon.
>The weather is as crappy as ever. The near constant overcast and rain makes for miserable people.
>Not to mention the majority of the people who live here are below the poverty line
>No wonder it's called rock bottom. There’s nowhere to go but up if you’re escaping this place. At least I didn’t get it so bad. I have a house with electricity and internet.
>It’s a saturday so at least I don't have to go to school today. RockBottom High School is as Joyful as the town itself, Half the building is in disrepair and the classrooms are all damp and smell like mold.
>Typical for a nearly human only town. No funding or support from the meteor dodgers in the government but we make due.
>My parents kicked me out of the house for a little bit, something about “spending too much time talking to your internet girlfriend Annie may” or some shit.
>With my newfound freetime I decide to head out of the “suburban” area, or at least the closest there is to one and into the “urban” area, passing by plenty of drab looking homes and some kids doing their best to enjoy the day playing in their yards.
>Making my way downtown.
>Walking fast.
>No faces to pass.
>Eventually I make it to the densest part of the town and eye out anything that could be particularly interesting.
>Hobos? Nah too dirty.
>Convenience store? Nah I already got hella snacks and sodas at home.
>Computer cafe? Wait why is there even a net cafe still open in the year of our lord 202-whatever.
>They got cheap rates so might as well. Might be able to catch up on saturna if they have headphones.
>Heading inside the place looked and smelled a lot nicer than I thought.
>Glancing to the side a Biker chick whose name tag just said “Tusk” gestured over to the rows of computer booths at the back without looking up from her phone “Go ahead and use any of them, first two hours are free they’ll log you out when time is up”.
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Anonymous Sun 27 Oct 2024 05:44:43 No.70322827 Report
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Pt.2
>Very cool.
>The booth I end up at is dusty beyond belief. The keyboard makes a loud clack with every keypress and the mouse has a hard boiled egg in the bottom. Was that door a portal to fucking 2005?
>I press the power button on the PC tower aaaaand…..
>”Ew what the fuck?”
>The screen greets me with a Windows XP logo.
>”It’s better than nothing I guess………..”
>Finally managing to get logged into the Pc with the credentials taped to the wall of the booth I double click the Internet explorer logo and Begin my wait.
>After what seems like decades have passed the Popup finally appears and automatically opens me to an LOL messenger account that seems to have never logged out.
>The username of the account reads “Ptwo Ptone Ptero” and the person they most recently chatted with some 15 years ago was “Hammy Sammy.”
>The most brief conflict was waged in my mind before I decided that the conversation happened so long ago that both of these people probably forget it even happened. I’m gonna read it.
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Anonymous Sun 27 Oct 2024 05:45:29 No.70322852 Report
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Pt.3/ end
>The conversation seems to be between a couple, not a young one mind you but one that seems to have already been together for a while, judging by how comfortable they chat.
>”Ptwo Ptone Ptero” seems to be a police officer of some sort, who had been transferred up to Rockbottom for some months to help handle the riots that were happening at the time.
>Racking my brain I could vaguely remember my father had taken part in the riots, not as one of the rioters but as a part of the police force that was getting assistance.
>I scroll back farther down their history, learning more of these lovers through the messages they sent each other, engrossed in reading the lore of a couple I’ll never meet.
>Not long after I read the final message the computer shuts off on me. Seems my two hours are up.
>I get out of what can only be described as the world's LEAST comfortable chair and start heading out the door to find someplace else to bum around at
>The last message I read between the two rings in my head for some odd reason
>”I’m going to be in Volcalderia bluffs soon again my love <3. Can’t wait to see you again”

There you go. Like I said not the best