Yeah, pretty fucked up that the only way to send messages in this place is through the only website that's kept together by the ghost of IT past. Which is weird, by the way, but not as weird as the time I hit the number 14 on the elevator and forgot that this building only has 13 stories. Maybe that's where it all started? It's like this place is getting amnesia, forgetting what parts of it are supposed to be real.I have this weird feeling that it has trouble parsing digital information, which may be why it's been trying to decay the email signals and warp communication. So we're doing this through hosting geocaching because not even a structural anomaly remembers how to do a Git pull.
- Gorkov