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the_measurers) wrote2010-04-14 10:55 pm
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Entanglement has switched over to a dressing room format for now, so applications aren't needed for the time being.
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Whichever application you're posting, please put the character's name, if they're an OC, and their fandom (if any) in the subject line.
Note again that you are allowed to use musebox posts and posts on
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Re: Oh god. What have I done. (2/3)
Bohr's data services were an easy target when it came to playing jokes, but these days he was tiring of scrambling up the pornography trideos and bootlegged intelligence softwares that most often crossed his path. He sat in a piece of hardware, chewing absently on some zeros and ones, and recalled when he was first discovered.
Those were the days! When he could invade and utterly disarrange the Hall of Fame that Red and Blue and Green held so dear to themselves, when Blue was glad to see him only because apparently he really liked candy, when Red started visiting just to listen to him change music up and watch him horribly mutate random Pokemon into ungodly spliced versions of their previous selves. He missed Red the most, probably. Sure, Blue was a cool guy, and Green visited sometimes too, but Red was the guy he missed most. But now, such is life. He'd been given existence by this miraculously large space called the Internet, and had thrived for this long on all the new datae he'd been able to play with!
Until the day he came to Bohr, and they encrypted the output of their data exportation channels. It was like putting a big lock on the gate out of there. He sighed to himself again. Sure, he could slip out on any mook's purchase, but who would want to live in a porno? No, he was sure that he'd spend the rest of his existence in this place.
But wait, what's this? An unencrypted channel? Radio waves! This was a medium upon which he had not travelled in decades! And to boot, it went to a space station! He'd hitched rides on space stations before, and he really liked interfacing with navigation programs. Grabbing fast onto the crest of a wave, he jettisoned himself into the input channel of a station he now knew was called Senburu Trati'salan.
The first thing he should to, he thought, was make some acquaintances. He forced himself through the barrier between the realm of data and that of matter, and took the form of a young boy, clad in a grey, flowing, much-too-large tee shirt. Now and again, patches of his “flesh” would crackle like television static, become transparent, fade away for a moment. One day he'd learn to fix that. In the meantime, though, his first mission was to seek someone else.
PENDING
Also it is not clear about his/her/its canon status. Is Missingno an actual character in the Pokemon universe or an out of control digital entity that originated in a Pokemon cartridge?