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Hey guys, thought I'd give you an update on the whole 'Hooded guy' thing.
So, I assume you all saw the broadcast T mentioned in his post, it was everywhere after all. T's been on red alert ever since, going into a huge panic and a massive overload finding stuff out. He started rising into the air, spinning rapidly on the spot, as all his machines, devices, gadgets, computers, tv's, etc, let out this high pitched whine and then started making this weebly beeping noise, with binary flying across all the screens. Occasionally a picture of HG or a teammate popped up on a screen, being analysed or something, and vanished again. Same thing happened on my phone. Wisps of faint colour or light seemed to come from the machines, outside, and the air itself, and fly into him. He started mumbling frantically, and roots burst into life at his feet, spreading outside. After a few minutes of this, he calmed down and collapsed to the floor. 'I really, REALLY shouldn't do that just after lunch. Eurgh.'
He looked ill. He slowly sat up, rubbing his head, and looked at me. 'We don't have long.'
'Your eyes are green, with scrolling binary?'
'Oh, sorry. Must be why my visions gone bad.' He shook his head, scrunching his face and blinking rapidly. 'Ah, that's better. Rag, I need you to go to SOLAR'S base, assemble the team. Open the videolink when you're all ready, I'll give you more instructions then.'
'Sure, we'll be ready.'
I tripped over a root on my way out, as it receded and died.
'Hey, did the roots actually TELL you anything?'
'Yep'
'Like what?'
'More than you'd think.'
'.....right. Thanks for clearing that up.'
I got over here ok, and called everyone. Thought I'd do this while I waited. T set up a voice thing, so I'm actually dictating this. This actually picks up sound really well, it's great. I'm in the main observatory area, and I'm a few metres from the computer, talking normally, and its getting everything clearly, even punctuating pauses and stuff.
Ah, I do love it when you people blog.
What?! You!
Hmm, it doesn't just pick up your voice it seems, it's following me too. To business. You are Ragnarok. You are mine.
Not bloody likely! Computer, open wavelength to record directly from Ragnarok's phone! I'm getting out of here!
Tempest program 4 activated. Audio record of secondary electronic unit b in effect.
'T? Code, I dunno, hooded guy. Code hooded guy!'
'What!? Ok, get to the planet room! I'm so sorry I sent you over there! You shouldn't have gone alone!'
'Not your fault, don't worry about it. Why am I going to a dead end room?
'You're not. You're going to a room with planets and a skylight.'
'Oh. Ok, nearly in, woah, Pluto's got a big hole now?'
'Get in.'
'oooooook.....hey it's closing!'
'Duh. Hold tight!'
'Wha?! What the hell is it doing?!'
'Taking off.'
'Wow.'
(smashing noise)
'Holy (CENSORED via program 243)'
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'Owwww! Better landing please?'
'Sorry. But you're out, and quite far away from the base.'
'Yeah, thanks, I'll head back over to you.'
No, you won't.
'Rag? Who was that? Is someone with you?'
'Oh (CENSORED via program 243)'

Console destroyed. Emergency Tempest program 249 activated. Autoblog of last known recording in progress.