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[LOCKED] EverymanHYBRID 2011
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Gimme20dollaz
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 		Finally doing something useful. Contents of Dubious.zip:
Spoiler (Rollover to View):
>Subfolder: Dubious
=>Subfolder: data
==>contents: none
=>subfolder: DIM-1
==>contents: subfolder: region
===>contents: r.0.0.mcr, r.0.-1.mcr, r.-1.0.mcr, r.-1.-1.mcr
=>Subfolder: region
==>contents: see above
=>level.dat
=>level.dat_old
=>session.lock

Also, maybe mcr stands for something else...like micro...

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Dr.Block
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 		Oh my God this is a Minecraft save. This is the best day of my life.

Alright, I have Minecraft, so I'm going to make a video of this. It will be up when I'm done playing it, this might take a while.

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Luipaard
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Dr.Block wrote:
Oh my God this is a Minecraft save. This is the best day of my life.

Alright, I have Minecraft, so I'm going to make a video of this. It will be up when I'm done playing it, this might take a while.


Thank god for you.
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Neoplayer2
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 		How did we even know that PITY133 is the password? How'd you figure that out so fast? O_o
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DarkDreamChronicle ARG. Magnificent stuff!

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Ouroborus
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 		Someone with the capabilites should do a ustream of it.

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Exploding8
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 		Alright, confirmed minecraft save. When you first enter you walk out into a sign that says "Good Luck, Rabbits". I'll link a pic in a bit.

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WaskoDS
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Neoplayer2 wrote:
How did we even know that PITY133 is the password? How'd you figure that out so fast? O_o
Skills

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grieck
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 		I'm almost half-expecting an email from him with some awful task (well, awful for the boys). Either way, an offer's an offer, regardless of how unexpected it is.

Have we tried variations of the Shade's the password bit? I've done SHADE, SHADE133, shade, shade133, but nothing so far.

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little_vicious
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 		We figured out PITY133 was the password to something because of a few different clues. Then a few minutes a go Grieck won some files from HABIT.

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notJad
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 		As there are people playing the game already, I'm poping the level open in a Mincraft editor to check if anything is hidden out of the way. Results in a few minuets.

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Wolfloner
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 		wow, this is the first time I've ever been AWAKE for a proper EMH update. Good thing I set it up to get a text when HABIT tweets. Razz

*nothing useful to say*

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Exploding8
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Ouroborus wrote:
Someone with the capabilites should do a ustream of it.


I'll see if I can get my stream to work, last time I tried it it was laggy and I messed with the settings since then :/

Here's a pic of the very beginning of the level.

http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae353/Exploding8/MinecraftRABBITS.jpg

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qaqa
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 		Here is 1995.PDF.

Quote:
07.22.1995
Although I‟m far removed from the practice, I‟m asked for my medical opinions
and for various interviews involving my time in Ohio every so often. The
Fellows Council held their annual meeting today; they wanted me to make an
appearance. Why in Florida, the good Lord only knows. During the „open
action‟ bit of the conference, Roberts brought up the Case-Study report of
the "Mining Town Four". I hadn‟t realized that people were still actually
researching the children. You would have thought that they had a celebrity in
attendance. Well, an infamous-convict at least. Today, I was the medical
Fellowship‟s Charles Manson.
For such educated men and women, you wouldn‟t believe the things, the
nonsensical things, they shouted at me, accused me of. I was a murderer. A
rapist, even. Maryann tried to reassure me, via a long distance phone call
that night. Bless her, but it wasn‟t very helpful.
Roberts tried to stop me from storming out. I may have punched him. I had to
leave that forsaken auditorium, which was adjacent to the facility‟s
pediatrics ward. I noticed a young boy with sloppy brown hair receiving
stitches in his arm. There was some family, the attending nurse, and a police
officer present. This caught my curiosity.
I forgot about the rubbish concerning the Fellows meeting and stopped in to
listen. Something about plunging from a park ranger‟s tower. Playing a game.
Not his fault. Man made him do it. My veins ran cold at the nonchalant
statement. I may have shoved the questioning policeman aside to talk to the
boy. He greeted himself as Milo.
I can‟t help but to compare his stories with my children‟s. I‟m going back to
speak to him and his family tomorrow at their house. I‟ve arranged plans to
do so. What are the odds that this boy and I are visitors in a neighboring
state on the same day, in the same facility?
-Corenthal, 11.34pm
07.23.1995.
Maybe I am just seeing patterns or possible leads in desperation. I do not
care anymore, honestly. This young boy, Milo Asher, is incredibly unique
compared to the other children I have spoken with since I have lost my own.
He is not unusually talented or gifted or anything of that nature at all.
Curiously enough, he is remarkably average as far as children are concerned.
However, the way he speaks about his dreams… that is what sets Milo apart
from the others.
Since the eighties I‟ve spoken to many children who were disturbed due to a
terrible father-figure, or an alcoholic mother, or an abusive sibling, etc.
etc. Of course, they each deserve the utmost attention and care in order to
cease this unnecessary scarring. But these incidents, they were not what I
was looking for. As a doctor, of course I wanted to help them. However, if
that was simply the case, I would still be home. If that were the case, I
would have never have left Ohio. If that were the case, Milo would have been
just another boy resisting stitches in the hallway of a busy hospital.
I arrived at the Asher household around eleven am. It was a comfortable house
in a quiet neighborhood just outside of the heavily-developed portion of
town. I may have driven through it on the way to the convention in Florida.
It seemed that Mrs. Asher was relatively happy to see me. If nothing else,
she wasn‟t spiteful of her son‟s necessity for help. She helped me to the
kitchen and I found Milo coloring at the table. We were offered tea and he
had accepted for each of us.
Mrs. Asher had apparently lost her husband, Robert, years earlier.
Considering Milo must have been very young when this happened, I did not push
on the topic. There was no need to dwell on such subjects.
On the way to the house, I had stopped in at a craft parlor and purchased a
small key-and-lock journal for the boy. The way he spoke out at the hospital
led me to believe that he enjoyed stringing words together, regardless of
what he was actually saying. I was correct. He was extremely surprised and
eager to mess around with it when I took it out of my bag. He rapidly came to
the realization that a key-and-lock journal required an actual key to
properly work with.
We would have to speak before he received the key.
He was relatively easy to work with. He didn‟t avoid the questioning, he
didn‟t duck around corners or advert the situation on hand. Without me even
mentioning it, he brought up dreams and the recurring nightmares that he had
been having. His other doctor had simply dismissed them as night-terrors and
of no medical concern. This was, of course, overlooking the fact that a
seemingly sentient entity had told young Milo to leap from a ranger‟s tower
in a park. (I would like to know the name of this foolish doctor.)
The discussion led to the key-player (subtle pun intended) in that beloved
phrase that seemed to be popping up everywhere in my personal history: "Man"
– The Man made me do it. (Man doesn't like to share, etc.) I could not
possibly overlook this detail – it screamed of parallels between Milo and my
own children.
I had nearly spat out my tea. Or choked. Or both.
Hoping that I had not fooled myself into believing that Milo was more similar
to my own than he actually was, I had looked over my old diary entries when I
returned from the Asher house – the quotes were all there, almost twenty-five
years ago, and again, today, coming from a young boy who seemed to enjoy
recklessness a bit too much.
So we discussed the "Man" – for quite a bit.
In an almost whimsical nature, Milo described this creature: Tall. Lanky in
structure. Dozens upon dozens of branch-like appendages. A completely
featureless face. I had asked Milo if he enjoyed horror movies. He didn‟t
really care for them.
I remembered my children‟s various pieces of artwork from over the years.
Just before I sat down to this diary entry, I dusted off my old chest and reexamined
the kids‟ old pieces. Evan‟s picture-book, Stephanie and Vincent‟s
drawings, Jeffrey‟s short-stories – briefly sweeping over them, there were
numerous hints towards this tall man. Good God.
Milo seemed frightened of this man, but also held a sense of… let‟s just say,
concerned respect. Accepted inevitability. This worried me a great deal. He
didn‟t seem eager to rid himself of this man, more so that he accepted this
as how things would be and could not seek an accommodating change from its
standing.
He went on to tell me that this man had a particular plan for him, for other
children, too. They were all to go on a great journey together. The way Milo
described it, it seemed like a vacation, disregarding the melancholy nature
in which he told it.
I felt incredibly foolish asking him this (and I still do for recollecting
it) but I asked him… I asked him if he knew any of my children, any children
named Evan, Jeffrey, Vincent, or Stephanie. Almost expectedly, he didn‟t. A
television that was on in the living room unexpectedly shot up to maximum
volume and then promptly turned off. Mrs. Asher muttered something under her
breath and I heard her rise from her seat to examine the piece. The silence
between the peculiar incident concerning the TV and Mrs. Asher‟s comment was
occupied by this dull buzzing noise that seemed to be emitting from the
entire house, almost as if a microphone was just nearly too-close to its
speaker.
Milo‟s attention suddenly perked up and he told me that he knew my children,
contradicting his previous uncertainties. "They‟ve already been there,
Doctor."
I was aghast.
I asked Milo what he meant. His attention snapped, yet again, and he stared
at me curiously; he had no idea what I was talking about. I thanked the boy
and his mother and was on my way. I promised to be back in touch with them
soon. As soon as I had entered my car, I broke down sobbing for a few
moments. What the hell did the boy mean – they've already been there, Doctor.
They‟ve been dead since 1981. I cannot do anything to change that. Milo was
confused. I can‟t go off of an impaired child‟s off-hand comment in order to
chance the impossible. I won‟t risk dragging Linnie back into this; she has
her own life now.
But what did that mean – they've already been there. Does this mean… that
they have left this place? That they‟ve escaped?
-Corenthal, 11.47pm
(On a rather curious side-note: as I left the house of Asher, I noticed
something across the way. There was a torn piece of black cloth, gently
pinched to a dying thorn bush that had caught my eye. I pulled the burlapesque
material from the plant and felt suddenly lightheaded. This cloth gave
my skin the sensation of a soft vibration and made me feel slightly ill. I
was going to take it to an old friend, to see if he could make any sense of
it.)

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grieck
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 		The clues were these: http://everymanhybrid.wikia.com/wiki/Centralia_Note

Shade's password is Pity.

But we're still missing one password.

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Gimme20dollaz
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 		Minecraft? Is it just me, or did EMH jump the shark.

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