Sunday, October 22, 2006


It kills me to type these words, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to shut down the game. I just don't have time to keep it up anymore... and certain negative reactions have completely destroyed my self esteem. I sincerely apologize to those who were still interested in the game and the storyline, but it's just too much for me to continue updating.

For anyone still interested, here's how the story was planned out:

Video from Eyeofthesnake showing Emmy in a single-cell room, sobbing. Flip to man who might be Stan Cherry, lying on the ground. Then show a map of the country, with California outlined in red.

Luc runs away to go find Emmy, claiming he got an email with GPS coordinates to the Eye of the Snake hideout.

He is captured by the Eye of the Snake, but they make him blog as if he was still free.

They force HIM to take the shot, let Emmy go, and she writes one final post on his page about the whole ordeal and her side of the experience. That's the end.

Again, I'm really sorry that my first foray into the world of puppetmastering didn't pan out. I had a blast while it was still going on, but I think it's time I've moved on. I've definitely learned what kind of puzzles work and which ones don't, and what kind of plot twists are acceptable to the online ARG-playing community. I've learned good ways of launching a game (which definitely do NOT include spamming message boards) and I've learned that shills=bad. If the game is good, people will play. If it's not, then it doesn't finish correctly. Sorry!

Puppetmaster a.k.a. Mr. L.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Sorry I Haven't Blogged In A While...

...but I had nothing to blog about. I'm getting worried. I haven't heard anything from the kidnappers in a few days... ever since that note was left on my doorstep. I realized that the capitalized letters led to a blog from Janice Moss, supposedly one of the kidnappers. I dunno what all that means, but I guess I should pay attention to it.

I'm really sorry I've left you all out in the dark lately. I've been trying to catch up with school, and I haven't been doing so well. The twins are both sick with something (possibly pneumonia, which is creeping me out.) I haven't spoken to Jake; whenever I see him coming in the hallway I go the other way. It's still really awkward; the more I think about what he did, the more I think he was under the influence of one of the Eye of the Snake.

So, I'm sorry, but that's about it for now. As soon as I get word of something from the kidnappers, I'll let you know. I'm guessing, from the Eye of the Wolf blog, that they're getting settled into wherever they moved to.

Hopefully I'll have something to write soon!

Monday, October 16, 2006

Seattle Roll Call Is Closing!

I am shocked.  Yesterday, Seattle Roll Call put up an announcement on its website that they're closing because of the disappearance of Stan Cherry.  I'm certain The Eye of the Snake has him.  What else could it be?  They said he disappeared on Thursday, which was the same night they told me to "BEGIN" and filmed me from outside my house.  Ugh.  Things are getting scary. 
Now that they've left Seattle, they're not going to be able to kidnap anyone else close to me.  That's a plus, I guess, but I really hope they're not going to hurt the ones they've already taken.  I have been trying not to think lately of what I'll feel like if this is all for nothing, and they inject Emmy anyway at the end.  I'm going to be furious... and possibly a bit suicidal...
Everything else seems to have been quiet today.  I noticed the Eye of the Snake YouTube has another image link in the Channel Title field... another profile... another clue that leads nowhere new.  I guess it's good to know more about the people who took Emmy, but what if it's fake?  What if it's an alias?  What if it doesn't really matter?  What if they're trying to frame normal 4400s?  It's kind of weird, though, that both profiles we've gotten so far have people with tattoos of animals on their left arms. 
People today are asking me when Emmy's going to get better.  It's frustrating.  I really wish I could ask somebody REAL for help, but we all know that's not going to happen.  I need to do this by myself with people I've never met (and who've never met Emmy.) 
So, I have to go for today.  If you see anything let me know.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

A Note On The Porch

Sorry for leaving you hanging like that, but I was afraid it was the Eye of the Snake. Yeah, I'm really paranoid right now.

I got to the door and saw a woman running down the street. She was too far away to chase, so I gave up. There was a piece of paper lying on the porch. I typed it out, exactly as it is on the paper, in a post on the forum. As usual, you need the password... I'm sorry to do this to you. I'll give you a hint for the LAST password, which I don't think anyone's found yet. Your clue is in my profile on the forum.

Anyway, back to Jake. Woah... lights are flickring... Ok that's good. Better. Thought I was going to lose power.

So, when I said I hadn't seen Emmy in a while, and that's why I was upset, Jake looked like he didn't believe me. He asked if I would please go to the dance.

I said no, of course. I'd already decided that I wouldn't.

"Come on Luc. Please?" he whined. He was starting to freak me out, to be honest. "I want you to be there, Luc."

I backed away from him, but he came at me. To my utter shock, he started rubbing his hands on my chest and groaning a little. "Luc, come to the dance with me."

I turned and ran. I don't know what happened to him or why he went all freaky, but he decided he wanted me to be his date. And that is NOT ok. I don't know if the Eye of the Snake was controlling him or something. Maybe one of them can control moods... they made him love me. And it really freaked me out.

So last night I sat at home, alone, again. Emmy is going to be so upset that we missed Homecoming; that's the reason I asked her out to begin with. We wanted to go to homecoming together. But, now that can't happen.

I'm depressed just thinking about it... but I have to go start deciphering that note from the Eye of the Snake. It's probably important... these things always are. Good luck with the password, and when you get it, let me know what you think of the note.

They're Watching Me...

I am really freaked out right now. I went on to the Eye of the Snake GeoCities website and I found a link to a video on ZippyVideos (which I've never heard of before...) It's a movie called "isuponyou," presumably from the Eye of the Snake. The title fits nicely with the title of their first video. Eyeofthesnakeisuponyou.

The problem is, the video is of me! It looks like it was taken from outside the living room window. You can see me sitting at the computer, looking pretty distressed. I remember that night really well. It was Thursday. The reason I look so upset is because the computer wasn't working right and I was supposed to be on AIM talking to the kidnappers. To think that they were outside, watching me, just really creeps me out.

One mystery is solved, though. Remember that clue from the OF14 website? "Look in the place where it's difficult to see and you'll realize this is all about yourself?" Or something? Well, I found the link to the video in hidden text, and it's a video about ME. All about me.

Which is really creepy.


So. Yesterday.

After I finished posting, I called Jake. He convinced me to go over to his house, so I did. He lives a few blocks away, so I walked. Mom was really glad to see me get out of the house, but whatever. I wore a light jacket, because it was raining. As usual.

Jake lives in a really nice house. It's big with a carved wooden door and something like seven bedrooms. The strange thing is, he only lives with his parents. He's got two older brothers, but they went off to college three or four years ago. Anyway, that's besides the point. I knocked on the door and stood there, waiting for an answer. For a while I was terrified that they had gotten Jake too, but then the door opened. Jake's mother stood there. She has really pretty red hair, big green eyes, and lots of freckles. Irish, in case you couldn't guess.

"Luc!" she said when she saw me. I smiled, trying to smooth the hair on top of my head. "Jake's in his room."

I walked inside and went upstairs like I'd been there a million times before, which of course I have. Jake pretty much owns the entire second floor; it used to belong to his brothers but when they left his parents gave it to him. He's got a game room, a bedroom, a TV room, and a room full of exercise equipment like a treadmill and a set of weights. Yesterday, he was in the TV room. It was turned to the news.

The anchor was saying something about a drug bust on the other side of the city. When Jake saw I was there, he turned the TV off and patted the couch next to him. I went over and sat down.

"Now, Luc," he said. "I want to know what's up."

"Nothing," I said. "I'm just bummed cause I haven't seen Emmy in a while."

... I just saw someone outside the window. I'll be right back.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

I Found Stuff On My Own!!!

I think for the first time, I've found a clue on my own without the rest of you telling me about it. That's really a good sign, and my ego has been significantly inflated. XD

Here it is...

The description of the eyeofthesnake video on YouTube was changed. I don't know how long ago, but it was changed. It says "43gk2di" now. That reminded me of the image clue from the Seattle Roll Call website a few days ago, so I tried Guess what? It works! It's the first profile from their video, a lot bigger so you can actually read the blurry writing. Here's what I make of it.

NAME: Carl Steuner (?)
BORN: February 2nd, 1953
ABDUCTED: Febraury 3rd, 1975
ABILITY: Unknown
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 165 (?) lbs
HAIR COLOR: Dirty blonde
EYE COLOR: Forest Green
DISTINGUISHING MARK: Tattoo of snake on left arm

What do you think? Is that what you see?


Last night after the football game ended, Jake called me. (We lost, by the way.) Jake wanted to know why I wasn't there. I told him I wasn't feeling that great and I needed to catch up on homework. That's kind of true, although I didn't catch up on my homework. In fact, I don't think I did any real work for school at all this week. I've been too preoccupied with this whole kidnapping thing. Anyway, Jake sounded concerned. He said he wants to hang out today before the dance (he doesn't know I'm not going). I'm not sure if I want to go over his house, though. He might try some kind of intervention or whatever.

I asked my father if Stan Cherry was there the other night when he played at SRC. He said he wasn't, and he was really surprised. I'm beginning to think the Eye of the Snake might have gotten to him, too... Linda's claim that he's got pneumonia sounds too much like my excuse for Emmy to seem real. I'm almost afraid we're going to see Stan tied to a post in eyeofthesnake's next video...

Well, I've gotta go decide what I'm doing about later.

I'll write soon... if not tonight, then tomorrow. Until then, keep your eye out for something. ANYthing. We need everything we can get! : > )

Friday, October 13, 2006

I Can Hear The Fireworks

There are loud explosions outside... I'm assuming it's fireworks from the homecoming game. They have fireworks every year, and every year the fireworks are amazing. And yet here I sit, home, alone.

Dav, great job working on those profiles from the video. I tend to agree with what you've gotten there. That's better than I can do, anyway. We'll just have to see if we get some kind of confirmation from The Eye of the Snake.

Today, after I got home, Mom let me know that Carol (our friend with cancer) went in for a CAT Scan. She has several tumors, but they think they can remove them safely. We need to hope the cancer hasn't metasticized (did I spell that right?), and then this should be over. She might not need chemo after all. Mom also asked me if everything has been all right lately. She said while I was at school today someone called, but when she answered they hung up. The Caller ID (which was blocked those times Emmy called) said Linda Fontaine. I'm really glad she didn't talk to my mother... Mom would be furious if she finds out I've been keeping this a secret from her.

Tomorrow, Emmy will have been gone for a week.

I'm sitting here waiting for something to happen. I'm considering going on AIM tonight, but I'm afraid of what I'll find. What if eye14of14snake14 is on? What if they tell me they've injected Emmy and killed her mother?

What if I'm supposed to go on and I don't?

What if...

I'm hoping nothing more happens tonight. I really need sleep. Badly. Tonight is my night for that.

Tonight Is The Homecoming Football Game

Ok. It seems like the jerks over at the Eye of the Snake headquarters
(wherever the hell they are) finally got their video to load on YouTube. It
seems like this is definitely the beginning of something bigger. That video
has what sounds like reversed audio in the background. Can someone reverse
it and post a link on the forums for me? I don't have the ability to do
that on my computer. And... can you read that information at the end? The
fuzzy, far away writing? I'm going stir-crazy trying to figure out what it
says. And the morse code. Ugh. It blinks too fast for me to write it down
to translate. How do they expect me to-

I'm not going to think about that. I have a problem. Tonight is the
homecoming football game for my school... and I don't have a date. Tomorrow
is the dance... and I don't have a date. Everyone is going to want to know
why Emmy couldn't make it, and I don't know if "pneumonia" is going to cut
it anymore. So, I've decided I'm not going to go because Emmy is gone. I
don't trust myself going alone, because I would most definitely wind up
alone with some skank out in the parking lot trying to cheer myself up, and
I can't do that to Emmy's memory. No! Emmy. I can't do that to Emmy.

God, I'm an idiot.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Youtube User Is

I realized that BUYS TIE OUR USE anagrams to youtube user is, which was found in hidden text on the Eye of the Snake website. So I checked out the Eye of the Snake youtube, and something's happening over there. Their profile keeps changing, and sometimes there's a video that says it's been removed and sometimes there isn't.

So, keep your eye on it. When it works, it seems like it's going to be important. BEGIN... like begin working on the video?

An Interesting Night

Ok, well, the excitement is just beginning. No pun intended, of course.

Remember that virus I told you about a few days ago? Well, it prevented me from opening AIM until about 6:45. I was terrified that I had missed something important, but I guess not. I had a great time chatting with BARWhitney, DavFlamerock, and CoolDrew101. Thanks, guys... you really helped lighten my mood and made me not as nervous.

Well, at about 7:15 I got an IM from eye14of14snake14 that said "-... . --. .. -." If you know your morse code, that's "BEGIN." Whatever that means. I was really angry. They forced me to get on AIM to talk to them, and then just this? Begin. Whoo. I've already begun, kidnappers. What more can I do?

Then, about five minutes later, the phone rang. It was Emmy. My heart leapt into my throat as she said "Buys tie our use." And the line went dead before I could say anything to her. She sounded like she had been sobbing, and it broke my heart to hear it.

Now, everyone, we need to start making the rounds, checking all of the known sources for clues... I'm really hoping this turns out to be more than BEGIN and BUYS TIE OUR USE. I was stressed all day about this, and that's all I get? :x

I'm going to start searching the trails for clues. If you have anything... ANYTHING... please either post it on the forum or leave me a comment on this post. I'm really sorry that wasn't more exciting, all. The kidnappers are really starting to piss me off.

I've Been Thrown In Prison Again

I fell asleep last night almost as soon as my head hit the pillow, for once. I slept from 10 until about 4, and then I was awake for the rest of the night. That's the most sleep I've gotten since Emmy's kidnapping, though. I actually feel semi- good today. And then I remember that one of my best friends has cancer, and my mood is shot to hell.

I couldn't force myself to throw up again this morning, so here I sit in Computer Literacy. I'm Computer Literate, and much more so than anyone else in the class. If only they knew... But, it's a required elective (oxymoron there, huh?), so here I am.

I got a threatening email this morning from Linda Fontaine. She said you guys have sent her emails claiming she's responsible for Emmy's kidnapping?! You can't do that! She may or may not be connected, but you have no idea how angry she is. I copy/pasted the email into a post on the forum, but again, you're going to have to find the password. Sorry. This one is easy, though.

As six thirty gets closer (although I have a long way to go) I get more and more nervous. I don't know what they're going to tell me when I sign on to AIM, but I'm sure it won't be good. I look forward to talking with you guys in real-time, though. None of this back-and-forth emailing and commenting. We'll actually be talking with each other.

So, I have to go type endless rows of


Talk to you all later.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Tears In Heaven

This week has been not been good to me whatsoever. Emmy was kidnapped, her mother threatened, my computer is crashing, I've gotten some nasty emails from people who think I shoudl tell the police about Emmy... and now this.

I just found out that my parents' best friend, who is by every stretch of the word a second mother to me, has cancer. Things don't look so good; she's going for surgery and has to undergo chemo.

The horrors just keep coming.

I'm not doing so well right now.

A Mysterious Phone Call

Before I get around to congratulating everyone, I have some... interesting? bad? creepy? news.

This morning, at about two o'clock, my cell phone rang. I was half-asleep (for once) and I didn't think to record the conversation. I really wish I did, so you could hear it for yourself, but I didn't. I answered with a groggy "Hello?" There was nothing on the other end other than heavy, ragged breathing, as if the caller had just run a mile. I tried again. "Hello? Is someone there?"

That's when the voice spoke up. "Be on A. I. M. Thursday night at six thirty." And then they hung up. I was so shaken, I couldn't get back to sleep for the rest of the night... because the voice was Emmy's! I know I'm going to have to get online tomorrow night at six thirty, or something bad is going to happen. They forced Emmy to call me and tell me to get online, so it must be important. If you want to talk to me, I'll be there... and that doesn't just go for the kidnappers.

I didn't go to school today; I shoved a spoon down my throat and forced myself to throw up. Mom doesn't mess around with vomiting, especially when it's all over her kichen table :). So, I was allowed to stay home and keep my eye on the various websites the 'nappers are using to give me their clues.

And now... GREAT JOB! You guys found a lot of information yesterday. The Eye of the Snake, huh? That must be the group of people who kidnapped Emmy. It's sort of disturbing, isn't it? I wrote earlier that I rooted for the Nova Group (who wound up killing 4400, if I remember my current events correctly. I probably don't; I never do). Now it seems like this Eye of the Snake group is connected to the Nova Group. And they're after me.

That morse code message from OF14 sends chills down my spine. They did this all because of me? Just because I'm outspoken against the 4400 in my school. Emmy was captured, because of me. It's a difficult concept to grasp, really, but I'm going to have to deal with it. Because it's true.

Ok. Now I'm going to attempt to interpret that... poem? Is that a poem?
Here's what it would look like in poem format, I think.

they're watching me.
let's not go there.
it's up to me to save her.
can I live with the guilt of not saving her?
they're watching, and they're not happy.
I'm not supposed to be using you guys... but Too Bad!
I'm supposing this is the hidden text on the Eye of the Snake geocities page...
the text is supposed to show me that it's all about me... somehow...
it's about me... this is really repetitive, isn't it?
because I don't like the 4400.
they want me to...
change my mind about the 4400.
clue time!
make me realize they're watching. Still. Again. More.
pay attention to my surroundings
I'm guessing this clue is referring to the phone call I got this morning, because I was definitely not expecting that.

So, we now have a name for Emmy's captors. The Eye of the Snake. It's got
a creepy ring to it, doesn't it?

I will most definitely be posting later.

Thanks again for all of your help.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

I'm On Parole

School was hell. All day, people were asking me why Emmy wasn't there. I made up some kind of a story about her getting pneumonia and having to be out for the next few weeks, but I assured people her prognosis was good. I swear, if someone asks me where she is tomorrow, I'm going to snap.

There was one bright light in the darkness. I came home to find a comment on my last post giving me a link to the new image... If I'm right, it seems like there are only two parts. My computer is starting to freeze every couple of hours... I'm assuming the kidnappers sent me a virus somehow. You'll have to excuse me if I'm quiet the next couple of days while I try to fix it. My point is, I'm not able to access my image editing software. Someone is going to have to sharpen the image a bit... ok a LOT... and tell me what it says. As best as I can make out, it's another blogger address, but I can't figure out what it is.

For some reason, schoolwork doesn't seem that important right now. Emmy is in danger, and I have to sit helplessly through lectures about finding the domain of composite functions while these sick people threaten my girlfriend with hypodermic needles.

It's amazing, really. Five years ago, I would have never thought there could be humans with abilities like those that have become commonplace today. Five years ago, I would have never suspected quiet little Emmy Van would one day be my girlfriend. Five years ago, it never would have occurred to me that I would be trying to save Emmy from the clutches of a bunch of freaks who were trying to make her one of them. Five years ago... well, that was then.

How quickly times change.

I'm Stuck In Prison (Kind of)

Last night I had to watch the twins again, and they were a handful. I
wasn't able to get online to check SRC and Eye14 for updates. I managed to
get two or three hours of sleep last night, but that's about it. When I did
fall asleep, I had a terrifying nightmare. Emmy was sitting alone in a bare
cell. She was backed into the corner with her head in her hands, her hair
hanging down over her face. She was wearing a white nightgown, and there
was something that looked horribly like blood on her sleeve. A hidden door
opened, and someone pushed a bowl of water and a hunk of bread through, and the door slammed shut.

What if that's actually happening? I wouldn't doubt that one of her
kidnappers can project images through space to my head... maybe when I
finally fell asleep I saw through the eyes of one of her captors. That
thought is almost too hard to bear. I have to keep telling myself she's

I couldn't do it. I couldn't fake sick enough to stay home from school
today. Mom saw through it immediately; she could see I was tired, but she
said that was my own fault, so I had to go.

I'm desperate here. I can't get onto the SRC website from school (stupid
Internet blocks.) Accordingly, I'm not going to be able to get the next
part of the image. I'm really hoping the clue isn't time-sensitive, because
if it is, I'm in serious trouble. That's where you guys come in.

I saw on the forum that you guys are following some kind of an email trail that ends today. What does that mean? You claim you found the clue on my father's band's website. That's great, but there's one problem with that:
My father's band doesn't HAVE a website. He is always grumbling about how
he has issues with technology and really needs to set up a site for Rain On
Raineer one of these days, but he never gets around to it. So how did you
find one?

I have to go... I'm switching class periods. I'll post later.

Monday, October 09, 2006

A New Day Ends

My parents are starting to suspsect something is wrong.  I'm not doing so well sanity-wise... going on three nights now with no sleep.  My eyes have bags under them, I'm snapping at everyone, and in general feeling pretty crappy.  A juxtaposition of a photo of me today and a photo of me last week at this time would show a stark contrast, I'm sure.
There was another hack on SRC today.  Stan Cherry hasn't noticed it yet, but I'm not about to tell him.  If you look on the Staff page, there are bolded letters spelling THEBASSISTHEKEY.  The Bass Is The Key.  What does that even mean?  I have a constant headache lately, and cryptic clues I have no hope of solving, like this one, only make things worse.  The Bass Is The Key.  Bass as in fish?  Or musical instrument? 
I feel like I'm out of the loop, which is not a good feeling.  It's one thing if you solve the kidnappers' clues, but if I'm lost, then it's hopeless.  I'm supposed to be the one following the clues.  If you know anything that might help me, please either leave a comment or join the forum.  So, once again, shameless advertisement for the forum.  Please share information with me.
There has been some talk in the comments for my last post that I'm not trustworthy, and I'm hiding information from you guys.  Like I said there, what would I have to gain from that?  Emmy is my girlfriend, and she was kidnapped.  I think I've already proven myself to be clue-inept.  Emmy's life as well as her mothers depends on you.  I need your help.  I promise you all, when I know something from the kidnappers, or from any possible source of information, I'll let you know.
I'm probably going to be awake all night again.  Maybe I'll get "sick" tomorrow and stay home from school so I can continue to look for the other parts to this image.
I don't know how much longer I can last with this pressure.  I need some kind of communication from these people... some confirmation that I'm on the right track.  Because if I'm not...  Well, let's not go there.  Once I go there, I'm not coming back.

A New Day Dawns

I was up practically all night again looking for the image the kidnappers wrote about on the Eye14 site. The twins went to bed at 8:30, and I've been surfing the Internet ever since, juxtaposing every strange image I found with anything I knew about the kidnappers. Unfortunately, I came up with zilch.

I saw some suspicious text over at the Seattle Roll Call site, but I didn't know how to get the image from "image: jpeg 2itg7s0".

That's where Lostpedian comes in again. S/he told me to check out this link. When I did, I found part of an image, just like the kidnappers hinted at. It looks like it has part of a website address on it, but I can't make it out. Help, anyone? Post any possibilities over at the forum, if you don't mind, or comment them on this post.

And now I'm just about exactly where I was last night. We have the first part of the image, but what about the next part(s)? If this turns into a hunt spanning more than a few days, with us putting images together like a jigsaw puzzle, I think I'm going to wind up telling the police. They might be able to track the kidnappers' movements using NTAC 4400 profiles... But the kidnappers would know, wouldn't they?


Well, I'm off to the 'net again, looking for part 2 of the image.

Until later!

Sunday, October 08, 2006


I still haven't told anyone about Emmy being kidnapped. I'm worried I'll accidentally tell someone who is involved in the plot and they'll inject Em with the promicin. That can't happen. I can't let Emmy gain an ability... there are people out there who would kill her without a second's hesitation if they knew she was a 4400 freak. Also, I did some searching online and found a press release from NTAC stating there's a fifty/fifty chance that injecting yourself with promicin will kill you.

It's a lose/lose situation, really. If you don't die, you turn into a freak with some extrahuman power that very well might be letting yourself turn into a quivering blob of jelly upon hearing the word "juxtaposition." Or something.


Mom just told me I have to babysit tonight. She's going to some kind of a party across the city, and she's bringing Dad with her. I'm actually not that upset, for once. I'm going to wind up putting the twins in front of the TV and logging on the computer to try and find this image to lead us to the next clue.

If you don't know what I'm talking about, take another look at Eye14 and run it through a morse code translator.

I haven't found anything so far, but I'm still looking. If you find something, let me know about it on the forum.

That's all for now... I'll probably post again later tonight.

Thank You, Lostpedian!

I logged into Yahoo just now and found this email from "Lostpedian"...

lostpedian@*****.*** wrote:
If you adjust the color balance of the ntoe and rotate it, you can see"www.EYE14.Blogger" in faint writing. Go to


S/he is right! There's a message from the kidnappers at that website. It says:

Sunday, October 08, 2006
Congratulations... you've solved our first clue. Because you're seeing this, you were able to turn a paper sideways. Great job.

Unfortunately, that was our easiest clue, just to see how smart you are. Things are going to get harder.

Much, much harder.

Your girlfriend is fine, and so is her mother. Quite the feisty one you have there. She resisted capture fairly well... Too bad we're all 4400. Some of us have abilities that would make Boyd Gelder jealous.

Watch the club for further instructions.
posted by _ _ _ _ _ at 6:08 AM 0 comments

I guess my assumptions were right last night; the Seattle Roll Call website is going to play a part in this. It looks like Stan Cherry (the owner of Seattle Roll Call) found the hacks and deleted them, though. I hope they weren't important, because then I'm out of luck.

I'll post again when something happens.

A Scanner Darkly No More!

I fixed the scanner. The note is posted over at the forums. You need to find the password before you can see it.

It's Too Early For This...

I was up all night, working on the scanner. I wouldn't have gotten to sleep anyway; I'm more stressed out than I've ever been in my entire life. Unfortunately, I didn't get the scanner working correctly yet.

Ugh. Right now my eyelids are drooping. They feel like they have tiny weights attached to them...

But I have to stay awake. There are 43 things I have to do today...

Oh. I realized it might not be smart to post all of the kidnappers' clues right here on my blog page, so I created a forum where I can password-protect my posts. The thing is, you're going to have to find the passwords. It's a little extra work, but I'm going to make it fairly simple. Hopefully these kidnappers are idiots.

I know you'll do the right thing.

In the mean time, I'm going back to work on the scanner. Right now I can get an image on my computer, but it's extremely dark. The LCD screen on the scanner is broken, so I can't change the contrast... I need to reconfigure some of the wiring.

The password is out there, somewhere on the 'net. Find it, and you'll find the key to the scan of the note (once I get it to work.)

I'll post later.

Saturday, October 07, 2006

My World Is Falling Apart

I went to Emmy's house, as I promised her I would. Right when I finished my last post, I left. I told my mother I was going to the movies with Em, so I'd have a few hours to persuade her not to take the promycin injection. Dad's away on business, and the twins were at day care.

I never would have expected what I found at Emmy's house... I'm still in shock.

All of the windows were broken. The front door was cracked in half, so it was easy for me to get inside. The entire interior was destroyed. There were papers everywhere, and something that looked like spilled sugar all over the place. Furniture was overturned, there was green paint all over the walls, and Emmy wasn't there. Neither was her mother.

However, I did find a note taped to the mirror in the bathroom. That note scared me senseless. Someone kidnapped Emmy and her 4400 mother, and they're planning to force Emmy to gain an ability. They said I have a chance to save her, but they're going to lead me on some kind of a hunt, sending me clues or whatever over the Internet. If I go to the police, the deal's off and they're going to inject her and kill her mother. I'm going to have to figure out passwords and email all the right people and access various websites... I have to confess, I don't know what I'm doing. I need help. Badly.

I'm going to post whatever correspondence I get from them here, on my blog. It's technically not going to the police, is it? I hope you can help me help Emmy before she's turned into a freak like the rest of the 4400.

Look for an update tomorrow; I have to set up my scanner to get you their note.

Until then, check out the Seattle Roll Call website. I think Emmy's captors are watching my blog. Ever since I posted a link to the Roll Call site, weird things have cropped up. I think something's going on... maybe their site was hacked. I wonder if this is the beginning of the trail to Emmy.

Anyway, I have to go work fixing the scanner. Stupid Katy sat on it last night. (Katy's one of my twin sisters.) Hopefully I'll be able to post the note tomorrow afternoon.

I really hope you'll be able to help me solve their sick "clues" so I can help my friend.

Scary thought... what if they were there when Emmy called me before? What if someone held a knife to her throat as she told me about the man giving her the green hypodermic needle? What if I could have gotten there in time to see... something. Anything...

I can't think like that. All I can do is play their game and help her.
Thank you.

I'm Heading Over To Emmy's Now

Wish me luck. I hope she didn't inject herself with that stuff. Depending on how long this takes, I may not be able to post until tomorrow.

If only Jordan Collier had stayed dead, things would be so much easier.

Anyway, I'm off.

Emmy Just Called

Ok, in the interest of keeping this blog lively and all, I want to post about everything that's happening to me.

Almost right when I finished posting just now, the phone rang. I picked it up and it was Emmy. She told me she was walking home yesterday after school and some guy standing on the street corner offered her a glowing green hypodermic needle and told her it would make her a 4400. Supposedly it was full of promycin or however you spell it... you know, that neurotransmitter that's been in the news lately. It gives people freak-o powers. This random guy told her she should inject the green goo into her arm, and she'd get an "ability" like the rest of the 4400.

Emmy told me that Jordan Collier sanctioned this handing out of abilities, so it must have been real. I freaked, starting to realize where she was going. "Emmy this guy came back from the dead somehow and is handing hypodermic needles! He's a psycho!" But that wasn't enough... she took the shot.

She hasn't used it yet, though.

She wants me to go over her house later to help her with something. I'm kind of scared, actually. What if she's turned into a monster?

A Little About Me...

My name is Luc Raineer. I'm sixteen and I live in Seattle, Washington. Don't stalk me, please.

I live at my parents' house still, unfortunately. My parents are still together (a rarity, I know...) and I have two younger sisters. Twins. They can be a handful sometimes. They eat everything. And I don't mean just food. If they can get their hands on it, it goes in their mouths. I have to watch the twins every Thursday, because my dad's in a band and plays at this club down the road... Roll Call or something. I hate Thursdays.

I'm your average sixteen-year-old, really. I go to high school just like everyone else; I'm a junior. I have a decent sized group of friends, although I'm not super-popular or anything. I have a girlfriend, too. Emmy Van. I'm not going to pretend I love her or anything, but it's nice to have someone to talk to late at night or to hold hands with at the movies. The two of us have been together for... two months, I think. If not a little longer. We haven't really had any problems, which is good, I guess. She's the first girl I've been with for more than a week, so that's another good sign.

Emmy's mother is one of the 4400. She was only gone for a month or two, but she came back in that ball of light a few years back just like the rest of those freaks. Emmy doesn't like to talk about it, because she knows how I feel about the 4400. I know, NTAC is probably going to show up at my door tomorrow, but I was kind of rooting for the Nova Group a while back.

But anyway...

Yeah. My friend Jake told me about Blogger, so I decided I would try it out. I'm going to try and keep this thing updated, but who knows.

Until next time!