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Memory Shard 1.08 Word On the Street contains the first memory eight shard piece of lore on Prisma Dimensions, Neo Arcadia and the Hyper Scape.
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The camera blinked on:
A close up. Nahari, festooned in skin-tight scaled black fabric, trained the camera onto her face. She grinned, although the expression didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It’s your girl, Nahari. I’m here, reporting live from Neo Arcadia on certain discrepancies occurring in the HYPER SCAPE.”
The camera panned back, exposing a room, not messy, but cluttered with notes and a series of floating screens, each of them holding an image of Nahari in conversation with someone else.
“According to reports, there are things that should be working that are no longer working, things that work the way no one expected them to, and… other stranger happenings. Are there ghosts in the machine? And why isn’t Prisma Dimensions saying anything about it?”
Nahari shrugged a lean shoulder.
“You draw your own conclusions, dear viewer. I’m just here to show you the facts.”
The camera closed in on a screen until the image filled the frame.
Nahari stood with a stocky older man, gorgeously bearded, his muscular frame outlined in a tight shirt patterned with tiny Pomeranians.
“Tell us what you saw,” said Nahari.
“Uh, it was a wee glitch, ah hink. Nuhin’ that terrible. The weapon spawners stopped working in our sector. Ma partner--” and he blushed here, “--and I lost a round. It wisnae a big deal. But the spawners have never been busted before. Maybe it was jist bad luck, aye?”
“Or a conspiracy!”
“I dinnae really hink that’s the case–”
The camera switched to another screen LovelyIrishAlan — 10/02/2020 4:42 PM Again, there was Nahari, this time speaking with a grinning Asian man in his early twenties, his expression cocksure and sly.
“Like I said, I think Prisma’s just trying to roll out a new different meta.”
“What do you mean?” said Nahari.
The man preened for the camera. “Secret ‘hacks.’ Things that people call ‘cheats.’ They’re just part of life, you know? You take your advantages where you can. And here’s my theory, Prisma knows that. Prisma’s trying to model the game on the real world. It’s no big deal. We’re supposed to figure out this meta on our own. Why else are we seeing so many weird, unannounced hacks?”
The camera moved again to another screen, zooming to a tighter-close up on the static-clouded face of a man wearing an anonymity suit.
“—it was Mathieu Eiffel. It had to be. Some kind of memorial, maybe? I don’t know. I might be talking rubbish. But I think so? What else could it be? And if it was, uhm, well, it was kinda, I don’t know, creepy? I mean, it’s not even Halloween yet. Our managers didn’t even send out an official update memo.”
“So you work inside the system? Is that an official statement?”
“What? No! Why would you – I thought this was anonymous!”
“Don’t worry. Your identity is safe. Do you have anything else to add?”
“So, why? That thing they did with the code, and that weird black hole. Yeah…”
The camera pulled back, bringing Nahari back into frame.
“What are you hiding, Prisma?” said Nahari, her smile brilliant. “It’s time to come clean. Whatever you’re trying to keep under wraps, we’re going to bring it into the light.”