✩Kira✩ Miki’s blog rarely updates, so we won’t be checking on it much.
In the last thread: Anon hates fun.
;_; I don’t want fights…
You people are so immature, what’s wrong with being a guy in danger/u/?
why do you care if we assume you’re a girl anyway? fuck off
dudes
in danger/u/
pfft hahaha
Let’s go back to the concert please!
207X and you stupid idiots still care about petty shit like this.
HE started everything by mentioning he is a guy.
sigh
A-Anyway, we should gather somewhere to take the train to the stadium together!
Not a bad idea! we can make an official danger/u/ meetup!
danger/u/ meetup
Like I’d want to be seen with a bunch of ugly girls in front of my friends.
OK, next thread I’m going to moderate the fuck out of this, no more shitposting!
This thread is closed.
In the last thread: NO SHITPOSTING ALLOWED!
Did that one anon left?
I think so.
I never left, I was just lurking to not cause any trouble…
Don’t worry, we’re here for you ^^
Any ideas for the great revelation? Do you know if you like her yet?
Look, I just don’t want to ruin our friendship…we know each other since we were very young.
So she’s your childhood friend?! IT’S LIKE ONE OF MY JAPANESE ANIMES!
Y-Yeah…
OK this is what you have to do: When Miki ends singing Lovers in Paradise…You kiss her!
K-K-KISS!?!?!
OF COURSE! just try to imagine how magical that moment would be, with the fireworks and the epic guitar solo…
I…I will think about it…
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:^)
Stop forcing Alice.
So we hate Alice now? GOOD
It’s just that we haven’t heard any news yet. Remember that time they posted here to announce an attack?
LOL yeah, and I remember the Cyber Crime unit up the admin’s ass.
DeCEMBeR 17 W1LLC0ME THe SeC0ND ReTR1BUT10N - B1RTHDAY 1S C0M1NG!!!
that font
oh boy
spooky font
IT’S HAPPENING!!!
HAHA TIME FOR DESPAIR
OH SHIT FUCK
tfw i just got out of jail
I’M NOT GOING BACK, DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO PEOPLE WITH IP’S ON THE WRONG THREAD?
HI CYBER CRIME UNIT, I JUST WANT TO LET YOU KNOW THAT I’M NOT ALICE BUT IN FACT YOUR MOM.
why you gals so nervous, the only one getting fucked is the admin
##ADMIN:FERFER## fuck off alice, not this shit again
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A powerful 8.6 magnitude tremor has struck the area of Neo-San Francisco. Fortunately, modern science was able to identify the quake almost an hour in advance, providing the city plenty of time to prepare for the worst.
During a conference call, Glitch City’s Prime Minister QUINCY congratulated the rescue teams at Neo SF for its rapid response in the wake of the warning.
”They’re an example to follow, and we’re certainly looking forward to implement these advancements in earthquake prediction here in our beautiful city.
Glitch City is not currently known to be a seismic zone.
After the numerous protests held around the city, which are caused by an ongoing economic and safety crisis, Glitch City’s Prime Minister QUINCY has made it clear that if the rioters take another civilian life, he’ll personally write a law to ban all kinds of public manifestations.
”This simply can’t go on,” QUINCY told AE during a call. “They only want to destroy public property. They’re actively sabotaging our efforts to recover our beautiful city, and I’ve decided that if they cause another civilian casualty, I’ll do everything in my power to ban protests. The White Knights will have full authorization to use maximum force.”
QUINCY will be running for a second term next year.
Who is Alice_Rabbit? Judging by the complexity of the methods they’ve used to breach all kinds of protected software, some are starting to think this is in fact a group and not a single individual.
So, is Alice_Rabbit a group after all?
Not the first time this would be a thing.
More than half a century ago, a group of notorious hackers rose to prominence, and they called themselves AnonHahAHhah theY wErEnt EvEn a ThrEaT to rEaL protEctEd daTa $#%# ////// dEcEmbEr 17 ////////// #$%#$
It’s been very hectic as of late, so I’d like to share with you what I do to relax!
Sitting on rooftops: I’m on the road most of the time, so I don’t have a specific rooftop to relax on!
I like to feel the breeze and see a beautiful vista. It makes me think about life~
Tea cocktails: Oh this is something I can’t live without. Mixing tea with vodka, rum, gin, lime, you name any tasty and natural combination and I’ll be all over it!
I’m very careful about getting tipsy before a show though, I wouldn’t like to ruin your evening
Brief aside: there’s an emoji here, but I simply couldn’t recreate it.
Hi everyone! are you ready for the dome concert? I sure am!
I perform in a rather large number of concerts every year, and even then I can’t help but be excited every time I have one around the corner.
And it’s all thanks to you! Thanks to your energy and love surrounding my life in every aspect.
I’m going to perform all of your favorite songs, so please be excited!
Just one a little request~~ please don’t wait for me outside the stadium, or my bodyguards will get angry at you. I wouldn’t like to see you hurt so please don’t do it!
OOOH I love this place!
So much energy, so much love, I could feel the optimism in the air!!
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Even after all the struggles, you still came to see me and I got to experience the loudest and craziest crowd in my whole career. I’m beyond speechless.
That said, I’m excited to announce that we’ll have a second date in the city! It wasn’t easy to set up, but I’m so happy my agency approved it. This was by far our biggest show and I can’t wait to experience it again.
See you soon my darlings.
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Love, Miki.
Let’s buy Your Love Is A Drug.
: “Alma?”
“Ah, Leonidas.”
“Gillian.”
“Marcelo.”
“I stumbled across her on my way in and asked her if she wanted to tag along.”
“Hope you don’t mind.”
“Sure. Make yourself at home.”
“Where’s Boss? She didn’t put the helmet on again, did she?”
“She went out for a bit. I don’t know what for, but she’ll be back.”
“Alma, make yourself comfortable while I prepare.”
“Right, thanks.”
“Time to mix drinks and change lives.”
“Oh, just something they made me say back in Instruction. It kind of stuck.”
“Huh…”
“I went to a school that made us stand up with our hands on our backs when someone came in.”
“That habit didn’t rub off until high school or so.”
“Yeah, it’s kinda like that.”
“Oh yeah, look at this.”
“A glass with a signature?”
“To Ji…Jiii…um…”
“I’ll assume it’s either an autograph or an impromptu medicine recipe.”
“That ✩Kira✩ Miki girl came here yesterday before her concert, actually.”
“Oh, yeah. Now I see her name here.”
“You don’t seem very surprised.”
“I like b-LINK more, actually.”
“The stoic-looking duo, right?”
“Yup, those.”
Alma, tired: “sigh Seems you had a better day than mine yesterday. I had to break up with Damian.”
“I see. Want a drink?”
“You…don’t seem very surprised.”
“Alma, we’ve known each other for…what? A few months now?”
“I’d be interested if those “relationships” of yours went further than a week or two.”
“You say you broke up, but there’s usually not enough time to foster something to break.”
“It’s more like…”The guy wasn’t what I wanted so I stopped flirting.””
“…you could pretend to be more interested, you know?”
“Like my mom says: “If I don’t buy it, it’s because I know the product.””
“…”
“Speaking of buying, do you want a frame?”
“A frame?”
“Yeah, for all these pics you have of your Boss. The ones filling your phone’s memory.”
“Some seem sneakily taken at that.”
“Is that true?”
“What do you care?”
“How the hell did you find that out?”
“So it IS true!”
“Shut up!”
“I’m a hacker, remember? You shouldn’t piss off a hacker.”
“Aw, I really like this one of her sleeping in her office. I think I’ll copy it.”
Because stalking someone is cute and romantic.
“You…!”
“Hey, can you make me a Bad Touch before we keep arguing?”
“pfft …Sure.”
“Who gives these drinks their silly names?”
“Usually the one who registers it.”
“Some people have quite the silly sense of humor.”
“Like that girl who keeps laughing over this particular drink’s name?”
“Yeah, yeah…”
“ahem So. Who’s Damian again?”
“The one with the nice car.”
“Sure, he’s also the manager at the bank, but that car was what caught my eye.”
“And what was wrong with him?”
“Turns out he was a LARPer.”
“LARP?”
“Live Action Role Playing.”
“Sounds more like the nickname of some very heavy-handed writer. Or a military organization.”
“What did he roleplay as?”
“Have you heard of the Woodstock fairs?”
“Those events where people barely dress, stink, roll in the mud, and fuck in the open?”
“Those are hippies, yeah.”
“He frequents those and…it’s something I’d rather not deal with. At all.”
“If I stayed with him, I’d eventually have to.”
“I mean, I need to support my partner in what he does, but if it’s something like that…”
“You see? That’s the problem right there.”
“You say breaking up like you had something formal, but most of the time you’re still getting to know him.”
“Think about it. Have you ended your longest lasting relationships for things like those?”
“Okay, sorry for not using the right word or whatever. But I’m still sorely disappointed.”
“And at least I’m trying to get some action. When was the last time you spend the night with someone else?”
“Last night.”
“Your cat doesn’t count.”
“A year ago. It was messy.”
“See?”
“I mean, I have no idea how you deal with that.”
“If I were you, I would’ve pushed fuckboy over there into a closet ages ago.”
“F-Fuckboy?”
“People have different needs and priorities.”
“Yes, but don’t you miss having the warmth of someone else at your side?”
“Using them as a pillow, mixing your perfume with theirs.”
“Putting your head on their chest, listening to them breathe as they pet your head.”
“Dozing off knowing they’re there, watching you. Protecting you…”
“…”
“Jill?”
“…”
“Anything I can make you to shut up and drink?”
“I’ll have you know that my uncle Juan taught me ventriloquism when I was 12.”
“Drinking won’t stop me from talking…or making tasteless puns for aunt Rosa.”
“Still, get me something weird, would you?”
(“Huh, ventriloquism.”)
“Weird? A weird drink?”
“Yeah, something different, experimental, uncommon…”
“Let’s see…”
“Yeah, this fits the bill.”
“It’s a promotional drink made to commemorate a movie.”
“Read, “they leapt at the chance to sell drinks that would be unmarketable otherwise”.”
“Oh…”
“You know, your orders are weird today.”
“They are?”
“Yeah, usually the first thing you ask for is a Brandtini. And then something like a Cobalt Velvet or something similar.”
“Well, I sometimes feel like I need something different, you know?”
“Something tells me part of the reason you left this Damian is because he was too deep into routine.”
“…maybe.”
“Hey, speaking of routines…”
“As a hacker, what’s your opinion on the whole Alice_Rabbit thing?”
Alma, concerned; “…”
“That’s the silence of somebody who just heard something stupid.”
“Stupid enough to warrant the speech they’ve prepared just for occasions like this.”
“As always, very perceptive of you.”
“You know, decades ago, there was this group of people that hacked simple sites with an “agenda”.”
“Can’t remember what they used to call themselves. I just remember that it was just petty vandalism.”
“Anyway, everyone that participated started using the same name.”
“They wanted to create this…anonymous anarchists identity.”
“The whole Alice_Rabbit thing is the logical conclusion of that.”
“It’s what happens when that idea reaches its breaking point and goes mainstream.”
“It is no longer a group, but an individual.”
“An untouchable entity watching from the shadows, monitoring and judging everything anyone does…”
“Observing, tolerating no one but itself…”
“A lot of bullshit for what’s essentially a pet the press made up.”
“The antithesis of your usual bogeyman, if you must.”
“So, you don’t think such a person exists?”
“Don’t know, don’t care.”
“I mean, we HAVE seen the actions of such an entity.”
“But it might be anything. An individual, a group, an AI…”
“That’s not taking into account all the copycats and pranksters using the name.”
“So, Alice_Rabbit is a thing that exists, but it’s also really muddled overall.”
“There’s something else that worries me, though.”
“That kind of story always catches the attention of kids and such.”
“They start trying to hack stuff without knowing the risks or consequences.”
“Imagine if, suddenly, a group of tweens broke into this bar and started asking for drinks.”
“That’s how it feels for me, and it’s thanks to that damned Alice_Rabbit thing.”
“I see.”
“But enough of that, there’s a more pressing matter at hand.”
“There is?”
“Yeah, you’ve been delaying my invitations for hanging out sometime for too long!”
“Oh…that.”
“Do you hate me that much, Jill? Does my presence make you that uncomfortable?”
“No, I…”
“At this rate I might just crash by your apartment! That way you can’t just say no.”
“Maybe I’ll also crash for the night.”
“We could have a sleepover, braid our hair, tell stories all night, shower together…”
“You know you need some human warmth in that place.”
“Your tits alone would fill my entire bathroom.”
“Man, you react too nonchalantly. It’s no fun.”
“React a little bit. Let me tease you for a second.”
“I refuse.”
“In all seriousness, though. Any particular reason you keep turning down my invitations?”
“I mean, it’s not a date. I just wanna have a conversation with you outside these four walls.”
“I’m…not a morning person.”
“I registered for a night shift precisely to avoid waking up early.”
“The earliest I’ve asked you out is 10 a.m, you know?”
“That’s early morning by my standards.”
“I mean, it’s not that I don’t wanna hang out. I just don’t want to wake up early.”
“You. Are. Hopeless.”
“Anyway, I’m gonna need another drink here.”
“Like, say…a big Brandtini.”
“Finally. That’s the Alma I know.”
“You know, Brandtini is such a weird name…”
“It was originally supposed to replicate the Martini.”
“Problem is, the BTC got a hold of brand of vermouth that was named after a certain automobile company.”
“So, on a weird whim, they changed the name.”
“I see.”
“You know, I was wondering…”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t you worry about what the people you work for might be doing with the information you provide?”
“Not really.”
“You don’t?”
“Do you worry about what happens when people leave this place drunk?”
“Not really…most of the time.”
“Well, neither do I.”
“Why should you? Do you get people drunk?”
“Some say my beauty is intoxicating, but that’s besides the point.”
“I get my payment, do the job, and forget about the whole thing.”
“You make your job sound so easy…”
“Once you understand what precautions to take, it’s no problem. And I’ve always found my job fun.”
“However, most of my contracts are consultancy-based gigs. It’s not like every day’s a thrill.”
“Do you meet with your client or…?”
“I don’t. It’s always from behind as many filters as I can manage.”
“I remember I once did a job where I had a couple of kids relaying letters.”
“For security reasons, right?”
“Actually, because that way I lose a lot less time.”
“I don’t have to deal with clients hitting on me or pestering me after the job’s done…”
“I also don’t have to lose time proving my worth because big boobs equals small brain or some shit like that.”
“I mean, protecting my identity is one of the reasons. But the few times I’ve shown myself…”
“sigh”
“They weren’t even risky or dangerous jobs, just run-of-the-mill security checks.”
“I don’t know, maybe I need to show up as a disheveled nerd or something. Give them what they expect to see.”
“…or I just don’t show up and save myself the trouble.”
“Why all the questions?”
“Just things I’ve been curious about and always forget to ask.”
“So many Alice_Rabbit headlines have made me wonder about the hacking business too.”
“Oh. I’ll remember to ask you things next time then.”
“Take care.”
???: “Hello sugar.”
???: “Ow!”
“…hello, Mr. Donovan.”
“I think it’s more like plastic and carbon fiber.”
“They’re hard as fuck and that’s all my abdomen felt.”
“Do you normally…greet people that way?”
“I’m a man that can’t contain himself when he sees something he likes, kid.”
“Oh, but don’t worry. You’re safe. You’re flatter than the field at my summer house.”
“A bit of advice. You shouldn’t provoke the ones serving you drinks or food.”
“Don’t be offended, kid. You have your audience. I’m just not part of it.”
“Today I’m making this a quick one. Gotta tend to business in a while.”
“Having said that, I’ll just have the usual.”
(“The usual he says…”)
“Sure, this’ll work.”
“…”
“What brings you today, Mr. Donovan?”
“That girl I interviewed yesterday is coming again in a couple of weeks.”
“So, I was working to clinch an exclusive interview.”
“Did you succeed?”
“Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?”
“I’m Donovan D. Dawson. I always get what I want.”
“Sure, I had to blackmail the editors of other outlets, but the end result is what matters.”
“I see.”
“Wait, blackmail?”
“You’d be surprised at the kind of stuff you find out when you get the right people drunk.”
“Hm? Hey, the signature on that glass over there…”
“Ah? Oh yeah…”
“That big titted Lilim was here?!”
“She came yesterday before the concert, yeah.”
“Anything juicy come out of her visit?”
“No.”
“Gossip-worthy?”
“No.”
“Tabloid-worthy?”
“No.”
“Come on! There has to be something!”
“Well, her love for what she does is so honest and pure that anyone who tries to ruin it should be ashamed.”
“Oh, don’t give me that shit.”
“Throw me a bone here. Anything.”
“I’ve got nothing.”
“Everyone has a price. How much for you to spill the beans?”
“I’m serious here. She said nothing that could be used against her or that you didn’t already know.”
“Fine.”
This next section is super gross and misogynistic.
“Hey kid, do you think Lilim have nipples?”
“E-Excuse me?”
“I mean, I’ve seen a couple of pornos where they have ‘em, but they could be modded, y’know?”
“So yesterday, while interviewing the singer Lilim chick, I kept wondering if those tits had nipples.”
“I mean, I’d be fine without them, but the curiosity is killing me.”
“…”
“But I’m even more curious about the engineers that design them.”
“Can you picture a room full of people discussing whether or not the tits on a Lilim look good?”
“A bunch of guys and a lesbo engineer wondering if the latest model’s vagina is good enough.”
“Man, god bless those sonsabitches.”
“ahem”
“Any interesting preview of tomorrow’s news?”
“You expect me to share my information when you wouldn’t share your scoop on the singer?”
“How can one share when there’s honestly nothing to share?”
“Uh huh…”
“I’m gonna be a good citizen today and let this one pass.”
“Have you heard of a group called the “Harbingers”?”
“Not really, no.”
“They’re some group wanting to overthrow the White Knights.”
“I read their manifesto in the bathroom once. Interesting piece and even better makeshift toilet paper.”
“They talk about how the organization is corrupt, full of mob bosses or something like that.”
“I think I’ve heard about that somewhere. What of them?”
“They sent a message to some outlets saying they have proof of their claims.”
“That they’re gonna release it to the public tomorrow.”
“Oh…that’d be interesting to see. I think…”
“I know, right?”
“Alright, kid. Give me a Bleeding Jane so I can call it a day.”
“Okay.”
“Yeah, yeah…”
“Simple enough for you, I see.”
“…”
“So, I’ve heard this is Dana Zane’s bar. Is it true?”
“Yeah.”
“Never thought I’d hear about the Undefeated of the West again.”
“Moreso after that incident with the bears. Where is she?”
“She’s out running some err-…bears?”
“Six years ago, a cash-strapped Dana Zane entered an underground ring for money.”
“Faced ten enraged grizzly bears. She beat them all without killing them.”
“I heard she set them free afterwards too.”
“And you were there?”
“I was drunk and bored. What can I say?”
“Do you know if she lost her arm there?”
“Can’t remember, too drunk. Maybe she had her prosthetic then too.”
“I heard someone there suggest that she lost it after throwing a baseball out of some stadium.”
“Threw it so hard her arm fell off.”
“But that sounds more like an unsubstantiated rumor.”
(“More like something she made up.”)
“Well, I gotta go. Next time you see Dana, thank her for winning me my second yacht.”
“Please come again.”