Post by onlycore on May 6, 2014 9:42:01 GMT -8
The picture flickers and twists a mass of white static snow and harsh lines; slowly it resolves itself into a grainy but legible image. You know the message was originally recorded in full digital quality however given its age and where it was found you can only guess at the technological wizardry the IT department and ESI must have pulled off to get it even this clear.
The message was clearly recorded in some small sandstone room, lit with a couple of simple wall mounted torches that cast harsh dancing shadows across the Hieroglyph adorned walls, even with the quality of the recording you can see something is wrong, the carvings are far too clear far to recent and untouched by the passage of time. In the foreground stands a young women dressed in modern clothes starkly in contrast to her ancient setting. At a guess you’d place her age at somewhere in mid to early twenties, she’d be reasonably attractive if not for the haunted look in her eyes and coating of dust and grime covering her skin and clothes. The long light brown hair is tied back in a matted and dirty ponytail and her clothes are marred by numerous rips and tears and a few dark splotches of what may well be blood.
“………… no idea if this message will ever be found but I have to try” the static finally recedes to the point that her words can be just made out “even if you are seeing this I’m not sure if you can help me, somehow I seem to have been thrown back in time, I know, I know even to me it sounds crazy but I can’t explain how else all this is all happening........” the voice cuts out into static again for a while “………….he dig was a dream come true, a well preserved ruin untouched by looters or earlier archaeological teams, I’m not sure where the location came from originally all I know is what Professor Whatley told me, apparently we were hired by a coalition of Egyptian businessmen working thought some Scandinavian conglomerate that facilitated things and provide all our equi……” more harsh static and this time the image fades away almost completely for a moment or two before coming back
“……… came out of the night, they were crazy, all painted up with this pale mud stuff on their faces and this odd black eye symbol daubed on their chests, they just murdered anyone they could get their hands on, some of us made it into the ruins but it was like a living nightmare…” she breaks off a hand covering her mouth as fresh tears cut channels through the dirt covering her cheeks “I was the only one that made it out, everyone one else” chokes back another sob “I made to hide in this small tomb on the hillside but that’s when everyone went even crazier, it was the dead of night when I entered by when I stumbled back out moments later it was the middle of the day and the camp and everything had vanished, instead of the ruins we’d been investigating there was a bustling town fully intact and at it’s prime… as far as I can tell it’s somewhere around 1330 BC give or take a decade or so, I’ve heard references to a “Tutankhaten” and an “Akhenaten” which is how I’ve able to narrow down the time frame so much.” You can just make out a small blinking battery icon in the bottom corner of the image next to the time stamp.
“My attempts to renter the tomb that brought me here have proved fruitless and any attempts to leave this immediate area have been stopped by sudden and impenetrable storms that seem to spring up from nowhere. I’m safe for now, also long as I limit my interactions with the locals everything is fine but the moment I do anything that might upset the established timeline I instantly blackout and find myself back at the tomb at the same moment I originally left it as if time has been rewound, I’ve been trying to translate the writings on the tomb itself but although they seem similar to Egyptian hieroglyphs they are in fact quiet diff… ” this time there is no static the image just goes black and doesn’t return.
The message was clearly recorded in some small sandstone room, lit with a couple of simple wall mounted torches that cast harsh dancing shadows across the Hieroglyph adorned walls, even with the quality of the recording you can see something is wrong, the carvings are far too clear far to recent and untouched by the passage of time. In the foreground stands a young women dressed in modern clothes starkly in contrast to her ancient setting. At a guess you’d place her age at somewhere in mid to early twenties, she’d be reasonably attractive if not for the haunted look in her eyes and coating of dust and grime covering her skin and clothes. The long light brown hair is tied back in a matted and dirty ponytail and her clothes are marred by numerous rips and tears and a few dark splotches of what may well be blood.
“………… no idea if this message will ever be found but I have to try” the static finally recedes to the point that her words can be just made out “even if you are seeing this I’m not sure if you can help me, somehow I seem to have been thrown back in time, I know, I know even to me it sounds crazy but I can’t explain how else all this is all happening........” the voice cuts out into static again for a while “………….he dig was a dream come true, a well preserved ruin untouched by looters or earlier archaeological teams, I’m not sure where the location came from originally all I know is what Professor Whatley told me, apparently we were hired by a coalition of Egyptian businessmen working thought some Scandinavian conglomerate that facilitated things and provide all our equi……” more harsh static and this time the image fades away almost completely for a moment or two before coming back
“……… came out of the night, they were crazy, all painted up with this pale mud stuff on their faces and this odd black eye symbol daubed on their chests, they just murdered anyone they could get their hands on, some of us made it into the ruins but it was like a living nightmare…” she breaks off a hand covering her mouth as fresh tears cut channels through the dirt covering her cheeks “I was the only one that made it out, everyone one else” chokes back another sob “I made to hide in this small tomb on the hillside but that’s when everyone went even crazier, it was the dead of night when I entered by when I stumbled back out moments later it was the middle of the day and the camp and everything had vanished, instead of the ruins we’d been investigating there was a bustling town fully intact and at it’s prime… as far as I can tell it’s somewhere around 1330 BC give or take a decade or so, I’ve heard references to a “Tutankhaten” and an “Akhenaten” which is how I’ve able to narrow down the time frame so much.” You can just make out a small blinking battery icon in the bottom corner of the image next to the time stamp.
“My attempts to renter the tomb that brought me here have proved fruitless and any attempts to leave this immediate area have been stopped by sudden and impenetrable storms that seem to spring up from nowhere. I’m safe for now, also long as I limit my interactions with the locals everything is fine but the moment I do anything that might upset the established timeline I instantly blackout and find myself back at the tomb at the same moment I originally left it as if time has been rewound, I’ve been trying to translate the writings on the tomb itself but although they seem similar to Egyptian hieroglyphs they are in fact quiet diff… ” this time there is no static the image just goes black and doesn’t return.