After classes, Bridge heads up to his room and starts up his laptop so he can type an email. A few minutes later, he hits SEND and the following email is sent out:
TO: Fandom Peoples
FROM: Bridge Carson
SUBJECT: Birthday party!
As some of you may know, one of my favorite people is having a birthday this Thursday. So I'm planning a party at Caritas to celebrate. I'd really love it if you could come, and Xander would too! So I'll see you there, right?
Bridge
He was just about to log out of his email when a new message popped up.
TO: Bridge Carson
FROM: Sender Unknown
SUBJECT: [NONE]
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dphlljhgtgdfs alaggggjutggmgomnhhhhhe gfdsCarrreroarrrre dgfmynabbbbassesstisn
gdfgeainsggggsggggt dfgdfandrdsghskjhgrflkgkldfifldkkfdvlfdkkgdfélfdkgjkdfle dfdyskgksUjjjjjnhhhhhe
dfgcojjjnjjjjhasdodfdsdsafde fdquadsfugdge hgkpwemrosnoknenyes
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bfoiiws diniore Mnduorlatde Fdloinitakiense
Otù vhonot àenm
mtoprmte sraisioan uoyenus ltegcs chhasasneyurozs
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In the révolution,
Every second counts.
"What the *hell*?" he says out loud, staring at the email. Something was telling him this was more than just your average nonsense-filled spam mail. Even if it *did* resemble something akin to a cat walking across a keyboard.
[mostly establishy, though i'll be around for an hour or so before work. the first email was sent out to just about everyone, so if you wanted to get it, you did!]
TO: Fandom Peoples
FROM: Bridge Carson
SUBJECT: Birthday party!
As some of you may know, one of my favorite people is having a birthday this Thursday. So I'm planning a party at Caritas to celebrate. I'd really love it if you could come, and Xander would too! So I'll see you there, right?
Bridge
He was just about to log out of his email when a new message popped up.
TO: Bridge Carson
FROM: Sender Unknown
SUBJECT: [NONE]
Dhccccccagggggggsngggegggggs sdfhlissssssssosaasssss ftftrrrmrrogggggggrhhhhhhhhêvatvvvvvvtfgdpkdstagjk
dphlljhgtgdfs alaggggjutggmgomnhhhhhe gfdsCarrreroarrrre dgfmynabbbbassesstisn
gdfgeainsggggsggggt dfgdfandrdsghskjhgrflkgkldfifldkkfdvlfdkkgdfélfdkgjkdfle dfdyskgksUjjjjjnhhhhhe
dfgcojjjnjjjjhasdodfdsdsafde fdquadsfugdge hgkpwemrosnoknenyes
truNiaaurrateit fhplifu fdhilumnangyianeinr sfhAfldwu
bfoiiws diniore Mnduorlatde Fdloinitakiense
Otù vhonot àenm
mtoprmte sraisioan uoyenus ltegcs chhasasneyurozs
dggggge lfffgfa paetwlweteafadfiadfnggge
In the révolution,
Every second counts.
"What the *hell*?" he says out loud, staring at the email. Something was telling him this was more than just your average nonsense-filled spam mail. Even if it *did* resemble something akin to a cat walking across a keyboard.
[mostly establishy, though i'll be around for an hour or so before work. the first email was sent out to just about everyone, so if you wanted to get it, you did!]