a few new child notes and video snippets.

data/json/snippets/children_notes.json

@@ -137,5 +137,13 @@
         "text": "\"In case of emergency fill out this form so that you may present it to emergency personnel for identification purposes.  Keep this form with your emergency supplies.  If You need to request new copies of this form, speak with the school safety office.  Remember to keep calm, and stay in one location if possible, this will help emergency personnel to find you.  If this form is found please contact Oak Grove Elementary School.  Name: Aiden.  Parent or Guardian: Mommy Daddy.  Phone number where you can be reached: I don't remember I think it has a 5 in it.  Teacher: Miss daisy.  Current location: I dont no I’m scared, Im hear all alone.  Medical Conditions i.e diabetes: I dont no what that is.  Additional Information: Why is everyone acting so weird?!\""
       }
     ]
+  },
+  {
+    "id": "note_child_49",
+    "text": "\"After we were evacuated and I had to leave my toys behind I started collecting empty bullets.  The soldiers here sometimes give me more.  Lieutenant Mora gave me two little ones today, but she looked upset.  I asked her where mom and pa were because I saw them in the back of the camp with her and some soldiers, there was something wrong with dad's face.  Mrs. Mora just hugged me and started crying.\""
+  },
+  {
+    "id": "note_child_50",
+    "text": "\"Mom went to pick up Cristy early from school today, but she isn’t back yet.  I don’t know why the monster outside is wearing her face.\""
   }
 ]

data/json/snippets/e_logs.json

@@ -74,24 +74,56 @@
       },
       {
         "id": "local_files_simple_18",
-        "text": "A short, silent CCTV tape of some small rest stop near the highway.  The whole video is pretty glitched, and some parts are completely pitch black.  Near the end, a huge explosion can be seen on the horizon, all while the camera obviously malfunctions.  After a second, a grim and unnervingly familiar mushroom cloud rises from the same spot, and the video ends."
+        "text": "A short, silent CCTV tape of some small rest stop near a highway.  The whole video is pretty glitched, and some parts are completely pitch black.  Near the end, a huge explosion can be seen on the horizon, all while the camera obviously malfunctions.  After a second, a grim and unnervingly familiar mushroom cloud rises from the same spot, and the video ends."
       },
       {
         "id": "local_files_simple_19",
-        "text": "Downloads/government_lies_to_you.mp4\n\n20 minute video of some freak with lot of trinkets on his body, who tries to explain that the mass hysteria cases is not caused by chinese mind control agents.  His own version that it was a work of \"mushroom people i saw a few days ago\" doesn't sound correct either."
+        "text": "Downloads/government_lies_to_you.mp4\n\nA 20 minute video of some freak with a lot of trinkets on his body, who tries to explain that the mass hysteria cases aren't caused by chinese mind control agents.  His own version, that it was the work of \"mushroom people i saw a few days ago\" doesn't sound correct either."
       },
       {
         "id": "local_files_simple_20",
         "text": "An image from some movie, featuring a funky long-haired man, that says \"The last 24 hours have been really exciting\"."
       },
       {
         "id": "local_files_simple_21",
-        "text": "Monochrome security camera footage of an intersection that was recorded on April 15th.\n\n23:39: A person tries to cross the road, when suddenly a car hits them at full speed.  The driver drives away from accident, while the body is left where it is.\n23:50: Another person tries to cross the road, when suddenly a car runs the person over at full speed.  The driver drives away from accident, while the body is left near the first victim.\n00:01: Some person tries to cross the road, when suddenly a car hits the person at full speed.  The driver drives away from the accident, with the third body near the original two\nThe tape was cut here, to show the very end of the story\n4:15: you see a giant pile of corpses, of at least two dozen bodies, and  each wearing the same set of clothes.  Despite this, it seems both drivers and pedestrians do not care about it, simply trying to drive around the pile.  Another person tries to cross the road, when suddenly a car hits it at breakneck speed.  The driver seems unable to drive away, as the car is stuck in the pile, so they leave the car, and try to push it out.  Some passing pedestrians try to help them, and with some help the car gets unstuck.  The driver drives away from the intersection, and the tape ends."
+        "text": "Monochrome security camera footage of an intersection that was recorded on April 15th.\n\n23:39: A person tries to cross the road, when suddenly a car hits them at full speed.  The driver drives away from the accident, while the body is left where it is.\n23:50: Another person tries to cross the road, when suddenly a car runs the person over at full speed.  The driver drives away from the accident, while the body is left near the first victim.\n00:01: Some person tries to cross the road, when suddenly a car hits the person at full speed.  The driver drives away from the accident, with the third body near the original two\nThe tape was cut here, to show the very end of the story\n4:15: you see a giant pile of corpses, of at least two dozen bodies, each wearing the same set of clothes.  Despite this, it seems that both drivers and pedestrians do not care about it, simply trying to drive around the pile.  Another person tries to cross the road, when suddenly a car hits them at breakneck speed.  The driver seems unable to drive away, as the car is stuck in the pile, so they leave the car, and try to push it out.  Some passing pedestrians try to help them, and with some help the car gets unstuck.  The driver drives away from the intersection, and the tape ends."
       },
       {
         "id": "local_files_simple_22",
         "text": "The photo depicts a serene and well-maintained terrace basked in warm, clear weather.  The central part of the picture is an intriguing sight, where a section of the terrace and a portion of the building behind it appear to have been cleanly removed, as if erased from reality.  To the side, there is a shattered flower pot, spilling out its soil and a plant with long, broad leaves, some of which have also been cut away in a sharp, clean fashion, almost as if sliced with a knife."
       }
     ]
+  },
+  {
+    "id": "local_files_simple_23",
+    "text": "untitled2047-2842.mp4\nThe video starts with a shaky view of a deserted city street, filmed through a pane of glass framed by drawn curtains.  The grind of tracks and base-growl of an engine dominate the choppy audio as an Abrams tank rumbles into view, flanked by several squads of armed soldiers running beside the vehicle.  Locked behind the rubber shell of a gas mask, each man carries an automatic rifle, skulking carefully along the sides of the tank as the group proceeds down the road.  As the view pans, a soldier leading the column briefly pauses by a blown-open cellar, the cameraman audibly whispering hurried prayers as the infantryman trains their rifle on the abyss.  The view jerks sharply as a glistening, artery-like appendage writhes from an unseen point, crashing through the soldier’s mask and bursting out the back of their skull before yanking them from the ground.  The desperate liturgies grow louder as the view tilts up and reveals the opposite building’s roof line, thickly coated in a crust of churning cytoplasm and organ-like flesh, and over which the hapless soldier’s body is dragged out of sight, before a waterfall of blood erupts and spurts across the convoy.  As the cameraman whimpers in terror, a nightmarish, spidery amalgamation of flesh and bones clambers over the roof’s edge and plunges into the amassed soldiers.  The scene erupts in a mass of gunfire and frantic screams."
+  },
+  {
+    "id": "local_files_simple_24",
+    "text": "Peering down from what appears to be a security camera mount, this monochromatic segment of footage is focused on a section of airport taxiway.  A solitary, desert-drab plane rests upon the stretch of concrete, its boarding stairs lowered, and its twin engines whining as it idles, the drone of its motors almost eclipsing the distant screams and gunfire occasionally conveyed through the crackling audio.  Minutes into the tape, a small group of ragged people burst into view: assorted individuals in civilian garb flanked by a scattering of soldiers, all running headlong towards the aircraft.  A small child can be seen at the rear of the group, half carried by a serviceman and lagging behind the main body.  Suddenly, a violent flutter of gossamer wings fills the view as a dog-sized insectoid lunges past the camera, the colorful wasp alighting on the child’s back and snapping large mandibles about them.  As a sickening, writhing carpet of wasps swarms into view and the group’s front-runners begin to hurry up the aircraft’s steps, a terrible game of tug of war ensues between the soldier and the ever-growing number of frenzied parasitoides, culminating in the man reeling back, showered in spurting blood, and clutching the child’s chewed-off arm.  As the screaming child is subsumed beneath a twitching carapace of legs and pulsating ovipositors and the soldier is forced up the stairs, he pulls a pistol and fires wildly into the swarm, the ammunition depleting before he’s dragged into the aircraft.  The last thing that the camera records is a spherical object being flung from the plane’s closing door—the item pinging off the taxying aircraft’s wing and rolling into the frenzied crowd.  The plane powers out of sight, moments before the footage goes white."
+  },
+  {
+    "id": "local_files_simple_25",
+    "text": "untitled2047-1564.mp4\n\nIn what might be the first cheerful voices you’ve heard since the Cataclysm, a muddle of laughs and good-natured conversation fills the recording’s audio.  The view is filled by a small group of grinning college-age individuals crowding in a haphazard line before the camera, a network of tents and camping equipment visible in the gloom-shrouded field behind them.\n\n\"Hey Mallick\" chirps a feminine voice as the film pans across the assembly, a handful of whooped salutations accompanying the speaker’s voice.  \"We all heard about you being laid up in the hospital after the scuffle in <city> last week, and we wanted to say that we're actually really missing your broken ass out here in bum fuck nowhere. We're recording this video cause we wanted to tell you...\"\n\n\"GET WELL SOON!\" As the raucous chorus of disjointed good wishes dies down, the friends' grins rapidly melt away and are replaced by a look of unified confusion as the call... repeats.  An uneasy silence falls across the group as, from an unseen point in the darkness, the chant resounds, growing more distorted and twisted with each inhuman repetition.  A muttered \"What the fuck?\" can be heard as the call continues, seeming to grow louder or closer, now accompanied with the audible crunch of trampled vegetation.  Nervously, a young man draws a 10mm pistol from beneath his jacket and opens his mouth, before a shapeless, pink mass gallops from the gloom behind him on many nimble legs, rapping mauve tendrils about his head as it grips his shoulders with twitching claws, before wrenching its horrific tendrils and ripping the man’s head clean off.\n\n\"GET WELL SOON!\" screams the Mi-go, blood showering from its fleshy, flower-like head before it lunges at the camera."
+  },
+  {
+    "id": "local_files_simple_26",
+    "text": "This appears to have been a segment of let's play footage, a face-cam section occupying the film’s upper corner and depicting an unshaven man sitting within a windowed bedroom.  Maintaining an enthused monolog, the youth’s upbeat commentary plods along for most of the video, undisturbed by intermittent, inhuman screams and distant detonations.  Indeed, even when the sky beyond his window abruptly darkens, the man shows little reaction save for moving to turn on an adjacent lamp, his commentary swiftly resuming despite the device failing to turn on.\n\nMinutes pass, and, following a particularly violent glitch, an amorphous, white shape can be seen suspended in the gloom, some distance beyond the window.  A chain of malfunctions suddenly begins, each glitch rendering the screen dark.  With every glitch, the form grows steadily closer until its visage is suddenly pressed against the glass.  Bearing the shape of a woman, with patches of fish-like scales knitting between jagged rows of protruding teeth that emerge from its skin, the naked aberration grins with a mouth full of slithering tentacles, its eye sockets replaced by gnashing maws, and many dozens of staring eyes sunken into its undulating flesh.  Another malfunction darkens the screen, only for the view to be nearly subsumed by the nightmare’s writhing face when vision returns, the creature’s rotten, bloated body merging straight through the still-babbling man’s trunk.  A final malfunction robs the footage of visuals, and when it returns, only the man can be seen—sitting quietly alone, his bloodied, empty eye sockets staring at the camera, his toothless maw gaping.  The film goes black, and for the final minutes, only the man’s soft crying can be heard."
+  },
+  {
+    "id": "local_files_simple_27",
+    "text": "This is an archived text sent through a messaging app.\n\nL. C. Carlsen: Yo, I just got this pick sent over from my buddy in the Air Force.  Dude, check this shite out.n\nAn attached high-resolution photo shows an aerial view of several residential and commercial city blocks, with most of the buildings leveled and heavy bomb damage throughout.  A yawning chasm splits the ground where a main road had evidently lain; the concrete thoroughfare burst open as though from some tremendous subterranean pressure.  Mottled, gray mold cakes the surroundings, swamping debris, street fixtures, and entire vehicles in layers of fungal matter, giant, mushroom-like stems lifting heavy heads to the roofs of buildings.  A solitary soldier stands atop a half-collapsed roof, quivering mold reaching almost level with the structure’s parapet.  The quality of the photo is such that you can almost distinguish the individual tears that dampen the soldier’s cheeks and trace the bright outline of the flare that they hold above their head."
+  },
+  {
+    "id": "local_files_simple_28",
+    "text": "This appears to be a promo video for Food Place brand food, depicting a nondescript drive-through with an idling open-topped convertible containing a family of four.  As the driver is handed a paper bag of generic fast food, a sudden bolt of lightning arcs from the night sky, striking the bag and reducing it to ashes.  With the family left exchanging wide-eyed glances, the growl of an engine becomes audible over a steadily rising crescendo of music.  The soundtrack eventually resolves into a rock iteration of the American anthem as a purple motorcycle bursts onto the scene, the Food Place logo stamped upon the side, and its caped rider bearing the noble visage... of Food Person!  Swiftly mounting the car’s hood, the motorcycle soars in a slow-motion arc across the convertible, its rider depositing a giant bag of Food Place food into the arms of the cheering family.  Large, metallic text stamps boldly across the view as the bike lands and roars into the distance.\n\n\"Food Place: The hero your stomach doesn’t deserve... but needs!\"\n\nThe text dissolves, replaced by three figures holding appropriately massive hamburgers: Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King, and, in between them,... Jesus?\n\n\"Food Place: food made by great Americans... for great Americans!\""
+  },
+  {
+    "id": "local_files_simple_29",
+    "text": "This is an archived voice message sent through a chat app.\n\nThe recording opens with the low purr of a vehicle’s motor, with various rattling clinks and clangs audible as a man’s Hispanic accent forces its way through the choppy audio.  \"HEY CHICA, CAN YOU GIVE A MAN ONE HELL OF A WOOHOO?  I just got off the plane from Costa Rica—one full hour ahead of schedule!  Let me tell you something: the airport was emptier than a fucking graveyard, and the staff, sheesh, jumpier than Pablo when he sees the neighbors’ dog.  I didn’t know that a few riots would put the fear of God in all you gun-toting Americans, but if they’re anything like down in San Jose, I suppose I can’t blame people.\"\n\nAs the man talks, the regular thump of large helicopter rotors grows audible in the background, the aircraft seeming to roar right overhead as the driver concludes.  \"Anyway, I’m in a rental and heading to <city> right now; I should be there in less than an hour.  I’ll get back to you later.  There’s a pretty big roadblock ahead, and it looks like they’re flagging me down.  I’ll see you soon, guapa, love…\"  The recording is cut short by a burst of automatic gunfire."
+  },
+  {
+    "id": "local_files_simple_30",
+    "text": "These are a series of five recent voice recordings, all taken on the same day.\n\n18:31: A throaty, young woman’s voice speaks into the microphone, restless footfalls audible in the background.  \"Okay, can we all—that is, me—just admit how fucked up it is that I've resorted to speaking to my phone to keep my nerves from blowing up?  I heard that pretending like someone is listening helps chill you out, but, Jesus, fuck, this ain’t working.  Guess it’s better to pretend to talk to someone than to stay quiet, though.  Christ.  <city> looked like God had decided to wack out the middle finger: bodies everywhere and massive crowds of folks losing their collective shit.  Thank heaven, I'd been out hiking and was able to turn tail and mosey back where I came from.  I don’t know how long I’d been walking before I found this cabin.  The place looked deserted, and the door was unlocked, so I let myself in.  I guess I’ll hang out here until something happens.  Definitely better than slogging it outside or trying to go back.\"\n\n19:55: \"You know, whoever owned this shack, you sure had one sick taste in art. Some of the walls have these largeish, glass-cased portraits that are, honestly, really well painted. Damn if ain’t most of them skinless faces, though. Oh, and tentacles. Lots of tentacles.\"  The speaker falls silent as an unearthly squeal echoes in the distance.\n\n23:05: \"Windows. The portraits were windows. The faces aren’t there anymore. God, help me.\"\n\n0:21: Amidst what sounds like distant, monstrous whispers and crashing reverberations of unknown origin, the woman’s hysterical, shrieking voice sobs.  \"I blacked out a few minutes ago and found myself about to open the front door.  I’ve tied myself to the stovetop.  They're out there!  They want me to come out!  I don’t want to go!  I don’t want to!  I don’t want…\"\n\n0:44: Interspersed by whining shrieks and heavy pants, the woman’s voice struggles to be heard within the distorted recording.  \"Snakes.  I see them!  They're everywhere!  They’re inside of me; I know it!  slithering!  Crawling!  Writhing!  I need to get them out.  Dear God, get them out of me!  Get them out!\"  The sound of a drawer being wrenched open can be heard, followed by the characteristic clatter of a metallic implement being drawn.  The sickening sound of sawing meat and cracking bones can be heard, all but lost beneath the woman’s agonized screams.  For the last 15 minutes of the recording, only the dripping sound of coils of wet, viscous material dribbling to the ground can be heard."
   }
 ]