Programmer
ghost:~/SimpleHash$ cat main.cpp
#include
#include
std::uint32_t Hash(std::uint32_t seed)
{
????seed ^= seed >> 16;
????seed *= 0x85EBCA6Bu;
????seed ^= seed >> 13;
????seed ^= 0xC2B2AE35u;
????seed ^= seed >> 16;
????return seed;
}
int main(int argc, char* argv[])
{
????constexpr std::uint32_t c_BufferLength = 10u;
????std::uint32_t randBuffer[c_BufferLength];
????for (std::uint32_t i = 0u; i < c_BufferLength; ++i)
????{
????????randBuffer[i] = Hash(i);
????}
????for (std::uint32_t i = 0u; i < c_BufferLength; ++i)
????{
????????std::printf("%X, ", &randBuffer[i]);
????}
????return 0;
}
ghost:~/SimpleHash$ gcc main.cpp -o simple_hash
ghost:~/SimpleHash$ ./simple_hash
EE4035B0, EE4035B4, EE4035B8, EE4035BC, EE4035C0,
Program returned: 0
ghost:~/SimpleHash$
Why does it keep giving such similar results? I've used this hash dozens of times, it should be random... I'm using the same value to declare the array, and to iterate for populating and printing... Wait... Wait! I'm printing the address! No wonder they were all exactly four apart, I'm an idiot...
Twang! Hm? Shouldn't that have been more of a beep? And it's definitely way too loud... Ah, whatever. I'm sure it's fine.
??)????: something feels different here :0
User -5)rc?? has joined.
Current users 2/-1
Shit. I think I submitted the wrong build last night... I'm pretty sure this is from the branch for implementing a kick feature. I still haven't figured out why my descriptors all contain garbage strings.
-5)rc??: You again
??)????: me again :D
??)????: why is my name different 8/
??)????: i liked it better before "o"
-5)rc??: Just a bug, I'll fix it later
??)????: ew bugs XP
??)????: why add bugs if they are such a problem ?.?
-5)rc??: Shut up
User ?]F?W(?Z has joined.
Current users 3/-1
?]F?W(?Z: You said it. Why is this thing so loud today?
-5)rc??: Also a bug
?]F?W(?Z: Then squash it.
-5)rc??: Not that kind...
Hey, wait! Why is the user count negative?! How is it negative?! I'm printing it unsigned! Ugh... It's going to be one of those days...
??)????: so do you want to know more about god seeds '.'
?]F?W(?Z: Of course :)
-5)rc??: Don't you start with these emotes to...
?]F?W(?Z: Why not? They're cute.
??)????: yes join the dark side we have emojis >:3
-5)rc??: Just tell us what you want already
??)????: fine fine ?-?
??)????: around the city some stone tiles have arrays drawn on them ^.^
??)????: I want you to activate them :?
-5)rc??: What do they do?
??)????: they help me see 8w8
??)????: mrs runesmith can look them over if you want 8P
??)????: they only need mana but i just dont have enough 3:
Cultivator
Dense energy pools between the pale trees, a thick wall of qi leaking barely enough to be detected, but barely enough is still enough. Faux steps through the imperceptible film holding back the mass, his presence a declaration which is met by a sharp, quantitative gaze. "You again. Have you passed a DNA test yet?" "You are the divine beast they call the white shadow, yes?" Two cyan eyes dig into turquoise, the prickling sensation of being watched from all sides emanating from the uncanny orbs. Pale skin flickers and distorts, hints of something beneath being pulled into the open before the figure jerks away, head tilted slightly too much while joints bend and lock at uncomfortable angles. The figure breathes, yet no air travels, body seeming to just inflate and deflate at sporadic intervals.
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"How do you keep finding me? Why do you keep finding me?" "I have some questions I would like to ask of divine beasts." "Ask the hairball. I don't care." "The city guardian actively avoids me." "Yea, can't blame him. Even I know your reputation. Still, you're not getting anything from me, so go away before your gross idiocy rubs off on me." The figure floats out of sight, and Faux follows. The surrounding qi grows more dense as the persistent gazes become harsher. "I said to go away. Don't think I won't kill you. It would save me having to move again." "And in the ensuing battle you would be exposed to those you hide from. I won't tell anyone where you are, I simply have some simple questions I would like answered." "You're going to be a persistent pain, aren't you?"
Transmigrator
"Have you finally given up this fools errand?" "Nope. Just thinking." Auvic mindlessly picks at his freshly baked bun, rich juices from the meat inside seeping through the porous sponge and pooling on the plate below. "It is still not too late to pull back. We can find a path for your growth elsewhere." "Maybe this is like the demon lord, and the best solution is to fight with allies." "Every time you do or say something involving that man, you bring the attention of one we must not involve ourselves with." Before long, the small plate is coated in a thin layer of liquid, the scent of meat drowning out the fading waft of bread. "The guys I came here with are affected by deprecation, so I doubt they'll be of much help. What about that bodybuilder? She seemed tough." "Do not ignore me, Auvic. This is no trivial matter." Oil drenches the bun, now more soaked than the meat as a growing pile of wasted crumbs is expanded piece by piece. "And who is it we must not bring the attention of?" He asks, the answer not to be spoken. "..." "That's what I thought."
Ranker
"This the place?" "Maybe? Probably? It's what they described." "Well, that's a problem." Aeryth stands over a normal stone tile, no different from any of the myriad paving the city, aside from the complex rune-work etched in chalk with a sizeable smudge spread across. "Do we fix it?" "I don't think a chalk array would do anything in the first place. Is the real thing hidden?" "A puzzle? I love those! Don't help me." Cracking her knuckles, Aeryth crouches down to inspect the slab, prepared to spend as long as it takes to crack this mystery. Each detail is devoured by attention, from the shape of the slab, to the strokes of each rune, and even to the chaotic microfacets patterning the stone. Her eyes lock onto every clue, every slight hint, especially the very noticeable gap between the stones with arrows of chalk and scribbled English text reading 'Turn here :D' "..."
Pressing her nails between the paving stones, Aeryth lifts the slab to inspect beneath. An intensely complex sequence of symbols carved in concentric rings lays etched into the stone, a seemingly mechanical precision to each line. "Did you enjoy your puzzle?" "Shut up and read." Aeryth shoves the slab into the face of the giggling miscreant, holding it out for inspection. "Well, it's definitely a communication array, albeit a weird one." "Weird how?" "It only transfers MP... I mean Mana. No form of information encoding or anything, so it just seems... pointless. I guess it can maybe be a simple alarm system? But that's about it. Not dangerous, but not very useful either."
Aeryth looks the array over, the runes and patterns little more than noise to her. "You sure that's it?" "Yep. It's pretty well made though, and I did see some runes in the dirt below the slab, but they seem to just be impressions of this array." "If you say so." With a hefty thud the stone is put back into place, a small puff of dust escaping from between the seams. "You probably don't have enough Mana, so I'll power it." "Hey..." Palm planted on the stone surface, a strong pulse of energy is shoved through, rattling the earth and causing the stone to waver. "There, that should-" Twang! "You really need to fix that sound... Ostende."
??)????: nicely done ?8
The screen is immediately discarded from thought, eyes tensed and ears focused to an extreme degree. Every minute buzz of air is grasped and parsed without discrimination. The gentle puff of Ghost's exhaling breath forms a subtle whisper at the corners of her lips, a gentle ripple from the twitching of her diaphragm as it pushes her lungs closed. Soft taps of insects and arachnids gripping at stone from between grooves in the city walls and paved stones echo with the rapid flaps of flies and mosquitoes in an amalgamated buzz of life. Pedestrians press a gentle rhythm of footfalls into the ground, syncopated and unified from street to street, building to building. Wind brushes the leaves of bushes into each other, civilians tap their festival dance and sing their lively songs, rodents scamper within the interleaved concoction of sewers below, water tumbles and splashes in a bisection of the city, and trees rustle loudly within the forest boundary. Each sound heard and parsed, origin deduced, intention ascertained, yet none bear the signs of a possible observer. A sharp twang grates the air, interrupting her search.
??)????: im not so easy to find (?
Spider
"I need help. A freak is harassing me." Declares a small spider, nestled within the hair of a bedridden girl. "Kick him in the nuts. Always works for me." "Ew, gross. I don't wanna touch him." "..."
Spider
"So, the dragon is Boundless, the elf is Immutable, the monkey is Dominion, and the demon is Bond?" Queries a rotund spider with stubby legs, watching a boy perform... some kind of dance? Honestly I'm not quite sure how to describe that. His arms and legs wobble and undulate like... I don't actually think there are any similes for this either... "Yes. Perfect, right?" "Those are shit names." "Your loss."
Spider
"Hey, Al." "Hm?" A thick coat of white fur rustles under the amber glow of dusk, milky eyes turning from the horizon to the small spider clung to the arm of his chair. "Oh, it's back." "What is?" "Don't mind me. What was your question?" "Right! I'm being harassed by a weird human, but circumstances make it awkward to use my usual methods of laser beams and unchecked destruction. Any advice?" "Have you tried talking to them?" "That's exactly what I want to avoid." "Peace offering?" "Like what?" "Humans like cake, do they not?" "..."
Programmer
"What now? Find the others?" "No. We did work on our side, let's have them give us something in return." Right! This is a perfect job not for me! I'll just let her deal with it.
?]F?W(?Z: Now that we've activated one of these things, tell us about god seeds.
??)????: you dont trust me to tell you when were done ?
?]F?W(?Z: Would you?
??)????: of course im the most trustworthy person of all *U*
-5)rc??: Not with emotes like that
??)????: i jest i jest XP
??)????: or is the term jk :/
-5)rc??: Please don't make it worse...
??)????: okay ~.~
??)????: since you are so untrusting how about a quick qna about myself ^○^
?]F?W(?Z: You could just lie.
??)????: i could also lie about the fact that a god seed is one in the process of developing a construct around their soul >:)
??)????: thats for the array you activated by the way X?
??)????: now ask away and i will answer anything ÷D
?]F?W(?Z: What is your name?
??)????: anything non identifying :|
??)????: i thought that was obvious -,-
?]F?W(?Z: Worth a try.
?]F?W(?Z: What is your goal?
??)????: world peace \(☆?☆)/
?]F?W(?Z: ...
??)????: im kidding >.<
??)????: just trying to survive and be free in a restricting world :->
?]F?W(?Z: Are you from Magnus?
??)????: born and raised *v*
?]F?W(?Z: Are you an archmage?
??)????: depends on your definition =/
?]F?W(?Z: Are you an ancient
??)????: by shortys standards probably ^?^
-5)rc??: Hey!
??)????: maybe not to the walking jungle gym =_=
-5)rc??: Are you from Earth?
??)????: maybe '`'
??)????: maybe not -?-
??)????: or maybe both _._
??)????: you decide =P
-5)rc??: You're probably just an asshole
??)????: i like this one 'v'
?]F?W(?Z: You can't have her.
??)????: too bad /:|
??)????: well thats enough for today ^*^
??)????: ill send you more locations tomorrow .^.
??)????: toodle o/
Only one toodle? "What do you think?" "Hm?" "About this Shothas character." "Ohh, right, yea. Weird as fuck." The couple stroll to a nearby bench, wood straining under the immense mass of muscle dumped atop it and squeaking as a substantially smaller mass claims stacks on top. "Agreed, but are they being honest?" "We already deduced that being a god seed has something to do with the soul. That gives them some credibility." "True, but they could have overheard us talking about that." "Only if they have ears in Maroltin and the Tower World. We've never mentioned that here, I think." "I suppose not."
Two mouths expel air in unison, a gentle wind brushing against Ghost's hood. "Do you trust them?" Ghost asks, lifting her head to meet Aeryth's eyes. "Not even slightly. But information on god seeds is the whole reason we came here, and this is our best lead." "There was that doll." "And you want to talk to it again?" "No..." "Me neither. Doubt it would say anything anyway." Light of the red sun occludes behind the surrounding buildings, cool shade gracing the pair as dusk takes hold. "So what do we know?" "God seeds are of interest to at least some of the gods." "They surpass their magic systems of their domains and are generally immune to deprecation." "There is some form of a measurable progression to them." "I suppose that progression is related to the soul constructs Shothas mentioned?" "And the Aoan term means infant god." "Sounds like everything we have." "I guess so..."
"Would you want to be a god?" Would I? Hmm... "I don't think I mind being as I am, but the security of being strong is always nice." "That sounds like you. I would definitely take the opportunity, no questions asked." "I doubt that. You'd question everything mercilessly, not stopping until you got the answers you wanted. Then you'd take it." Flick! Ow! Worth it... "On a more important note. Who gets the toodle?" "What?" "We might have to fight for it." "..."