You stumble across a forgotten wreckage in the wastes. On the wreckage, there is an engraved metal plate. The inscription upon it says:
The personal site of manifoldslug. String wrangler, insane toymaker, wannabe explorer of the turing tarpit, and avid collector of dust.
The high sun burns through your skin, the low moon chills you to the bone.
|-||Take a random walk|
|-||Audio equalization with band noise|
|-||Finite and Infinite Games, a transcription|
|-||Finite and Infinite Games, a reflection|
|-||The northern university building|
|-||Lurking in the collective conscious|
|-||Server setup and hardening|