17-3-2022 We animators are fighting a war And we are losing The predators A highly dangerous computer virus that invaded our world in 2020 The predators consume everything Destroying cities Drawings and animations all taken as fuel Over 3500 accounts have been completed wiped So many lost to the predators They are faster, stronger, smarter, than anything seen before They kill everything Tearing apart creations Ripping open animators Even eating structural components I am making this log for the purpose of preservation If we all die Maybe others that are not from Flipanim might know what happened here Until then We will fight to the last user -This log was created by Mr. FA-

“You're not going to join the force are you? It’s a deathtrap, don’t go!” That’s the last thing I heard from Potatocash and the others, they’re dead now, the predators got them shortly after I left. To understand this we have to go back to 2020, the year they predators came. A defence unit was issued to take out the virus to protect FA, but when it was reported that most weapons were ineffective against these predators a research team composed of the smartest animators. They came to the conclusion that blue ink was effective in combating these creatures, and the best artists started designing weapons and producing them. When I signed up I was put into Fireteam zero, a squadron designed to face this threat. I’ve only been sent on three missions, all successful. But if that was victory, I cannot imagine defeat. The aftermath of my first mission is etched into my mind, bodies, everywhere. I tried to help a dying user, but the ink bled out of them before my eyes. At that moment the horrible realisation came to

me, that the cities we drew, the landscapes we painted. Flipanim would be gone. That brings us to now. “You think we’re gonna make it through this one?” LegendAnimator said loudly over the whirring of the helicopter. “I don’t know,” I replied. I doodled on a flipbook as I sat in my seat, a simple stickman, nothing much. It started moving, animated on the page, running around, doing backflips. I smiled and closed the flipbook and tucked it into my bag and took out my rifle. “Why even animate anymore? The only thing left is the Animations that the predators haven’t ripped to shreds,” Legend said, with a hint of sadness in his voice. We were flying over Flipanim Hills, correct that, what’s left, of Flipanim hills. a grey landscape drained of it’s ink and color. “I remember when Mr. FA drew these plains, so we could create more from it, look at it now,” I said. Legend sighed and locked a magazine into his Blue-Ink Rifle. “We’re at the drop zone,” I heard in my earpiece.

The heli lowered until it was near the ground and then hovered, waiting for the deployment. “Let’s go,” I said. All the animators on the helicopter filed off the side of the heli. The sound of boots hitting the ground echoed in the area as many other troops were dropped off their helicopters. That's when disaster struck. I heard a distinct shriek in the distance, followed by the deafening sound of an explosion. I turned around to see a column of smoke far away from my unit's position.They were already here. Our unit started to move towards the explosion. Everything started getting worse, we heard the sound of firing, followed by screaming and the horrible noise of tearing flesh. We ran to help and when the smoke cleared and we saw mutilated bodies around the crashed helicopter, a predator dismantled a poor animator until what was left of them stopped squirming. About 13 predators emerged from the wreckage, their black jaws stained with ink, their claws sharp, their teeth pointed, the bone plates on their

backs shifted. Then came a crescendo of shrieks as the Predators threw themselves forward. I pulled on the trigger hard, blue light flashed from the muzzle. The gun vibrated with recoil. Chaos descended as screams and shrieks echoed. Blue ink bullets flew through the air, killing some of the predators. However a predator leapt forward, it’s raptor-like front arms tore into an animator as it’s front and back legs powered backwards, dragging the poor soul away so fast almost nobody noticed it. The only clue was a red trial of ink smeared on the faded grey grass. “I’m going after it,” I called back to my unit, running forwards. “You’re going to get yourself killed!” I ignored their calls and kept running. Exchanging the empty ink cartridge in my gun for a fresh one. I found it. The predator was ripping and tearing at its victim, regenerating its wounds as it devoured the flesh. Red ink was spilling

everywhere. I took aim and unloaded onto the predator, it shrieked as it charged. It lost an arm, then a front leg, then it’s head was blown open, revealing binary code inside. It’s damaged body faltered, losing framerate until it was a dead still image. I ran over to the victim, she was already dead. “Infi! 6’ o clock incoming!” I heard in the distance. Then I was bowled over by something very fast...

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