For the sake of being brief cause we have like a billion of these things to dig through, I made a doc for andy to take a look at later. These were the top issued tickets. Bunch of weird shit (as per usual) so don't get too tied up in the stuff.
- Darcy

Files

hey andy so we got a bunch of these unsorted if you could get to them when you have time. thx :) - Darcy

Update 02/12/2024

oh. fuck. i think i know what to do.- Gorkov

Update 12/30/2023

OK so these are more or less intact. we managed to pull the links to aggregate folders but not all of them are decrypted yet. the staff names line up with Darcy Jacques and Andrew Stevens, the IT director and externals manager respectfully (I guess he really did get that shift duty hey). anyway prio #1 is getting the dolor lane shit debugged. I'll let Kev know when its good to go. These servers are fucking ancient.- Gorkov

Update 01/06/2024

holy shit, okay, so this wasnt on the wayback machine but Im starting to find the trace links. pulled up most of the uni website. something is up with the submission form tho. its sending notes SOMEWHERE. which means the DNS is not dead.- Gorkov

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---The Dolor Lane Emails — Full Archive
Sent from: [email protected]
Sent to: [▓▓▓▓'s email]
Note: All emails were held by an unknown server delay and delivered simultaneously to ▓▓▓'s inbox, three years after the first was written.---EMAIL 01 — Month 1
Subject: new placeHey. Guess what. Got an apartment. East end, cheap as shit, kind of a dump but the bones are good (that’s what they are gonna say about me when they find my body here). There's a dep downstairs run by this guy who looks like he used to front a band in the 90s. You'd like him. Or hate him. Same thing with you.Anyway. Alive and house-broken. Shocking, I know.---EMAIL 04 — Month 3
Subject: (no subject)Made pelmeni tonight. Too many for one person but that's how the recipe works, you can't halve it without fucking up the dough. Froze the rest. Fridge is full of lil ziplock soldiers.The kitchen's already half covered in jars. I set up the speakers in the living room. Sounds like a real place now.---EMAIL 07 — Month 5
Subject: re: re: re:I know you're not getting these or you'd have said something by now. That's fine. I'm writing anyway. It’s like, journaling. My therapist would be proud if I had one.There's a gym on the fifth floor. Someone put up a new punching bag. I've been going every morning.Started those remote courses for social work. Getting my shit together. You wouldn't recognize me. That's not true. You'd recognize me immediately and you'd be annoyed about it.---EMAIL 11 — Month 9
Subject: that songRemember that Portishead track you played in your car that one time, engine off, parked outside the Rabba, 2am? You said "just listen" and I actually shut up for once?The radio picked it up on the roof last night. Old station, plays stuff from years ago. I sat there for an hour.There's a second chair up there now.---EMAIL 16 — Month 14
Subject: (no subject)Do you still drink that shit with the ginger in it? The dep has it. Artisanal or whatever. Labels are always damp, I don't know why. I bought one and it's just sitting in my fridge like an idiot.---EMAIL 19 — Month 18
Subject: heyI have a second key.---EMAIL 22 — Month 21
Subject: (no subject)forgot what your voice sounds like---EMAIL 25 — Month 24
Subject: are you evenYou know what, never mind.---EMAIL 26 — Month 24
Subject: sorryThat last one was stupid. I'm not mad at you. I don't know who I'm mad at. The wifi here is shit and the lights keep going out and I think the guy in 2C is drinking himself to death but that's not your problem.None of this is your problem. I know that.---EMAIL 31 — Month 30
Subject: standing offerRent here is almost nothing. I'm not kidding. There's space. The couch pulls out but I'd give you the bed, obviously. I cook a lot now. Not just frozen shit. I've got the zakuski down, there’s pickles, that smoked fish you liked, black bread, the works. I'd set the table with the china.You don't have to decide anything. You don't have to stay. Just come see it.I'll leave the key with Silas downstairs.---EMAIL 35 — Month 32
Subject: (no subject)shit.