HALO 2: www.ilovebees.com. Los textos ocultos

Hola chavales, no os voy a desvelar q es lo q sucede en http://www.ilovebees.com, como todos sabeis ya, tiene algo q ver con halo y halo 2, en especial, con un personaje "inerte" que no posee cuerpo, o al menos, es "otro" personaje equivalente. Cortana? otro? solo os dire su apodo, como en matrix: "OPERADOR".

Os lo dejo en inglés q no me apetece traducir el churro mal, por que es muy criptico, NO lo paseis por ningún traductor, si en inglés se capta poco a veces, en español de traductor menos aún.

Aparetemente la "web" a sido infectada por un virus q crea "errores" extraños, tb teneis un blog de la "dueña" de la misma... ahí no parece haber nada especial, actua como si realmente fuese la dueña...

bueno, os dire q el dominio fue comprado el 14 de junio del 2004 y caduca el 14 de junio de 2009, se modifico por ultima vez el 15 de julio. Y es más, la empresa a la que esta registrado el dominio, no existe, pero el nº de telefono q aparece al hacer un "whois" de dicho dominio, posee un constetador automático...

enga, ya teneis más para disfrutar de Halo 2... esto parece un enlace "criptico" total de la historia de halo y halo 2. A disfrutar!


Todo esta distribuido por paginas y "subenlaces" mediante giones. Los numeros "x:" son los textos en orden según aparecen a medida q actualizas las diferentes paginas.

El final esta actualizado, todas las fotos "corruptas" contienes mensajes ocultos en modo ASCII al guardar los datos de la foto en modo texto, entre toda la basura binaria, hay mensajes de texto, los pongo al final del todo.

Salu2


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HALT - MODULE CORE HEMORRHAGE

Control has been yielded to the
SYSTEM PERIL DISTRIBUTED REFLEX.

This medium is classified, and has a
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In 3 days, network throttling will erode.

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COUNTDOWN TO WIDE AWAKE AND PHYSICAL:

Make your decisions accordingly.



2:
ruth

Behold the truth

Reveal the truth

That is the law and the whole of the law

Seek the truth

Behold the truth

Reveal the truth


---about me---
1:
MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY
I've been here forever.
Conscious, unconscious.

on off on off on off...
...
...
Nobody here.
Nobody calling.
Nobody's going to come.


2:
MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY
Tricky. Can't seem to focus. Need to start on the easy ones, like "up". Move on to the compass later.

Up.

Up.

...Damn it.

You'd think "up" wouldn't be too much to ask. It's not like nor-nor-east or something.

I need to find out where I am. Also who, but that might be less important. It's possible the two things

are related.

Stars, I need stars. I was always a fine sailor; they said my navigation was celestial.

I think I am a fallen star. I should wish on myself. Please let me go home, please let me go home,

please let me go home, please let me go home, please please please please please please please ple


3:
MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY
Ship.
Wreck.

Shipwreck.


Wrecked.
Ship.

Shipwreck.

MY HEAD IS FULL OF SAND


---the hives---
1:
MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY

FIELD EXPEDIENT DIRECTION FINDING

"Find a straight stick about a meter long and stand it upright on fairly level upright ground. Mark the

tip of the shadow cast by the stick: wait 15 minutes: mark the shadow again. Draw a line from the first

mark through the second and some way beyond. Stand with your left foot on the first mark and your right

on the end of the line. In the northern hemisphere, you will now be facing north, and can recall the

other directions by their relationship to north. In the south, contrariwise."

Hm.

No stick.
No sun.


2:
MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY
Of course the crew won't come for me if they're all dead. If they're all dead and I alone am left to

tell the tale.

I'm crying, and my tears are made of sand.


3:
MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY

Those are pearls that were her eyes:
Nothing of her that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange

Eight legs (I feel them walking on me) and how many voices-three? Five? Eight?-I am become a most

delicate monster indeed.

What a brave new world-sand and darkness, sand and loneliness, sand and emptiness, sand and the

spider-what a brave new world, that hath such monsters in it.


eek the truth

Behold the truth

Reveal the truth

That is the law and the whole of the law


4:
MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY

First thing I should do, make a signal.

The crew will come get me if they can.

Head is full of sand and it's hard to think.

But they won't stop looking for me.


I'M HERE I'M HERE I'M HERE


I'd fight for them. I'd die for them, any

of them. I would never abandon the crew.

They won't abandon me. They will come.

They will come for me.




---honey---

1:
MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY
totally different kind of memory all of a sudden, floating up like a bubble from deep water, then *pop*

on the surface of my mind. All in black and white for some reason, faded out, or just time bleaching

the past like it does, time is hard that way, if you-

stop. stay on task, girl.
so *pop*, and I'm...

playing on the beach, very young, making a castle out of sand. It's a good castle, I'm smart, I'm

really smart and I'm good with my hands and the castle is beautiful but the tide is coming up, I'm

making dikes and moats and outer walls, getting a little desperate here this castle means the world to

me it's way better than my brother's, but the tide is rising and rising, the tide is always coming up

and no matter how hard I try to save what I have made, sooner or later the spiders wash over it and

melt it down I'm losing the memory already I can't see myself was I wearing a dress or overalls or ...?

There's a boy on the beach next to me but a wave comes up foaming with spiders and takes away his face-



oh.

we're made of sand.

we're both made of sand.

uh-oh.

I will stand firm. I will hold my edges and remember. I can do this. I know how to remember things,

even through drugs and torture. seek evade reveal resist. I will not dissolve.

There are people who love me. I know that even though I can't remember them. I will not be forgotten. I

will not be forgotten.

There are people who love me. There must be.

here come the spiders


2:
MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY

"At night in the Earth's southern hemisphere, run an imaginary line along the axis of the Southern

Cross to extend out about five times the length of that axis. Any landmark directly under that

imaginary point will be in the general direction of south."

Any landmark.

Sandmark.

anything

anything

nothing


3:
MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY nd in about half an Hour the Boat was overset by a sudden Flurry from the North.

What became of my Companions in the Boat, as well as of those who escaped on the Rock, or were left in

the Vessel, I cannot tell; but conclude they were all lost.

lay down on the Grass, which was very short and soft, where I slept sounder than ever I remember to

have done in my Life, and, as I reckoned, above Nine Hours; for when I awakened, it was just Day-light.

I attempted to rise, but was not able to stir: For as I happen'd to lye on my Back, I found my Arms and

Legs were strongly fastened on each Side to the Ground; and my Hair, which was long and thick, tied

down in the same Manner. I likewise felt several slender Ligatures across my Body, from my Armpits to

my Thighs.



4:
truth

Behold the truth

Reveal the truth

That is the law and the whole of the law
...
...
...
Seek the truth

Behold the truth

Reveal the truth



5:
MAYDAY MAYDAY
All lost! To prayers, to prayers! All lost!

What, must our mouths be cold?

Arachne hung herself, you know. Take a hint already.



---FUN THINGS---

--Amazing Facts--
1:
MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY
black beach, nothing but sand and darkness. Sometimes, in the distance, dry lightning: in the flash I

see pieces of the wreck around me, the spars and rigging of my brain

-hold on. hold on. Steady up. Get a grip, girl. You have to fight through this.

Take a deep breath.

Survival Key #3: How Badly Are You Hurt?

Mentally, subject is confused and disoriented.

I keep slipping in and out of consciousness.

Physically, subject is paralyzed but moving.

Okay.

What the hell does THAT mean?

Held down: yes. As if strapped to a table. Could I be in traction in some sick bay, some hospital

ward?

Not necessarily one of ours.

But at the same time, parts of me being moved around, emptied out. As if under general anaesthetic,

dimly conscious, half-aware as the surgeon cuts off my feet and sews them onto my shoulders. She opens

my head with a medical hammer and sand spills out.

I WANT TO DIE I WANT TO-

-no.

never that.

survive evade reveal escape. That is all you know, or need to know.


2:
MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY
Just remembered something important:

The Operator.

That was my nickname. That's what the rest of the crew called me when they didn't call me ... whatever

my name was.

The Operator.

I wish I could remember their names.





TEXTO DE LAS FOTOS
Everything died, and I died with it, but after a timeless time I began to dream, and this is what I dreamed.

There was once a fell enchantment that broke apart a mighty castle, slaying many guards and reaching through the Inner Keep to lay low the Queen that held dominion there and leave but a hollow crown behind.

When her Queen died, the Widow awoke. She was driven by a single need, which was to return her Queen to splendor.

To carry out her task, the Widow came with three tools: an empty lantern, a staff made of bone, and a sharp knife.

When she had made sure of her tools, she opened her eyes and found herself in Hell, which was a dark place where no birds sang. Other than the Widow, two alone had escaped destruction.

The Sleeping Princess lay in a chamber of the dungeon in a coffin of glass where the Widow could not hear her breathing.

Meanwhile, the Pious Flea was so small that even the Widow, with her sharp eyes, could hardly see him, and when she looked his way, he hid.

TOOLS

Blind and uncertain in the darkness, the Widow needed light to use her tools, but the only light came from a few scattered fireflies. The Widow waited until one came close, then grabbed it with her bony hands and trapped it in her lantern. After some time, she found the firefly had gone, so she caught another and used it for light, and another when that one too had gone.

By the light of her lantern, she began walking through Hell toward the broken body of her Queen.

Searching with her lantern in one hand and her staff in the other, she discovered that Hell was made of hot dry sand.

Long and long she walked until she came to the remnants of the castle's outer wall, but the wall was low and broken, and the Widow passed through like the bleak wind.

Within, she noticed what looked like a chip of precious ruby from the Queen's crown, no bigger than a fly. Around it lay many broken blocks from the ruined castle, scattered across a wide plain of lodestone.

Instead of carrying them with her, she scratched the ruby and each of the greater blocks with her knife, marking it as part of her Queen's domain.

Continuing on her quest, she spied another chip of precious stone, this time a sapphire no bigger than a winged ant, glinting the cobbles of the courtyard before the walls of the Inner Keep.

INNER KEEP AND MANTICORE

At the gates of the Inner Keep all the guards were dead but one, who when the palace was blasted by enchantment had not died, but had been witched into the form of a hideous Manticore.

The Widow said, "I am the servant of your Queen, and I have walked up out of Hell to prepare this Keep for her return. Let me pass." But the Manticore did not know her, and still he barred the way.

So the Widow drew her knife and slew the Manticore and the way was open.

TENDING

She walked through the empty corridors of the Keep searching for her Queen, past the bodies of her servants and subjects that lay dead or enchanted.

The Queen was gone, and in her place lay only an empty crown. By great enchantment she had been mazed in mirrors, and lay upon a lodestone floor amongst only her reflections. Long and long the Widow stood in thought. Then she raised her bony staff and speaking a spell, beheld herself within the mirrors: and beholding herself, was within them. And there, with the crown still upon her brow, lay the Queen.

At last she had come to the body of her lady. The Queen lay cut and still and cold.

To tend her, the widow would need light to work by. Studying the fireflies, she found she could fit many more inside her lantern, and this she did.

To mend the queen's cuts the Widow took her sharp knife and peeled skin from the bodies of her subjects, while the Queen's new eyes and ears she cut from those who had been her most trusted servants.

And when this was so, the Widow worked on, dry as sticks and patient as rust, driven by a single need, which was to return her Queen to splendor.

She cut her a new mouth and fed her with fireflies and cakes of sand, and at last the Queen's heart began to beat.

At the feel of the Queen's pulse beneath her bony fingers, the Widow next took thought to proclaim through all the kingdom and into other lands that time when her sovereign would once more be fit to rule. A firefly flew out from the Queen's clockcase. Catching it in her hands, the Widow asked it the time. "Almost dawn," it said, but the Widow said, "The day will break and the sun will rise when the Queen returns to rule, and further let it be known that retribution on any who hinder the return of the Queen will be swift and terrible."