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The replies were coordinates. Precise, decimal-heavy GPS coordinates.

I opened it. The photo was of my own face, sleeping, taken from the foot of my bed. The timestamp was three minutes from now. tnt imageboard

The login screen was the first sign that something was wrong. Instead of the cheerful, anime mascot of the old “/co/” board, a stark, monochrome render of a lit stick of dynamite greeted me. The caption read: “You only post twice.” The replies were coordinates

“You only post twice. First, unknowingly. Second, from the other side of the screen.” The photo was of my own face, sleeping,

I didn’t stay to see the coordinates. I ran. Out the door, down the fire escape, into the alley. The air was cold. The coordinates from the board were fresh in my mind: the alley behind my building. I was already there.

The post read: “Check the news.”

Reply #100 came from me. Or from something using my name.