An old, dusty computer lies in a corner of Haven, shrouded by overgrowth. An tattered piece of paper is on the keyboard. The following is written on it in small handwriting:
The computer will only accept cursive/emphasized text, although I doubt that you can dig through the enigma of its wires to find the messages within. I know I died trying to...to...to make them? ~~¾ξ⬱℘∧◊
Command?
EDIT: I'm baaaack. (After getting some persuasion from Autofire) To keep things more reliable, I'm not going to use SS to make any more images. That takes way to long, especially cause it's got a poor setup. Now if someone made an easier version, then it would be possible, but I don't think that's possible. Anyway, I'm going to make sure I always update on the weekends, if not more often.
Fun fact: this was not originally going to end up like a story like how it has. Don't ask me what it was going to be and what I was trying to get to. That will be for later, most likely when...never mind.
This a fan-fic?