//The following is a nextube profile for verified user 'posi3252'. The account has a lot of subscribers despite only having a handful of posted videos.// posi3252 – 50k subscribers HOME //He has six videos– the first is a five-second video of a crab, and the second is a stream archive.// PLAYLISTS //He has five playlists–// [OCEAN MAN REMIXS] [lobster vidz] [lizerd video] [other] [cringe compilation] COMMUNITY STATUS: helo CHANNELS //posi3252 is subscribed to three channels– TickleMeTigren, MagicalMysteries and archy3.// ABOUT //He has a short profile description.// david ward yes that one i am not cringe
//A video is uploaded.// I CROSSD A LINE – Nov 19 3286 #haven #havensenator #wardgang #davegang #davecore #sorry #apology #apologyvideo #davidward #senator #atlas #undercrypt #capitalism #communism #unboxing #reaction #gaming #gamingvid #speedrun #telroth //It begins with an intro: never before seen, and throughly shitty.// After the intro plays, the video cuts to the empty interior of a corravian penthouse. It’s cheap-looking but pleasant, with a few framed photos of an iguana hanging up on the walls. The video is almost completely silent, the phone microphone only picking up on the faint humming ambience of the room. Horrifyingly, the entire video is filmed vertically, on a phone. Two full minutes pass, then Dave steps into frame. He’s dressed in jeans, his glasses, a t-shirt and a jacket, fairly casual. The t-shirt is white with golden text, reading “I <3 HAVEN” in impact font- it looks like the shoulder and heart portion of the shirt has been badly stained, however, with some kind of black substance. It’s roughly in the shape of a giant handprint, like a ravir dipped their hand in black paint and laid it on his shoulder. Dave’s hair is partially white from the roots up, like it’s been growing in that way for a couple weeks. Dave lets out a sigh, and smiles nervously at the camera, running a hand through his hair. Then he walks over and picks up the phone. Viewers get an unflattering worm’s-eye-view of his face for the first minute or so. “Uhhh. Hey guys.” He pauses. The video is clearly unscripted. “Just wanted to, uhhh. Address the, uh. News post about me. Real cool article, uh... cool video on it. If you like... news, uhhh... smash that like button.” Another pause, as he grins emptily at the camera. It’s awkward. Then he seems to gain a little confidence, and starts speaking again. “Okay, so I’d figure I say what happened, why I did it, what went down after I came back... I’m gonna be, uh, assuming you’ve already read the article, so if you haven’t seen it, pause the video... okay, cool. Let’s do this.” He begins to pace the room as he speaks, the ceiling of the apartment moving past. “All of this shit, uhh, started when this guy named Brasit visited my office. He’s been to the citadel few times, pretty interesting guy. Always sweating tar and exhaling fear gas, but hey, I don’t judge. I knew him before this and he was always chill enough. This was on the seventeenth of October, by the way. Anyway, he showed up to my office and said he had a temp job, just for me. It would last a couple months, and I’d be paid pretty well, and then I could go home. He was pretty vague about what I’d DO, but- he did say it was military-related. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the biggest red flag I’ve ever ignored in my LIFE.” He stops pacing, angling the camera so it’s looking him a little more head-on. “Because why the FUCK would he want a SENATOR for that? And why would I, a senator, want to work for the military of another nation?! But I was SOOO flattered and I LOVE money so I just fucking agreed to it anyway.” He starts pacing again, frustrated. “He still didn’t PAY ME, by the way! I broke my ribs in that fight! They still fucking hurt! I can’t HUG ANYTHING without being in EXCRUCIATING PAIN. And screaming hurts, too. NOT THAT THAT’LL STOP ME.” He sighs, then moves over to a couch. The camera is propped up on a coffee table, and Dave leans back in his seat. “Anyway, I leave the next day, and he brings me to the place that I’ll be staying, and it’s big and fancy and I think it’s great. And he’s like, I’ll get you started tomorrow. And I’m like, cool. And then he gives me the wifi password, and- he says this thing to me.” He sits up again, gesturing wildly at the camera. “He says, oh, by the way, the ventilation here sucks, so there’s still some stale fear gas floating around. Don’t worry, it’s only a little, you might have some bad dreams, but you’ll be fine. Well, I WASN’T, BRASIT, BECAUSE GUESS WHAT! THE NEXT FEW WEEKS ARE A FUCKING FEVER DREAM FEAR-GAS-INDUCED BLUR! I BARELY REMEMBER ANYTHING! AND NONE OF MY DECISIONS MAKE SENSE! LIKE- LIKE— LOOK! LOOK!” He stands up, grabs the camera, and turns it around. There’s a laptop on the coffee table, which he opens. He opens a web browser and scrolls through a couple different search results until he finds a certain article. He opens the video, skips through a little bit, then pauses on a frame where he’s in full view. He points at his past self with a crooked finger, specifically the cape. “WHAT THE FUCK AM I WEARING?! IS THAT- IS THAT CYAN?!” He turns the camera back to his face, which fills the screen. “I FUCKING HATE CYAN! DISGUSTING!” He zooms out a little. “AND- AND- DO YOU SEE MY HAIR RIGHT NOW?” He motions to his head. “THIS ISN’T BLEACHED, IT’S BEEN GROWING IN LIKE THIS. YOU WANNA KNOW WHY?! BECAUSE I DIDN’T EAT A SINGLE CRUSTACEAN THE ENTIRE TIME! YOU THINK LOBSTERS ARE JUST A FUCKING MEME?! NO! MY HAIR DOESN’T HAVE MELANIN IN IT! IT USES A DIFFERENT PIGMENT! I FORGOT ITS NAME! YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT’S IN THAT PIGMENT? COPPER! YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT’S IN LOBSTER MEAT? ALSO COPPER! SO MUCH FUCKING COPPER! I RAN OUT! I RAN OUT OF LOBSTER RED! My beautiful haaaaiiiirrrr...“ He wails. “DESTROYED BY MY FEAR-GASSED MIND! OH, WOE IS ME! HOW COULD I FALL SO DEEP INTO INSANITY? I DELETED ALL MY IGUANA VIDEEEOOOOS.” He mourns for a moment, face contorted in genuine anguish. He puts the camera down for a moment, and rubs his face. Then he picks it up again, taking a deep breath. “They think I might’ve had an allergic reaction to the gas,” he begins, seeming to have calmed down a little. “So I wasn’t in my right mind at the time. I went to the mental ward and everything, they confirmed it. But I /was/ fine when I agreed to go with Brasit, without learning what the job actually was. I should’ve asked. I trusted him too much. And I loved that he had chosen me over somebody who actually had military experience... I wouldn’t have agreed, if I knew what he wanted me to do. So I’m sorry.” He scratches his head. “If it helps, the people who made that video? They totally kicked my ass. The invasion was a total failure.” He pans the camera back to his computer screen. After a pause, he speaks again. “The anonymous leaker guy is pretty shitty, too... but it has nothing to do with this. I’ll explain why in another video.” He falls silent, skipping the video ahead and checking a few other frames where he’s easy to see. “Are those Giovanni’s glasses? How did I- whatever.” Camera’s back to him. “Hope that explains things. Uh... like and subscribe. Bye.” //The video ends.//
//Another video is uploaded, the following day.// marty tribute – Nov 20 3286 #haven #havensenator #senator #senatormartinez #martinez #marty #epic #epicvideo
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//A video is uploaded.// robin flynn cringe compilation – Jan 27 3287 #cringe #robin #robinflynn #robincringe #atlas #haven #cringecomp #cringecompilation The video begins with Dave in his apartment, looking at the camera. His glasses are off, his hands at his sides. He sighs. Then he folds his arms. Oh god. At least he's not using a rantsona... yet. "As some of you may know, I have a new rival." He uncrosses his arms just as quickly. He scratches his head. "Her name's Robin Flynn. She works at Atlas, and she's an engineer like me. She just joined the company recently, but I met her a little before that. I thought she seemed like a cool person, we were on okay terms. She joined Atlas right after, I didn't really talk to her about it at all. Then I left for the, uh... Undercrypt thing. When I came back, well." He motions to an empty space next to him. A screenshot pops up in that spot, edited in. Then another. Then a couple more. Then they pile up on the screen until Dave's face is obscured. It's only six screenshots, so some of them are larger than others. Spoiler The screenshots vanish pretty quickly after they appear. Dave glares at the camera. "As you can fucking see. Lots of fucking calling me out for not helping on one of Atlas's engineering projects. The only problem with this? I was fucking GONE the whole time. INCLUDING when the project was ASSIGNED. What does this mean? It means I was never ASSIGNED to the project in the first place. I was never EXPECTED to work on it. It wasn't my JOB. And she fucking KNEW this... but she was so INCOMPETENT, that she had to work overtime anyway, and to save face, she decided to fucking BLAME me. For not working on something... I WASN'T ASSIGNED TO." He backs up a little, taking a deep breath. "But that's not all. She's also anti-Haven. Why? Because I'M elected. Even though she's not a fucking citizen. And knows nothing about Haven. She thinks the ENTIRE COUNTRY is BAD. Because I'm THERE! Just because I'm THERE! She doesn't even know how our government WORKS! She's like a fucking Havenite Atlas STEREOTYPE or something, rubbing her greasy palms and whispering about how Haven’s democracy fucking SUCKS because I’m in it- not fucking ACCURATE, by the way, every REAL Atlas employee LOVES me because I’m the BEST!" He leans forward, gesturing wildly at the camera as he speaks. "That alone is pretty bad. But it doesn't stop there. She starts getting MEANER and MEANER. Going after me all the time. And she has NO idea what she's talking about almost every time. It's INFURIATING. And then it all CULMINATES, to THIS." He straightens his back, clearing his throat. "The following's an AUDIO recording, from my glasses, taken late at night at Winston's just before the new year. It's a conversation, just me and her. And I think it FULLY illustrates how much of a shitty, stupid, TINY PENIS CRINGE DICK PENIS DROOLHEAD FUCKLET person she is. Really shows her true colours. Give it a fucking listen." The screen goes black. Then some audio begins to play. True to Dave's promise, it's Dave's and a voice that some may recognize as Robin's. Dave's voice seems distorted in a way that's difficult to place, but Robin's is normal. There's very little background audio. Spoiler Robin(?): "So what we've discovered tonight is that literally nothing I did actually effects your livelihood negatively in anyway so why are you so pissy about it? Literally all I've done is voice my thoughts and it's not actually done anything to your ability to feed your family." Dave: "Because it's mean, man. It's fucking mean. I didn't do anything to you. I didn't try to screw you over on purpose and I'm not the reason you were working overtime." "Not everyone is gonna be nice Dave. Maybe I just have a mean streak, you just need to stop taking everything I saw so personally and you'd have zero issues coming from me." "Maybe I could if you weren't going out of your way to insult me on fucking purpose!" "I insult people I feel need insulting. Just because I don't like you doesn't mean you have to care or acknowledge it. You're the one who chooses to do so." "That's not how it works." "It kind of is Dave. When people insult me I choose to take in stride and roll with it. You on the other hand take every jab like they kicked your child." "That's stupid. That's like saying it's my fault for yelling when I get stabbed." "Well think of it like this. When you get stabbed you can either keep cool, keep your blood flow from getting out of control or you can panic and bleed out. You're doing the second one every single time." "....Are you saying it's my fault for panicking when I get stabbed?" "I'm saying that how you respond to criticism either valid or otherwise is entirely up to you. No one else can make that decision for you." "It's your fault for stabbing me." "And that's your take on it but it doesn't determine the way you respond. It's entirely possible to keep a cool head through insults and frustration but you just never do." "Yeah, because we're all fucking different people, and we don't all respond to things exactly the fucking same, you absolute fuckwit. You don't know me. Not everybody has perfect control over every single emotion that goes through their fucking head like you do." "How is this even a- just STOP INSULTING ME!" "That much is obvious, but do you think I always did? It took time for me to learn to control my emotions well but it's possible. Anyone can learn that control, it's not rocket science. As I've said Dave, I insult people I think need insulting. People who need to develop thicker skin are one of those people." "It fucking is rocket science! I've been to three different fucking therapists! The second one tried to have sex with me!" "While that's odd, it doesn't change the fact that you need to develop thicker skin. If one person can so effectively tear you down, how do you expect to deal with political backlash when you make a poor choice in office, accidental or otherwise?" "I never deal with political backlash. Except for that one time I vanished that you were so mad over. I made one video about it and now I'm fine." "And you assume it's always gonna be that easy? I can't force you to develop thicker skin but I have no plans on stopping the insults. You'll either adapt and be better for it or you'll keep panicking but either way it's a choice you have to make." "You're not my therapist and my skin is none of your fucking business!" "I'm not trying to be a therapist unless you want to start paying me by the hour. I'm just doing what I've always done which is point insults in the direction they need to be pointed at." "'Need' to? For whose fucking sake?" "Nobody in particular, It's just something I've always done and have no plans on stopping." "So you're insulting people and it doesn't help anybody." "You can certainly interpret it that way if you want. Another way you can look at it is I've steeled plenty of folks for the disagreements and fights that they'll inevitably have in the fringe. If you can't stand up to some school yard taunting then your odds of keeping your cool in a fight are pretty slim." "You're not helping me, dude." "And that's the way you choose to interpret it but until you can take some basic taunting and jeering than I have no reason to move onto someone else." "Your taunting isn't even good, half the time you don't know what you're talking about." "Yet, it gets you everytime." "So you're being an idiot on purpose. That's so fucking dumb." "Oh well, until you grow some thicker skin and are able to deal with such basic taunting, I have no reason to stop." The clip ends. Dave’s back onscreen, slightly more disheveled than before. His tone is even shriller. “She thinks she’s ‘steeling’ me to the Fringe, even though I’ve been here fucking three years longer than her, and have TWICE the brainmass. Me, I see it how it is. She’s fucking stalking me, and going after me for no good fucking reason. The day after, she told me she’d leave me alone over the nexus, but she didn’t stop, so I don’t think it was fucking sincere. Every time I hear her speak, she just gets fucking dumber and dumber. So, I say, fuck her. And if you’re one of her stupid fucking friends: get the fuck away from her. She’s not the person you think she is, man. There’s something wrong with her. She is a BITCH ASS MOTHERFUCKER. That’s all. Dave out.” The video clip of Dave ends abruptly, but the whole video isn’t finished yet. It ends with one last clip, this time with video. It appears to be a clip taken from a camera somewhere on Dave’s face. Dave’s voice is distorted similarly to in the audio clip, and the video is unusually dark and red-tinted. Dave is sitting in one of Winston’s red armchairs, facing the bar. One Robin Flynn, a redhead human woman, is sitting across from him, a drink in her hand. The clip starts in the middle of Robin’s reply to something. "-I never said that, I just said my concern will be gone soon enough. Haven could never have another election and soon enough I wouldn't care at all." She shrugs, and sips from her drink. "Really?" It sounds like he perks up. "So you're leaving the area?" "Don't get your hopes up, I'm still gonna be around. My concern for the wellbeing of Haven will just cease to be." "You're concerned about the wellbeing of Haven?" "Won't be soon, again my reasons for caring in the first place will become irrelevant to Haven in the near future." "After that point the city could burn down and I wouldn't blink an eye." "Aren't you just a ray of sunshine." "Oh always, I make sure to practice the smile everyone loves so much every morning." She smirks. "I know how much I brighten the day of those around me." The video ends.
//User 'Misery' replies// Dave, there are medications and therapies for mental disorders. There's still hope for people like you - you can still be useful. Get some help, please.
// User "FearfulArcanist" Replies // Seconded. Though, I disagree with the usefulness part, he has accomplished his aspirations from what I can tell. // End. //
//monstrumFramea, a long-time subscriber, comments.// haha this is a weird 2m sub special why is she an ass fu //End. The user seems to have hit enter too early while typing.//
//posi3252 quotes two comments and replies.// your supposed to watch the vifdeo before commenting not after
// User 'Misery' replies // And I've been in the Fringe for a while too. You keep making egocentric statements accompanied by swear words while she makes a few good points. I know Robin personally and I can guarantee that she's respectable, smart and helpful. Which you can clearly make out from the thing you posted. Haven is heavily corrupted and doomed. And I have experienced the bias first hand. I cannot fathom how could this place function for so long, especially with people like you in charge - someone who should've never even be considered for a position of power. But perhaps you've been elected just because you're friends with some people or someone wanted a cheap laugh. Or both. And that's what you're giving them right now, openly mocking yourself, perhaps thinking you're an unique - but you're far from it. I don't know who made the decision of going through with you, but it was one of the worst and they should be held responsible for it. Some people are worthy of insults - especially people with obligations and power who have made wrong choices. If you decide about something which affects others, you should be ready to face the consequences. If you cannot comprehend that, you need to rethink your ethical fundaments. You're arguing with strangers on the nexus, continously stating how insulted you are. Getting insulted is the only thing you can do? Grow a thicker skin. I bet you're living off the taxes of honest, working people, too. But perhaps you have some sort of disability or disease associated with brain - in which case I'd recommend seeking professional help.
// User 'Misery' replies // I bet you don't even have a dick. Or a mom. Jokes aside, I think this is the perfect manifest of you. This is why you should not be given attention, but forgotten.
//Another video!// programming a schelor ORBITAL DEFENSE GRID – May 28 3287 #engineering #antiruininitiative #schelor #devlog #davedevlog The video starts abruptly, with footage of Dave, in a red t-shirt and ripped jeans, standing in a metal-floored ship. His glasses are off and he’s visibly sleep deprived, but he’s shouting at the camera anyway. Thankfully, the audio is adjusted to spare the viewer any ear pain. “THE BATTLE OF SCHELOR WAS A GOOD FIGHT. WE LOST LIVES, BUT SO DID THE RUIN, AND WINNING AGAINST IT IN ANY CONTEXT IS QUITE THE FEAT. BUT A NEW FLAGSHIP DRAWS NEARER, AND SO, WE HAVE TO PICK UP OUR GUNS AND SHOOT AT IT… AGAIN. NOW, I’M NOT ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE. I’M NOT A SOLDIER, AND I’M NOT A TACTICIAN. WHEN THE TIME COMES, I’LL BE UP WITH THE OTHER SENATORS, WATCHING IN THE CITADEL, WISHING I NEVER GAVE UP HARD DRUGS. BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I CAN’T DO SOMETHING NOW TO MAKE THE FUTURE EASIER… NOT AS A SENATOR, BUT AS AN ENGINEER.” He turns the camera to the window of the spaceship. The planet Schelor fills the camera’s view, with a shadow in one corner- an asteroid. Dave zooms in on the asteroid, and the camera adjusts, revealing a large turret attached to the thing, aimed away from the planet. “BEHOLD! ASTEROID GUN NUMBER SEVENTY-EIGHT OF THE SCHELOR ORBITAL DEFENSE GRID! THESE BABIES WERE HERE FOR THE FIRST BATTLE, AND BOY THEY WERE USEFUL… BUT NOT PERFECT! IT’S MY JOB TO IMPROVE THEM.” The camera turns back to Dave, who’s grinning. “SPECIFICALLY, HOW THE GUNS KNOW HOW MUCH FIREPOWER THEY SHOULD BE USING. YOU SEE, THE CURRENT AI IS WAS COBBLED TOGETHER IN A WEEK OR SO! IT’S RUSHED! SO THE GUNS WASTE AMMO- THEY USE EXPENSIVE, HIGHLY DESTRUCTIVE ROUNDS ON TINY SHIPS THAT WOULD STILL CRUMPLE UNDER CHEAPER FIRE. I’M PROGRAMMING RISK ASSESSMENT! SAVING MONEY THAT COULD BE SPENT ON MORE WEAPONRY… OR RUIN RESEARCH. AND MAKING SURE TURRETS DON’T USE UP ALL THEIR GOOD STUFF BEFORE THE BIG SHIPS SHOW UP!” The video cuts to a still image of a similar asteroid kinetic turret, in slightly better quality. Dave’s voice plays over the image, clearer and with better sound quality… but still yelling. “SO, HOW AM I DOING THIS? FIRST, I’VE GONE THROUGH ALL THE FOOTAGE AND DATA OF THE FIRST BATTLE BY HAND, WHICH WAS EXTREMELY FUCKING TRAUMATIZING, BY THE WAY. I’VE WORKED OUT, ROUGHLY, HOW EFFECTIVE CERTAIN ROUNDS ARE ON CERTAIN SHIPS. I’M USING A VIRTUAL INTELLIGENCE I GOT OFF ATLASNET TO INTERPRET SCANNER DATA AND IDENTIFY HOSTILE SHIPS, AND THEN I’M HAVING IT ASSIGN THE PREFERRED ROUND TYPES TO EACH VESSEL BASED ON THE DATA I COLLECTED. I’M ALSO HAVING THE VEE-I MONITOR HULL DAMAGE AND ROUND EFFECTIVENESS- IF A ROUND IS TOO POWERFUL, OR NOT POWERFUL ENOUGH, THEY’LL ADJUST PREFERRED ROUND TYPES ACCORDINGLY.” The visuals change to a still photo of Dave on his laptop, giving a thumbs-up to the camera. “...THAT’S ALL THE STUFF I’VE ALREADY FINISHED. I ALSO HAVE PLANNED FEATURES! WHAT I’M WORKING ON RIGHT NOW IS GIVING THE VEE-I THE ABILITY TO ESTIMATE ROUND TYPE IF IT’S NEVER SEEN A CERTAIN TYPE OF SHIP BEFORE. I’M ALSO GOING TO IMPLEMENT THE OPTION FOR A REAL PERSON TO MONITOR THE VEE-I’S ACTIONS IN REAL TIME, JUST IN CASE SOMETHING GOES WRONG. I DUNNO WHO THAT PERSON WILL BE YET. AN ATLAS OR HAVEN MILITARY GUY, ORR..” Dave’s voice trails off, stopping to think. “..ME? MAYBE? MAYBE I WON’T BE WITH THE OTHER SENATORS. I DON’T KNOW, I’LL SEE WHAT ATLAS AND THE REST OF THE SENATE THINK. I DON’T REALLY CARE.” It cuts back to a video of Dave, now back at his corravian apartment, with a purple hoodie thrown on. He’s speaking to the camera again. “ANYWAY, THAT’S IT FOR THE DEV LOG! I COULD GO INTO THE DETAILS ABOUT WHAT KIND OF VI I’M USING, OR WHAT KIND OF GUNS ARE UP THERE, BUT… TALKING ABOUT THOSE SPECIFICS ARE EITHER BORING OR DANGEROUS, ESPECIALLY IF IT TURNS OUT THE RUIN WATCHES NEXTUBE! HAHA! ...If you do, you have twelve days to live, you miniknog-freak-accident-looking slimy-ass penis-armed motherfucker. You’re literally the UGLIEST harbinger of the end times I’ve ever seen. Why couldn’t it be SATAN?! At least he wears CLOTHES!” Dave coughs, ending his rant abruptly, then leans back in his seat. “Anyway, shoutout to Gary Noose and Clint Ardzasch for making the first version of the defense grid AI, fuckin’ amazes me that you guys would be able to throw something together that QUICKLY. Love you guys, wouldn’t have stood a chance against the Ruin without you... Okay. Dave, OUT.” The video ends.
