GOTO

Prologue - system.out("Hello World")

"But Oracle! What if the Kernel won't give me a name?" The young pup whined as he scampered along behind the older wolf. "What do I do then?"
"The Kernel will give you a name. Just like it gave me one." Oracle responded. "Here. We have arrived." They stood before a dilapidated building which housed the Kernel. Carefully both wolves padded inside. There before them sat the Kernel. It flickered to life as they approached, strange symbols dancing across the surface.
The young pup stood hesitantly in front of the Kernel, looking from it to Oracle. "Didn't you say that the Kernel will say other stuff?"
"Yes." Oracle nodded. "The Kernel can answer questions. Your mother brought me here once when I was about your age. I was unsure of myself, and I wanted an answer. The Kernel provided."
"So, I can ask a question?" The pup looked thoughtful, then perked up. "I will ask where mom is!"
A pained expression passed over Oracle's face. "After Solaris vanished, I took over her role as protector of the Kernel. It gives us our names, but it only answers in riddles. Do not hope for a simple result."
The pup nodded, then stepped forwards. "Kernel, I accept my role into Data Pack and request a name. Also, how do I find Solaris?" The pup placed a paw on the flickering, glowing symbols, watching the few he could read.

syst̸̳̲̅̇e̵͔̲̔̉m̶̖͇͆ ̸̢̕s̵̲͇͌̔tar̶͈͊t̶̡̚u̶̦͝p̷̧̩̈.̸͕̈̽.̵̱̠͛̚.̸̥̂̃.̶̮̥̽.̴̣͋͘

̵̙͎̒̏b̶͕̭̉̐ȍ̵̰o̷̫̽t̶͕̬̓̍ process ̸̗̇͊n̵̬̮̄̂o̶̪̪̓̔ṟ̸̚ḿ̵̮̦a̸̯̓͂l̶̢̲̿̇.̷̛̖̙́.̶̨̑ͅ.̴̞͓̈́̂.̵̻̥́̎
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GOT̶̛̞̾Ọ̵̓
AND̵̛̮̦̮͓̊̌ ̵̤̻̳̥͂̊͑͝R̶̬͎̙̬̠̀UN

The Kernel faded to blackness again and the pup was left staring at his own reflection. He turned and looked at Oracle. "What does it mean?"
Oracle looked down at the pup. He was almost the spitting image of his mother. Pale, off white fur, and a blazing red mask across his face. He had his father's eyes, but his mother's spirit.
"Well, you asked two things, and you got them." He said gently. "First, you asked for a name. The Kernel has named you, GOTO." The newly named GOTO's tail wagged thumped against the ground at the news, stirring up a small cloud of dust. "Second, you asked how to find Solaris." Oracle closed his eyes sadly. "GOTO, what was the second thing the Kernel told you?"
"Ummm..." GOTO scratched his ear with his hind leg as he thought. "It said.... 'AND RUN'!" He finished brightly. Then, seeming to realize what he'd said. "Run? The Kernel wants me to run? But where? And for how long?"
Oracle sighed. "I believe that the Kernel wants you to leave us. To run free of our lands. For there you will find your answers."
"But I don't want to leave!" GOTO protested, "I like it here! I want to stay with you and Sun, and Oh'es, and Feather!" He pouted and pawed at the wooden planks.
"It is not our place to question the Kernel. It is only our place to follow what it says." Oracle replied, turning to leave.
Together Oracle and GOTO traveled to the edge of Data Pack's territory. Oracle looked out across the vast expanse of land before them. A gentle snow was starting to fall, the flakes sparkling like diamonds. "This is where we parts ways. You know what to do now, right? GOTO?"
The pup nodded, eyes determinedly fixed ahead, not looking back for fear the sight of Oracle's face would break his resolve. "AND RUN." He took off, dashing along, until his receding white form blended into the softly falling snow.
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Name (player ID): ℍ𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕪 #80924
Age received: 6 Mo
Age leaving: 1 Yr
Decor added (optional): Callanish Stones background, Purple Glowing Paws [Lunar], Woodhouse's Scrub Jay
Role (optional): Apprentice ( Chaser)
Lore:
GOTO came to Mare Stellaris territory when they were still living in the Grasslands. Alpha Daine recognized the distinct mark of her lost ally upon this child's face, the crimson mask emblazoned across his face. Welcoming him into the pack, she immediately noticed Devil Trigger shift position, this was a pup he sired, as it could seen by the same moon-cursed eyes and the pup seemed bigger than any other adolescent in the pack. Staying for several moon turns, he was trained under the watchful gaze of both his sire and Kaella, the pack's two strongest chasers. His strength was his speed and endurance and the agility to be able to dodge whatever came at him, be it hooves, claws or trees. He was like a bolt of lightning.. and one day, he was struck by a stray bolt during the lunar eclipse. While dazed and slightly singed for a few days, his paws glowed an almost ethereal purple. the same as the aura from his eyes.

When he reached adulthood, it was time for him to depart, his new gift of the moon standing out against his pale coat. Cardamom assigned one of her best messenger birds to accompany him on his travels and gave him an easy means to communicate with his home pack and anyone else. So with well wishes, he was off.. AND RUN.

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>> ERR: MEMCHECK
>> CACHE STABILITY CRITICAL 17179869184GB / 500GB

FATAL ERROR ENCOUNTERED ADMIN HAS BEEN NOTIFIED LOG RECORDED

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ǝ̶̺͊ʇ̵̛̋͜ɐ̴̱̉̕u̵͍̝͂ı̷̳̽́ɯ̷̰͂̍ɹ̶͚̗́̊ǝʇ ɟןǝs ʇsnɯ puɐ ɹoɹɹǝ ןɐʇɐɟ ɐ pǝɹǝʇunoɔuǝ sɐɥ ɯɐɹƃoɹd oʇoƃ ǝɥʇ

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ǝ̶̳̩̙̎̇͜ʇ̴̝̖̪̉͑̒̾̐ɐ̴͔̩̭͍̑̏̑̾͝ụ̵̝̯̟̲͗̄́̏̀ı̶̘̮̆͗̋͒͝ɯ̸̢̨̼̥̍ɹ̷̫̗̙̾̽̓ͅǝ̵̲̣͖̇ʇ̶̡͖̝̳͘ ̵̜̫͖̮̍͂̅̀̔ɟ̸̧̹͕̲̻̍̈́ן̵͙́͊̃ǝ̶̝͂͌̽̄͐s̴̯̹͍̠̍ ̵̜̲̺̺͕̐͆̇ʇ̸̢̢̋ͅs̷͙̲̜͑̂̅̂̊n̴̲̆͊ɯ̵͎̦͖̈́̌͑͐̋ ̸̧͈̥̠̜̈́̍̍p̴͙͓̜̒͘͝u̷̬̓̇ɐ̵̧͇̬̜̫̏̿ ̸̠͈̪̪͆̐́̄̋ERROR ̶͇̔̀̚͘ן̵͉̩͇̐̿̒̏͜ɐ̴̫̂̎͝ʇ̸̡̳͉̪̥̈́̀̀̌͠ɐ̴̡̠̏͐̕ɟ̸̛̖̣̌͗͋̾ ̵̪͑̽̀ɐ̴͖̱̈́̅͝͝ͅͅ ̸̧͉̠̲̯͝p̶̖̻͔͑͗̈͜ǝ̷̺̀ɹ̴̪̱͓̚͘͘ǝ̴͖̼̣͑͠ʇ̵̗̉̉̌̾͘ǔ̴͈̤̜̮̞̓̔̐̕ń̵̦̰͕̇̓͛ǭ̷̻̮͆̊͌͌ɔ̶̯͑̀u̵̹̔̔͋̋͝ǝ̷̨̓ ̵̀͋̈ͅs̷̖̺̍̈́̄͊͘ɐ̸͖̲̑̿̄̐ɥ̴̯͎͙͙͚̍͋̈̏͠ ̷̛̲̯͉̹̈́̃̇ɯ̴̛̥̤́̏ɐ̴̬̯̹̣̩̋̓͋̓ɹ̴͕͓͇͌̌̒̑ƃ̴̖̫̙̯̿o̷̱̪̬̤͐̅͛ɹ̵̩͋́GOTO ̵̘͔̀͛͗͝͝ǝ̵̛̜̝̀̎͛͘ɥ̸̮̳͉̳͇̃͂ʇ̷̫̱̳͛̍̃̾͠

ǝ̶̧̛̫̭͚̣̭̭͂͗͘ʇ̷̼̟̇̔̉̉͌̒̕͘ɐ̴͍̣̋̄̾ư̸̡̰̇͋͒ı̷̭̲̱͉̀͋̑̑́ɯ̷̡̡̘̦̌̾̉͒̏̔͘̕͠ERR ̷̭̯̳̭͆̐̌̅͐̅͜ʇ̸̢̪̹̞̱̣̗̐̈́ͅş̶̹͈͎͔͊̊̋͛͌̒ṇ̴̨̦̦͇̪̏̊̄̈́͆̑̕̕ɯ̴͈̰͕̈́̂͌̋̆ ̵̡͈̖̫̂̅͒͆̚̕p̴̨̛̺̲̝̣͖͖̈̈́̿̀̂̆̌̚u̵̧̡̺̪͖͓̘̠͚͗͒ɐ̶̜̉͘ ̷̛̙̩̻́̏̅͌̀̔̄͘ɹ̵̪͖̦̎͋̏͛o̸͙̿̄̉̕͝ɹ̶͖̰̯̥̠̗̈́ɹ̸̧͓̻͕͍̟̠́̅̽̇͋̄́̕͝ǝ̸̢̢̝̥̝̥͈̐̑͂ ̸͖̖̰͚͛̋̏̏͝ן̸̛̤̲͍͗͐̔̽̅͑̈́͠ɐ̸̜̗͔̥̭̤͒́̍̀ʇ̴̨̡̛̱͉͎́̾̒̇̏̈́̃̕ɐ̶̳̻͔͚̪̪͐̈́̊͂͑̔̊͑̕͜

ɟ̸̢̳̬̊͝ ̸̢̧̩̥̞̘̩́̏̍͂̈́̅̿̈́͜ɐ̶͓͈̳̪̹̘̭͇͐̃̾̎͌ ̶̛͇͇̺̰̲̫̖͚̍̈́̆̿̒͆͗̚p̷̜̪̞̼̪͇̝̱̊͗͂̇̇̐̊̕͝͝ǝ̵͖̦̬̮̦̬̤̆̓͜͜͝ͅɹ̸͈̀̀̍̐̑̅ǝ̵̧̃GOɔ̷̨̯͉̚u̷̪͚͈͐̃̂͐͐̂ǝ̶̻͖̭̌̄̅͝͝ ̷̪͆͒̽s̶̜̆̀̾̏͛̒̏͘ɐ̵̟͆ɥ̴̢̼̤̬̥̝̲̓̍̒͌̒̅̽͆̕͝ ̵̨͙̣̫̮͇̪̙̖̓̐͊̿̓̌̆͘͜ɯ̸̨̧̝͍͚̪̯͇̯̾̂͂̔̒͝ɐ̴̡̣͎͔̯̳̇̈̒̾̔̓̐͋̃͜͝ɹ̶̥̤̤̟̀̄͘

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