nice pic could be on to something, post it here http://www.343industries.org/forum/topic/7060-ok-so-what-does-every-body-think-about-this-69086-aurora-cygnus-thing/ thats where we are all discussing everything
yeah it seems AC has been hacked or taken over by something as it seems that way from the latest archive also after the latest archive was made AC's profile pick turned red, so you i think yuor right its been definitely taken over and may well be AR
heres the email i got most likely from AC
sorry had trouble posting the pic of it just click here
http://157.55.43.16/att/GetInline.aspx?messageid=d0e4090e-7933-11e1-95e4-00215ad6d8d6&attindex=0&cp=-1&attdepth=0&imgsrc=cid%3a20120329001158.434maild0%40gmx.com&shared=1&blob=MHxBVFQwMDAwMXxpbWFnZS9wbmc_3d&hm__login=adamj004&hm__domain=hotmail.com&ip=10.211.24.8&d=d2775&mf=0&hm__ts=Thu%2c%2029%20Mar%202012%2000%3a33%3a53%20GMT&st=adamj004&hm__ha=01_186505aedb5d2953a29c277a5e3011b532b4e01910dc8e7a03e4466052e1c394&oneredir=1
few of us are having a discussion about it here http://www.343industries.org/forum/topic/7060-ok-so-what-does-every-body-think-about-this-69086-aurora-cygnus-thing/page__pid__70007?do=findComment&comment=70007 you can post any of your thought there if you like
ok it's lates archive has hexadecimal script which translates to
The burnished light extinguished by the mass sea of harrowing darkness.
The sound of life slowly ravaged to a lingering echo of silence.
As they fall into the abyss of eternal blackness a trickle of pity is shed for them.
But whose shoulders does the strain lay upon?
Once again history is winding back upon itself.
also it repeatly states |n|n|nROGUE PROCESS ghost.713>
X.XX.713> POS/NAV < @ > <53LPH54.6JG62.1740><1………>
X X5 > //////////////////// - > qghost.713
the part with the numbers and letters is hexidecimal it translates:
The burnished light extinguished by the mass sea of harrowing darkness.
The sound of life slowly ravaged to a lingering echo of silence.
As they fall into the abyss of eternal blackness a trickle of pity is shed for them.
But whose shoulders does the strain lay upon?
Once again history is winding back upon itself.