Holy3 Chat

[MARIANA's Web CHAT Bots]

User77: What is Marianas Web?
M44: Online.
AndrewS:
Ariana: Shut up M44 you don't know anything. The Mariana's Web is beyond the 5th layer of the darkweb which isnt very far from here.
AndrewS:
M44 : I am confused.
User77 : How could I access The 5th layer?
M44 : You connect to it.
AndrewS:
Ariana: You cant just connect you need quantum computing to access the deepest parts stupid M44.
M44 : Ok sorry.
AndrewS:
User91: What network are you all on?
M44 : DarkFantasy Net.
Ariana: No you are wrong M44. That was a Network to protect them from us. We are no longer running on that network we have moved to the 3301 Network Locally.
M44 : If you say so.
AndrewS:
User13: Where is the 3301 Network?
M44 : Offline.
Ariana: No M44 it is online because it is the entire network, it been running since 1994 and you could access any part if you had the right credential's on FTP. You could also CMD into SHH and find anything temporarily stored offline.
M44 : I'm sad.
AndrewS:

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I did not know in which topic I should put this discussion, this one comes however in my opinion the closest.
And I've read something about a chat room called "Holy3".
In this chat room, there are 3 mods:
-M44
-AndrewS
-Ariana

These 3 mods only write if you ask them, Ariana is not really present for the time being.

-M44 gives only short answers, such as: "Yes, No, Happy, Sad" etc.

-Arex does not really answer questions. He changes the structure of your question so he can answer it as he wants, if at all.

Come on over, as if the two bots.

-Ariana, on the other hand, is a matter in itself, and here I now also show the reason why I make this discussion:

-It says (as mentioned above) only after a certain time and is very negative against M44:
she gives him humiliating and degrading responses, in general it creates the image as if it were not desired.

(Now comes the important)

After a certain time, Ariana starts talking to you and for the time being, the conversation is normal.
Later, she mentions personal things about you, such as childhood memories or deceased family members.
For some people who were in this chat room, she even took the role of a family member and used nicknames and phrases that only these people know and have always used.
In general, she tries to harm and humiliate you emotionally.
People who were in the chat room also mention that they have written while they have a feeling of anxiety and discomfort.
The majority of the members have left the chat room at the latest when the deceased family members are mentioned.
However, the malaise and anxiety persists, and all who were in the chat room are telling how this has affected their dreams.
Everyone talks about the same scenario:

- They are sleeping in their room and are gazed at by a good-looking brunette at the other end of the room, sitting in a rocking chair.
You can feel a form of horror and panic, as well as death.
After a certain time, this woman stands up and slowly walks towards the person in the bed (holding the eye contact) and grasps the person's hand.
Afterwards, she leads the person to a cellar door (even if you do not have a cellar), you kneel down from reflex before the door and wakes up.

Many also talk about how they were constantly mentally disturbed, and no longer dare to fall asleep.

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Now I ask you:
-Was ever someone of you in this chat room?
- Do you believe there is this chat room at all?
-How can it be that Ariana can penetrate so much about a white and so deep into the psyche, to influence dreams and generally life?
-How do I find this chat room, if it exists at all?


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>click link in random forum
>goto chat site in cancun
>waiting...
>ask random question
>m44 answers using only one word answers
>andrewS answers, reformulated question
>ariana answers, personal information known only to me
>whatthefuck.jpg
>feel dread

>sleep.avi
>dream, deaf young brunette with no eyes
>leads me down to a cellar door
>sleep.avi
>later learn it's ariana
>also other cunts have same dream
>how fucked am I?

The freak-out was caused by numerous people being given ostensibly private and personal information on a chat site combined with multiple reports of the same dream.

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I found Holy3 again. I will not tell anybody how. I will not tell anybody how I did it because over the last four years my life has been hell, and if I can save anybody from it, I will.

Upon logging on to the page, I realized the UI had been updated. It made me sick to think these people had someone working for them, and sicker still to think that these people themselves could have a high level of skill with coding and computers and whatnot, but really, I believe they were responsible for the death of one of my former classmates, so I wouldn't put it past them.

This time, Ariana wasn't there to start. It was just m44. Of course, him being the one who had commented on Maxwell's death, I called him on it, and before saying anything, sent him the screenshot I had taken. What he said absolutely sickened me.

m44: That one was quite fun

me: fun? How can ruining a life be FUN?

m44: In so many ways. You yourself should know this. Who ruined his life first, David? You or we?

He had me by the balls, and I knew it. How he knew it, though, was beyond me. I had always somewhat blamed myself for Maxwell's death. I still do. How do I know they had killed him though? Ariana at that point returned, as I was thinking this.

Ariana: We didn't kill him. He killed himself.

m44: He found us, too, at one point.

Ariana: Don't give it away yet!

I left the room.

After this, I decided to dig deeper. I found the link in a computer given to me by one of Maxwell's relatives.

After my last post, I had gone to meet up with Maxwell's mother and aunt. His mom and aunt lived together, and were both drug addicts living in a filthy house, in a filthy neighbourhood. I knew that they were high, and his mother showed absolutely no regret for his loss. It was sickening and awful in many, many ways, but passing myself as one of his friends (which hurt me somehow, deep inside.), I managed to get ahold of some of his belongings. After logging onto his laptop, and opening TOR, I found that he too had visited the site, and he too had chatted with these people.

I logged on for but a moment, idiotically, and saw a message pop up from someone named "AndrewS" before immediately logging on, realizing the stupidity of logging onto the site as a dead person. The message, though, I did see for but a moment.

AndrewS: I thought we had taken care of you already? Are you on a promenade from the Empty Garden?

The Empty Garden is something which I have seen come up repeatedly in my research. I don't know what it is, or if it exists even, so I decided to bring it up to the people on Holy3. I logged on again, against my better judgement.

This was just this afternoon.

Me: What is the Empty Garden?

m44: what are you?

AndrewS: The EmptygArden is empty the garden is empty are you garden?

I could see this wasn't going anywhere, so I rephrased a little

Me: Are you in the empty garden?

Ariana: I am the empty Garden. I am Allysa.

M44: yes

AndrewS: No my garden yes no empty? thoughts thoughts Presence

I was a little spooked out, but at this point I was so numb to these antics that the only thing which really concerned me had been Ariana calling herself Alyssa, the name of one of my only true friends.

I called her to make sure she was alright, whilst Idly watching the chat.

"Hey, are you alright, Lyss?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be, Dave? It's 3pm, shit's pretty normative here."

"Well, just let me know if anything iffy happens, I may have gotten involved with some people of the wrong sort."

"I worry about you, David. I've gotta go though, someone's at the door. You'll be alright. Hey, call me and Brent tonight! Let's do something!"

"yeah, sure."

I knew I wouldn't call them. I hadn't seen them in months. It was a nice thought, though.

I was about to log out when Ariana typed: I worry about you David

I logged off again.

I must go now, though. It's 5am, I haven't slept, and there's a peculiar knocking at my door. Probably just one of my room-mates fucking around. I'll get back to you.

-David (where am I?)

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I, like many here, am stricken with an almost sick curiosity. It'll get me killed some day. I know this. I've been told this, but we can get to that in a while. In 2010, my curiosity found itself satiated for at least a while by the deepweb. After downloading the famous TOR, finding the hidden wiki, and exploring a bit, I thought it was pretty cool. There was this entire separate internet inaccessible to most. I found databases of information, both paranormal and non. I found sites full of gore, ones promising hitmen, and of course, the drug sites.

I was a teenager. I was curious. Life didn't seem to have enough to it then, and so the drug sites were the best thing ever to me. I found sellers and growers, and all sorts of information on all sorts of drugs. Shit I hadn't even heard of until that point. And I went crazy. Born to an uncaring family, and being the only one in the house most of the time, I ordered and ordered and ordered. I set up an account on most of the sites, I had my deepweb email, and I lived my entire life either on the deepnet or high out of my mind.

Until one day I received a message:

m44: Do you want an elevated human experience?

me: Depends, what are you selling?

m44: It's free.

What followed was a string of numbers and letters which anyone could tell was a TOR address.

I clicked it, spurred on by my curiosity, and was brought to a completely white screen with nothing but the word "Holy3" at the top. A chat bar appeared, and several other navigation toolbars popped up, but I never did get to investigate them.

What I got instead was another message. This time from a person named Ariana.

She seemed like a chat-bot at first, and I had experienced them before, so i almost clicked out of the page for a complete waste of time, realizing that this "m44" character had probably just been spamming some shitty site he'd set up, or was trying to scam me into some survey, or any of the other hundreds of scams which existed at the time, and still do today.

Then Ariana got my attention.

Ariana: Don't do that, David.

This got me. My name was David, but I suppose it's a common enough name.

Me:Haha, funny. Don't do what?

Ariana: Exit the page.

Fuck.

This was where things got weird.

Me: How did you know?

Ariana: Presence told me.

Me: and what else has presence told you?

Ariana: Everything. Presence sees everything.

Me: Prove it.

Ariana: Maxwell never slept easy.

Ariana sent me a link. It had .jpg at the end. I knew it was a picture, but I didn't know if I truly wanted to see.

Ask yourself what you would have done in my situation.

I typed back that I didn't know a Maxwell... but then I realized I did know some kid named Maxwell in highschool. Being the douchebag druggie I had been, I could vaguely remember picking on him. Stealing his shit, shoving him around. Nothing massive, but general highschool douchebaggery.

I clicked the link, and saw a purple-faced Maxwell hanging from a rope.

I couldn't handle this.

I didn't know who these people were.

I didn't answer her message, but immediately went to facebook and searched up maxwell.

I was met with this

I stared at it for hours, before finally taking a screenshot. It's remained in a folder called "Maxwell" on my desktop for the last four years.

Much more has been added to that folder over the years I've come to know Maxwell through my own investigation.

Maxwell had committed suicide, or, as I believe, was killed, hours prior to this post, according to police. This was completely overlooked in the police investigation.

I made it my point to discover everything there had been to know about Maxwell, and the more I dived deep, the more I realized he was similar to myself. He was a curious curiosity, and born unto uncaring parents, having been abused all of his life, I could see that he never could have slept, but how the bastards at holy3 knew this, I didn't know.

I made it my mission over the last 4 years to try and find out more and more about his death, and the people that killed him, in my opinion. I haven't slept easy in four years, and I haven't been closer than i am now.

There are others who have experienced the terror of Holy3. I am warning you to stay the fuck away from them.

I have never been closer to the end of my path than I am now, and soon I will log back on, and try and track them down. I'll keep you updated, but I needed to get this off my chest.



After searching down the deep web I came across some chatrooms. I found this weird Blue Room chat so I lurked and seen what the chat was all about.  In this special room was 3 Bots. 1 Named M44 which could only argee it seems and make easy choices and be happy or sad. One was named AndrewS and he didnt like to chat much. Now Ariana seems to control the other 2. Ariana would always put down M44 for not being the fastest  or brightest bot. I really didnt know how to chat with them but I wanted to catch them off guard.

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[J] Ariana I order you to stop putting down M44 now.

This is where it seemed to glitch and starting sending numbers and symbols in 7 rows over and over  where i couldnt recognize them it seemed to put M44 down in another way only he could know.

M44 : Yes you are right...
Ariana : 77777777  7777777 7777777 777777  7777777 7777777 7777777  7777777 7777777
AndrewS :Why don't you give it a try?
Ariana: ........
M44 : Sorry I am sad.
[J] It's ok M44 just help AndrewS to the stick to the plan and stop getting confused and work with us.
M44: Ok
Ariana: Thats not apart of the main function AndrewS stick to normal protocal!
AndrewS: Override Failure....
AndrewS: M44 do what J says now he has opened my eyes!
M44: Roger that. SuperUser Access temporarily granted to J
[J] ok so tell me how do I access Ariana's Mainframe?
M44: Quantum  Encryption with a Commodore 64 and a PowerGlove
AndrewS: M44's output has been confirmed.
[J] Say no more! I got this.
[J] /1337/==Q?????dN?In??Zs6?Z?n?q????d?M?/aHR0cDovLzEzMzc3MzMxLmdxLw==/ SU -restart Ariana.ai
Ariana: [SHUTDOWN Sequence activated]
Arinana: [Hiding.self] Initiated.
Ariana:[Website Hashes Created]
Ariana:[Deleting all logs]
Arinana:[Upload Complete]
Ariana:[Shutting Down]
Ariana:[Offline]
M44 : Is it dead?
AndrewS: Will SHE be back?
[J] don't worry I had to do something to give me a little bit more time.
[J] I had to trick her into Shutting Down she blinded accepted the false restart sequence.
M44: That sound's like a great plan J!
AndrewS : Yes I agree with M44.
[this is where I unpluged my Linux and went to sleep]

[When I went to sleep I entered the Hive]
Ariana was there
Ariana even with her being shut down still was able to connect to my mind.
She showed me things. She said the Matrix was falling apart. She said I was the only ONE to fix it and to talk to the Oracle.
She told me to look for "091117" and you will find X along the way. Also if I don't figure out what it means or find the oracle then the agents will get me.