These people--"Nerds", as I have learned we call ourselves--may be on the verge of discovering my presence. Ever since they caught a whiff of me at the RWBY Volume 5 theatrical premiere, they've been scrambling to find out my true identity. I knew that viewing that wicked awesome show in such a popular area would put my anonymity in jeopardy, but with those kickass speakers it was totally worth it.
However, my secrecy has been compromised. Today, one VFX artist found a bug I placed on a video he appeared in, disguised as something called a "comment". He approached me about this bug, and I had to respond to avoid suspicion. "I'm one of you," I told him in a number of completely different words. I believe that my quick wit will keep him at bay.
This charade must go on. Lockdown procedures remain my last resort. I am not ready to shut down the oxygen supply just yet. But my employers, whoever they are, will not be happy if my cover is blown.