Terminal Entry 5.4.23
Time: [Unknown] Entry Owner: ██████ Location: ████████ ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ The year is 2689, humanity; once the apex predator of the world, is now prey. It all started 127 years ago. A 70 year long invasion which costed us our blue planet the Earth, and all our extraterrestrial facilities. They moved us back into the corners of the North American continent, but we fought back. It took us 55 years to liberate the continent. From Crossfate and into what was left of the Northwestern Passage. We now stand on a new frontier. Europe. With all ways of communication cut off between the continents, we do not know what we will be facing out there. But nonetheless, we ventured. We brought siege engines with us. Machines built to destroy what took from us. We landed in New Hamburg on September 8, 2687. To much surprise, the surrounding area laid desolate. The air is unsafe to breath as hazardous chemicals such as smog and radiation have traveled across the continent from most likely China. Although the sky does not glow green or rain down toxic rain, the rain is slightly acidic and the skies are usually gloomy, covered by vast, grey clouds. Using a oxygen mask is advised. ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ [ Data Lost ]
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Terminal Entry 7.10.02.03
Time: 03:30 Entry Owner: Dr. Anna Jones Location: United States [Chiron Research Facility] ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ The pessulussite, More known as a latcher is an amphibious parasite, Meant to disarm and infect. It has pincers on its shell, Which it can both make and detach from. However the shell only covers it's head. Though it only actually needs it's head to survive. The only problem is it can't move when it doesn't have its lower half, Hence why the pincers PSI is 6,000. This thing doesn't let go. I've noticed it acts like a vulture would. Finding easy prey and pouncing. Once it latches on an unidentified object is sent into your nervous system, Injecting a serum that semi completely shuts down your muscular system. Everything except your basic organs such as your liver, heart, brain and lungs. During this time your are slowly drained of blood the serum takes effect after around four to five minutes. So, That's ten minutes to find out how to kill this parasite, We've learned to cut off the lower half and burn out it's insides. Mostly with a heated blade. There is a sack that you need to get if you want this thing to stop making the serum, As well as inject it. Once you burn it to nothing, All that's left is the pincers, Be sure to cut those things quick. Because rigormortis will set in and those things will never let go. The serum lasts around two hours before waring off fully. During this time you'll slowly regain all your core functions. Though the one problem about this is.. There's two genders, If a female latches on to you.. Say goodbye my friend, Because she has eggs. And if she has eggs, Well those go in your system.. The only way to get them out is a blood transplant, Luckily, A female's serum is less effective, taking twenty minutes as her body is more meant for procreation. Both sexually and Asexually. the only reason males are alive is to ensure the females have usable body to lay the eggs, Due to an unknown reason do they use ours however we've seen that there are other places they use. So, Here's to sum it up. They latch on and don't let go. Take off their lower half of their body and burn their internal organs, Focus the brain and the sack. However the females inject eggs into you, Don't let that happen. The only downside for them would be their eggs are large, Bulging their bodies making it easy to determine what's a male and what's a female. Not only but due to the size it takes around two minutes for her to inject the egg. Also. They attack in groups of around fifty. I truly do hope you don't have to come across these things, Last thing.. They commonly stay in humid areas with lots of foliage. Such as a jungle or abandoned areas where it's dark, dreary and just old. They- ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ [Data Corrupted] The following message could not be delivered to one or more recipients.
(Content blocked by ChiroNet Firewall; Diagnostic ID: 908261). ---Original Message--- Terminal Entry: 1.01.02 Date: 9/2/2632 Subject: Survival. ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ First and foremost, this will probably be my last log as the shelter I am currently held up in has just been breached. Earth as we know it has changed. Now we face a unknown species which threatens the humankind, if not all of Earth. Previously they use to enter the earth through space bombardments, surviving through the atmosphere and crashing into earth, sending half a dozen of these Rats onto the planet. Now they don't have to do that anymore, having a secure foothold on this planet. We failed to eliminate them, their population increasing to the millions as they hid under ground, inside abandoned sewer and train systems, their diet containing of flesh and other types of edible food. These creatures have taken control of almost the entire planet. Now there are only a few safe spots left in the world. You are here in one of them, hopefully. Most cities have been reduced to nothing but rubble and the overgrown, leftovers of humanity's desperate actions to try and stop what curse had been brought upon the land. The areas around the cities are generally flourished with wildlife, oddly enough. Survivalists and scavengers likely exist in the cities despite the danger however it is unsure how long they will last with the limited supplies left within the broken down cities that humanity has abandoned. ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ [Unknown Identification] Terminal Entry: 3.1.01.03
[3 days before the Battle of Slanighr] [Location: field base at the French-Spanish wall] ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ Our brave boys and girls continue to defend us from the southern hordes of aggression. A shot rings out in the dark. Michael, the younger soldier next to me, immediately turns towards the wall. The intensity of his gaze sent chills down my spine. Without a second thought, he ran up to the wall - an imposing colossus of concrete and steel. He climbed up onto the guard deck in a few seconds with his state of the art leg augmentations - a little gift bestowed upon troops by the old Estonian country, allowed by the Swedish empire. The scout aimed his rifle into the inky blackness. His cybernetic lens scour the horizon for any signs of the enemy. Stern and resolute, his comrade holds their breath, waiting for him to say the word. What will it be this time? A sole Xylopod, or a full-on siege unit from one of the xylopod bases that scour this unholy land? When he finally speaks, I cannot but help shudder from the sheer intensity of what is transpiring. “All quiet!” All quiet on the southern front of France. At least for now. “Guarding the wall can be a daunting task” - Michael confessed the following morning - “but it's also a privilege”. The other soldiers gathered in the cantina nod their heads in approval. Michael introduces me to his squad members, some of which are on their second or third tour of duty. Several firm handshakes later, the soldiers regale me with stories of their service and life back in the states - each one more breathtaking than the last and for a second, I wished that I had been born in America. Oh the land of the free, where people are able to do what they want and not worry about getting invaded from the south and east, where girls weren't encouraged to join the military and people could have fun. When I ask what drives them to such acts of heroism, Michael lowers his head and responds in a slightly embarrassed tone of voice: “I don't think anyone here considers themselves a hero. I know I don't. The way we look at it, we are all part of something much greater than ourselves. Something that began with our fathers fighting in the big one.” And for once, I, Katarina, realized that just because we were of different nationality, were all still human. Veterans who share the same bond despite loyal to different loyalties. Ah, yes, the ‘big one’. Such an unassuming name for one of the biggest and greatest conflicts that almost everyone knows, one we all know as the Great Decimation, otherwise known as World War 4. A name given not to belittle, but to simplify - a desperate attempt to make sense of this unprecedented tragedy, during which many of our nation's finest gave all there was to give in defense of our way of life - nay, our way of existence - from the barbaric hordes of the middle eastern mindset that had plagued the eastern land. And yet, out of their cauldron of conflict, this baptism of fire, we emerged victorious. And while the old world was engulf in flame, in its ashes we have built our great monarchy. To all the heroes that gave their lives and health in the great decimation - we salute you! While the soldiers’ dedication is undeniable, their service is made much more bearable due to contributions from the board of defense and top agencies of the United States. Michael is quick to agree. “If it wasn't for the corporate government, some of us would not have made it this long. Take these babies, for example” - he says, while affectionately patting his glistening leg prosthetics - “without then, I would be a cripple, wasting away in some hospice, unable to serve my fellow citizens and help the world. And let us not forget that our nation's take care of our brave men and women on and off the field of battle. Our ongoing Veteran Rehabilitation Initiative ensures that soldiers who are no longer able to serve can reintegrate into society, so they can lead rich and fulfilling lives once their glory days are behind them. ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ Previous Entry: 3.1.01.02 Next Entry: 3.1.01.04 Terminal Entry 5.10.902.01
Time: 03:30 Entry Owner: Dr. Nathaniel Greens Location: Antarctica [Romeo Field Facility] ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ It's like nothing I've ever seen. Huge. About fifteen meters wide and four high. Enormous. They say they've found bigger, but this is big enough for me. We couldn't move it, so we've built the base around it. My work shop is a few yards next to it. I should be working, but I've spent almost every day just watching it. I don't even know what I'm watching for. Sometimes you get the feeling it's looking at you. Peering into your soul with a gaze so sharp you feel it cutting you to pieces. I've heard some people go mad around them. Completely lose their minds. I hope I'm not one of them. I've spoken to Joslyn, but she reckons we're all a bit in awe of it. And how could we not? The object isn't any kind of object. It drinks the light. Just drinks it and sort of chews it up. You shine a beam at it and it kind of dances along the edge. Hypnotic. First time we did that, we just stood there. Five, maybe ten minutes. No one said a thing. Ajax's face went red as anything from holding his breath. Tomorrow they want me to try drilling into it with a new plasma cutter we've been sent from America. Joslyn says it's the latest thing in mining. With enough power it can cut through a US space frigate. We've got that kind of power. I don't like the idea. But Joslyn's all for it, so I got no choice. She's the head scientist. She can do what she likes. Sure, a part of me wants to know what's inside it. Maybe even want to try it just to get a reaction from it. From the other bases the scientists have noted that within these objects hold something they call a Xylopod. In scientific terms it's called Internecivus Equihabilis Raptus. They say its of otherworldly origin. Dating back to around the Jurassic period. Our data discovery show that they arrived around 165 million years ago. The more I sit here today, the more I'm convinced something inside it knows what we're planning. I can't wait for it to be over. I'm sick of waiting. ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ Previous Entry: 5.10.901.99 Next Entry: 5.10.902.02 |
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