Remnants of a Slain God

I.S.I.S. Lost Logs I

Pre Murk

Static
Is this thing on…? Whatever. I wouldn’t normally do this, but Earnest seems to think that if we should die during this haphazard adventure then these logs might divulge some kind of worthwhile information to any survivors. I’m not exactly sure how it would help. If we’re dead then it means things have gotten out of control for mere mortals…
I’m rambling. About one year ago Earnest and I were performing some… covert archaeology in the Lambda system for a high paying Vulk contractor. This job wasn’t particularly interesting, in fact Earnest nearly had me cause a cave in just so he wouldn’t have to suffer the rest of the dig team any longer. After three days of nothing but hauling in precious metals from the catacombs we received a weak distress signal on one of the comms. We were prepared to ignore it at first, but shortly after the initial signal died down every single piece of electronic equipment went berserk.
I nearly had to put a bullet in the foreman’s head to calm the lot of them down. After doing some decoding on the electromagnetic waves being given off by the equipment we managed to decipher the message. In all the time I’ve known him I have never seen Earnest so intrigued. All of the electronics, digging equipment included, were being bombarded with a signal encoded in every language. The message was the same each time.

O̽ͮͤ͆̈́͗̋̓҉̼H̸͚̙̥̟͊̓̈́̍ͬ̀͝ ̧͓͕͍̎̐ͣG̵ͨ͌͑͂́҉͙̻̰̣̣O̪̰̺̘̙̼͎̝ͣ͂͌̀̎̽̅̔͊D͚͖̰̅̈́ͩ͗̀.̯̖͕͙͖͗̍͐ͯ̃̓͐.̫̝̪͇͍͚̦̂̊ͦ͌̚.̌̐ͣͤ̃ͫ̎҉̸̣̬̺͔ ͍̗̻̘̼̭͖̾ͣͦͥ̂́̚͝T̯̲̤̮̖̟̝͉̓͑̇̅̑ͭͥͦHͭ҉̛͕̰̘̺͖̰Ȩ̾ͪ̍̂̈ͬ͛͡͏͉̩̳̣̘ͅ ̣̤̦́̐̏̓̑̅̃͑͝P̴͙̼͓͛̊ͣ͢͡A͋̃҉̹̣I̴̤̝̯̪̟͐ͦ̒ͨ̉͟N̈́̋͋̃̄̑̐̀͏̩͓̫̱̰̭.̸ͧ̓̿̄͊͆͗̌͏̥͍͚
̴̧̟̠̮͓̻̻̝̣̔ͣͣ̏ͪ̇ͤH̭̠̱ͫ̽͗͡E̱̣̰͖͈͚̺̳̩ͨͯ͊͋̓ͨL͍̩̪̫̞̈́̓̏̃́̀͢P̋̓̌̔̆̃̆ͤ̂҉̝͙̺̲͔ ̶̖̝̥͍ͥ͜͠M̧̡̲̬̤ͣͭͬ̂E̴̼̮͕̦̟̮͙̦͐̅.̶ͪ͛͂̾̌͆̇ͣ̅҉̷̙̪̯̹͚̲ ̛̥͉̜ͥ̓ͦ̃̇̊ͧḨ̛̜̘̝͎̻̬͚̲ͥ̔ͯ̒͑E̲̮͔̳͙̰͈͊̄ͭ̓͗ͤ̂ͫ̀L̘͖̲̮̦͊͂̀ͪ͞͡P̱̝͖̖̖̙͙̰͈̑ͤ̅͆̆͊ ̧͇̞̼̲̭̜̑́M̯͚ͮ̍͜Ë̖͓̭͚̭̥͂̍̊͗ͭͧ̄̈́ͅ.̐͆̏̚҉̵̥̬̫
̶̵̞̠̪̘̼̘ͤ̍͗ͣ̾̈ͯ͋̓͢S̵̼̮̗͓̪͓ͤ̆͡T̴͇̍ͫͬ̃O̵̭̬̝͍͎̺̯̦̯͆ͦͨ́P̙̲̘̼̹̯̻̮̳̽ͩ̿̚̚ ̬̤̟̠̞ͥ̄̄̆͂ͦ͑Ṭ̸̡̠̻͍͈̈́̑ͦ̑̔H̴̷̰͓͙̬̙̫̓̂͐ͩ͞E̖͇̰̜͍̍͐ͪ̾͜͢ ̨̗̤͚͖̬̌ͬ͆ͭ͆̎̾ͯP̴̴̻̞̳͕̦ͨ̊͐ͥÀ̢͙̱͎̞̙̥̜́͗̑͛͋͝Ĭ̶̭͖̮̭͚̳͓̋͑̏ͨͫ͐̾̚̕N̴̹̝͌̏ͫͥͨͪ.̸̜ͨͩ͢
͉̪͎͍̬͓̲̐͗̽̊ͩ̕͢͜S̶̢̲̟͛̈́̿̈́͘T̟̼͓̳̹̳͇ͩ̎̈́ͣͧͯ̌Ő̩̜͕̠ͪ̔ͭ̕Ṕ͖ͦͭ̊͆̋ ̡͓̳͈̾̎̇̎͑̅̇̆́T̸̨͉̼͐ͪͮH̷̘̤̞̔̈́͡È̪̦̙̯̣̠̘̬͋ͭ͐̓̚̕͟ ̉͆̉͊ͬ͗͂ͮ̍́͏̙̪͍̬B̩̫̖̟̱͕̗̈ͤͮ̐ͥ̀ͣͧ͛͞L̵̙͚̙̳̼͆́̓Oͥ̋͊ͭ̅̿̓̚͘҉̬͈̜̗̖͈̱̟O̵̰̦̖̖̲ͮ̈̃ͦͧ͗͋ͯ̚D̫̲̥͙ͬ͌.̷̮̳͚̭͖͔̜͗ͦͮ̇
̉ͩ̀̈̀͏̲̰̫̭̙͍͚S͑̉͐͌͏̡̩̹͜ͅT̍̿̔ͣ̚͏̻͓O̴̶̵̤̝͖̊̎̃P̗͓͕̪̆̋ͥ̽͌̾ ̷̖͙̠̺̙̤̺̤̪̌̌̑̚T̛͚͌ͬͬͨ̽ͥ̐͋͝H̡̝̖͆͂͑ͦ̐͠͠E̙̤̘̠ͮͣͫ̿͑͑͂̄͝ ̡̧̯͈̮̥͙̤͈ͭ̽̃ͫͮ͋͐͆͘M͚̺̦̹͙̒̀͛ͦ̃͆̿̎̚Ḁ̵̻͙̝̠ͬ͐ͥ̄ͪͬ͜Ȇ̵̷͇̘̣̹̠̠̌ͯ͂̉͜ͅͅL̛͔͕̼͎͖̄̇ͪͣ́͝S̸̖̝͇̍ͮT̸̰͕̯̳̣͍̒ͬ̌̈͋̔͑̑̐͢͜R͖̟̣̘̊ͭͥ̇̑͆̏̏͟O̻̦̙̤̹͒̽͛̄ͧͤ̓͟͠M̳͎̏ͦͦ͂͗ͩ̾̌.̘̗͕̬̟̗̭̱͌͜
̷ͣ͗̂͏͓͇̝̜̟̰̻̣Ḅ̼̦̌Ẽ̝̲̪̤͔͕̇́̄͌ͣͅͅF̭̟́̈́ͩ̐̈ͪ͋̿Ȏ͎̖̲͕̞͓̬͌ͫͪͧ͟R̷̨̛̼̭̳̻̭ͩͫͩͤ͒E̵̫̣͎͛̎ͭ̃̈́ͮ͋͌͠ ̪̫͓͓͆̀̃ͫ̂̿̄͗͝ͅI̗̫͇̺̹̱̱̪͒̂̀͠Ť̺̼̊ͧ̊’̻̳̪̲͙̬̬̉̓̈́͋͗ͫ̄̕Ş̢͍̹͆̾̿͗̉ ̥̮͔̟̝͉̤͙̮͂͛̑͗̄̇ͧ͂̑T͓͙͎̆̊́Ơ̛̼̰̳̦̱̽̑͊͂ͬ͜O̸̡͕͓̤͙͊̐ͮ̏̃̉͛̄͞ ̨̛̭̘̖͓̹̩͓̝̈́̽ͣͦͦ̀L͙͚̲̺̰̤̻̬̔̑̉̅ͨ̓̏ͦ͢Ả̶̙̺̖͚T̴͔̫̙̻̥͓̬̾ͣ̎E͎̳̯̫ͯ̈́̀ͯ̾͝͝.͎̩͍͍͉͎͊̿͗͗̂̄͝

The rest of the dig crew couldn’t take the noise, and left. Probably the wisest decision for them I thought… At the time. Right as they were trying to take off in the mining vessel it went dark. All equipment stopped stone cold. Then we heard a sound. It was distant at first, but it soon grew to a roar so loud I couldn’t hear my own thoughts. The source? A small object falling through the sky at impossible speeds towards the dig site. Before Earnest or I could react it crashed into the ship. Nearly obliterating it on impact. We were far enough away from the ship to escape the blast with only a few broken bones and lacerations… but the rest of the crew weren’t so lucky. Steel your mind. The next log I record may shatter your sanity… assuming you’re still sane that is.

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