Risk of Rain 2 Logbook

Risk of Rain 2 Logbook

GATHER, LITTLE ONES. ALL HAVE DONE EXCELLENT JOBS TENDING TO OUR GARDEN – I COULD NOT BE MORE PROUD. NOW, WE SHALL TAKE A BREAK. I BELIEVE A STORY WOULD SATISFY YOUR CURIOSITIES, HM? NOW, WHICH STORY TO RECOUNT... ...HM? THE STORY OF OUR GARDEN? OF COURSE. VERY WELL, I SHALL BEGIN: THIS PLANET IS A PARADISE, GIFTED TO US BY OUR HERO. OUR HERO SAVED MY ANCESTORS - AND MANY OTHERS - FROM DEATH, GIVING US A NEW PLACE TO CALL HOME.

Welcome to DataScraper (v3.1.53 – beta branch) $ Scraping memory... done. $ Resolving... done. $ Combing for relevant data... done. Complete! This is the logbook entry of D. Furthen, naturalist for the UES [Redacted] in conjunction with the UES Research and Documentation of Outer Life. I am joined by my good friend Tharson, who is keeping me safe through this journey. --------------------- While out on a routine surveillance mission, Tharson began reporting an aroma wafting around the area, smelling similarly to earth strawberries.

"Denizens of lower-gravity planets like Mercury historically have had trouble adjusting to life on other planets. Mercurians, with their lower bone density (left) would typically shatter their femur within a week on heavier planets. Members of asteroid-rigged flotillas and colony ships have similar issues when arriving home from space. The invention of Kinetic Dispersion Rings (above) help alleviate the stress of heavier-than-normal gravity by converting kinetic energy into heat, sound, and light.

Brother, what is this...? Why is it misshapen and weak? Was there an error in my design? Guardian. Come to me. Allow me to see your construction. ... So I see. These are not the correct ratios. This is no minor error, Brother. You have purposefully deviated from the design. For what purpose have you done this? You cannot weave a construct from such an abundance of soul. You know it is too unstable - that it is too unpredictable and too frail.

//--AUTO-TRANSCRIPTION FROM RALLYPOINT DELTA --// “Sir, the ghosts are back.” The man sighed. After a routine expedition, one of the crew members – a simple soldier - had recovered an artifact thought to have been aboard the Contact Light – a simple mask, adorned with a painfully happy grin. “I’ll take care of it.” The man trudged down the hall towards the barracks. The Lemurians he had killed earlier that day walked down the hall by him, barely earning a second glance from the man.

Hardlight Afterburner

Order: Specimen XAS4-49 Tracking Number: 342****** Estimated Delivery: 12/29/2056 Shipping Method: Priority Shipping Address: Geshka Tower, 33 Floor, Mars Shipping Details: Our 'hard light' research has become even more refined since our last correspondence. The initial purpose of the afterburner was to function as a primary heatsink for our bigger HL implementations - like our bridges and barriers. However, if attached to a rapidly degrading source, like those we typically dispose, we get a wonderful emission rate of semi-tachyonic particles.

Harvester's Scythe

“I’m not going nowhere. What I do is important, and no plague is going to stop me from getting that done. City folk are all up in a tizzy over this and that, scared that ya’ll will pass without doing some crazy goals you set for yourself. But me, I’m not afraid of death. Suffering is just another part of life, and like labor, I can do it myself. To death, I say: I don’t need your damn help.

Helfire Tincture

======================================== ==== MyBabel Machine Translator ==== ==== [Version 12.45.1.009 ] ====== ======================================== Training… <100000000 cycles> Training… <1453461 cycles> Complete! Display result? Y/N Y ================================ [Grix] ignites. We measure the time. ..... ..... ..... ... .. . Too ordered. Composition is settling - I scrape the mixture from the bottom. [Ouju] ignites. We measure the time. .... ... ... .. . Too smooth. Ratio can be greater. I flatten the mixture.

A blue flash appeared in one of the storage bays of the Contact Light. The chaos ensuing on the ship was a perfect distraction. As soon as Kur-skan stepped out the portal she ducked into a sprint. She had no time. She weaved between gunfire and fireballs, between blasts of Vagrant energy and on-board security systems. They paid no mind to the feathered figure as she darted through closing blast doors.

$ Transcribing image... done. $ Resolving... done. $ Outputting text strings... done. Complete! This is the logbook entry of D. Furthen, naturalist for the UES [Redacted] in conjunction with the UES Research and Documentation of Outer Life. I am joined by my good friend Tharson, who is keeping me safe through this journey. --------------------- We suddenly came under fire when Tharson was smacked in the head by a glob of mucus and debris – Tharson is OK from this encounter.