Risk of Rain 2 Logbook

Risk of Rain 2 Logbook

Lunar Chimera (Wisp)

Soul driven. Of course. As with all vermin - let us begin with fire. Free axes of movement – wonderful design. I will highlight that. Slow acceleration – that can be improved. Speed is war. Feeble combat skills. Treatable. Those Templars may be of inspiration.

"Recycling is an important thing. And I don't mean recycling a glass bottle to help the environment - though that's important too! No, by 'recycling,' I mean taking one thing, and using it for another. For example, my Ukelele. I love this thing. It has electric properties, and passes them on to my attacks - free chain lightning! But what if I were to 'recycle' it? I think the Uke would make a pretty good melee weapon.

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. --------------------- Upon inspection of a curious pronged artifact, we happened to awaken something living deep under our feet.

"I suggest you stay indoors and rest." MED-E, the medical bot, has been working overtime. The survivors felt very grateful that their escape pod landed near Med Bay cargo - they would have most likely perished without it. "I suggest you stay indoors and rest." The robot was speaking to a tall man, gaunt but strong. "I'd love to, but we're running low on food." Even though his expression was hidden underneath his blue combat helmet, it was obvious the man was extremely tired.

The europian noble paced around in his chambers, nervously glancing at the antique clock adorning his wall. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. The riots had been escalating and showed no signs of slowing down. Effigies burned, statues were torn down, and countless politicians turned their backs on the once-prestigious nobility of Europa. The people have had enough. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. It was only a matter of time– either the noble would have to flee, or the mob would finally breach the palace.

Mercurial Rachis

“The original information super-highway: the spine. A strait-laced path from the body to the brain, it is responsible for ensuring the survival of all life. However, its limitations involve being localized to its parent body. What if - just like the development of the inter-computer wireless network - one’s nervous system could communicate with another? What if the spine traced a path not just from body to mind, but a path that intersects between other bodies and minds?

Milky Chrysalis

Order: Milky Chrysalis Tracking Number: 393***** Estimated Delivery: 11/27/2056 Shipping Method: High Priority/Biological Shipping Address: Diptera Research Center, Io Shipping Details: Deep within the plague wastes there is an alcove free from disease. It is home to a group of insects that have NOT acclimated to their environment. They survive not through resistance… but through transformation. I’ve witnessed the creatures undergoing infinite states of metamorphosis. Each change that happens to them is reflected in the surrounding land.

$ 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. --------------------- On a routine food gathering trek we happened upon a vast fungal grove with towering fungi.

Lab Dissection Analysis File Subject: Mired Urn Technician: J. Flint Table Spec: Full Enclosure AY-2 with ARMM Kit Notes: - The survey team went through a lot of trouble to bring this one back. - Fitz was the only one left standing, in fact said he felt great, and the rest are still in the recovery ward - Subject is what appears to be a clay vase - Could this be part of a camouflaging defense mechanism?

They knew to stay away from the wells - but they were just kids. And they just wanted to know. They threw in dirt and stone and kifruit and starseed, watching as they collapsed. Thorp! The gravity wells would swallow up anything. Glass and mud and silver. Wind. Heat. Pulsar radiation. And when his brother wasn’t watching, Mithrix would throw in worms. Thorp! But only when he wasn’t watching. You see, his brother loved worms.