Risk of Rain 2 Logbook

Risk of Rain 2 Logbook

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Void Devastator

"There's old stories of an deity who commanded the waves. Not just the kind that lap at the shore on a sunny day, no, I'm talking the kind that brings cliffsides down. The kind of current that could effortlessly bat ten-ton cars aside, uproot skyscrapers, and drown entire cities. There's more, too. They say he also had the power to create earthquakes. Can you imagine that kind of power? Natural disasters are still a plague to this day, even in the advent of space travel.

The cells were for dangerous creatures. The cells were for rare, powerful relics of exponential strength. The cells were for ancient automata of war. The cells were for scientists and inventors and explorers. The cells were for gods. The cells were for everything.

Darkness shrouding darkness - echoes from futures past and past futures and places and times eeking out from between cracks in reality. A suffocating prison of the mind and soul, occupied by beasts poking and prodding at your spirit forever. Forever testing you. Forever ?T?E?MPTING? you, iteration after iteration. They've run laps through the brain, ?CRAWLE?D? every last synapse for memories and data: weapons to use against theoretical armies with more resilient hearts and evasive bodies.

POTENTIAL INFESTOR SIGHTING REPORTS REMINDER: ALL REPORTS ARE TO BE COLLECTED AND SHARED AMONG THE CREW IMMEDIATELY. REMINDER: ANY CONTACT WITH INFESTORS RENDER TEAMMATES UNSALVEAGABLE. SHOOT ON SIGHT. -- 1/23 -- Have you noticed the beasts near the outpost acting strangely? There's been constant in-fighting the past few days, and some of them in particular have been acting erratically. It never lasts long - the families tend to surround them and tear them to shreds before I can get much of a good look.

Deep, deeper, yet deeper. In this world, there's always a bigger fish. And appropriately, a bigger space for it to inhabit. The only way to find such places is to go deeper. Deeper into curiosity. Deeper into hubris. Deeper into the depths of creation. And what you may find are the ones who are able to thrive in the depths, those murky dimensions and stilled spaces. Those who lurk in the calm, dark abyss at the bottom of everything.

I just saw a portal and I just… decided to step through. Why? Because I’m a moron, that’s why. The fog keeps it stable – the cells and the joints. The cradles. They like the fog. I’ve tried choking them – stop the fog- but they last a while. A lot longer than I’d survive in the fog. Couple hours, maybe. The cradle goo is sustainable – I feed it, and in return it gives me food.

I saw something last night on my post. A giant... crab. It came out of thin air and started tapping along the perimeter with one of its forelegs - like it was checking for an opening. It'd check a few meters at a time, and then disappear. Again, and again. So, I figured out its pattern. I waited for it, where it would appear next. My rifle was aimed at empty space - and then suddenly, that empty space became a target.

We almost got rid of it. It was too massive, with too much weight. It took up too much room, and was too dangerous. We tried to massage it into its surroundings - we felt we had captured its essence well enough. But its words beat into our minds and we weren't allowed to realize that it had been keeping us here. We had begun spending all our days staring at it until it became formless to us.

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