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Professor Warner O'Neill: |
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I have decided to record what will surely be the last hours of my life. I am the sole survivor of the expedition. So far I have been able to find some safety in this chamber, but I know the barred door won't last much longer. |
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The creature loomed before us |
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Resplendent in wickedness |
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But invisible to our senses |
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We grasped at nothingness |
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I am no longer sure of what day it is or how long I have been trapped here. I hold no hope for rescue. My only hope is that the information in this recording may help the next expedition stop this terror that has killed us all. |
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Ghosts of the Expedition: |
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Frozen and timeless |
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Encysted, dormant, dessicated |
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Drawn to the heat |
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Of the life-glow and death exhausted |
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Friction, then impact |
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Awakened by the penetration |
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Mindless, but omnipotent |
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Driven by the only truth |
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Professor Warner O'Neill: |
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Light bends around this dripping sphere |
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I feel it penetrate into my deepest fear |
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It is invisible but its breathing I can hear |
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I can feel its tongue rasping at my inner ear |
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Mighty tentacles wrap 'round my neck |
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It tries to take me in, but I must not let it |
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How do we fight what cannot even see? |
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How do we fight when we can't even breathe? |
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Bastard |
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Creature |
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Spawned of chaos old |
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The Invisible Hunter: |
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When it's all done, you'll be a part of me |
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Circulating systemically |
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Horror unfolds in the silent cold |
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I'll never release my hold |
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Professor Warner O'Neill: |
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The creature loomed before us |
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Resplendent in wickedness |
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But invisible to our senses |
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We grasped at nothingness |
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It drank deeply of our essence |
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Showing itself in a crimson plume |
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Prolonging the exquisite agony |
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Showing us the future as it consumed |
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The creature proved invulnerable to our weapons. All attempts to destroy the thing were fruitless. It drove us deeper into the catacombs and then picked us off one by one. It is almost completely invisible until it feeds. |
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Ghosts of the Expedition: |
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Searching the airless wastes |
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Its thirst grew on through the eons |
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Now its lust is only matched |
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By the numbers of screaming fluid sacks |
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Oblivious to the haunting threat |
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Defenseless against attack |
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Picked off one by one |
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Embraced by the starborn horror |
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Professor Warner O'Neill: |
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Alien mind with earthly intent |
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Tissue and plasma and intellect |
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Your mind and body it will both infect |
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You're the nutrient it has come to collect |
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As it feeds, its form comes to light |
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Gelatinous veins and brains shining bright |
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Your flesh is infested, your mind is bested |
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Defenses tested, nothing is wasted |
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Bastard |
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Creature |
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Spawned of chaos old |
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The Invisible Hunter: |
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When it's all done, you'll be a part of me |
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Circulating systemically |
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Horror unfolds in the silent cold |
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I'll never release my hold |
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Professor Warner O'Neill: |
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The creature loomed before us |
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Resplendent in wickedness |
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But invisible to our senses |
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We grasped at nothingness |
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It drank deeply of our essence |
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Showing itself in a crimson plume |
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Prolonging the exquisite agony |
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Showing us the future as it consumed |
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It has been steadily exerting force on the door. The ancient timbers are beginning to splinter. Whoever finds this, I implore you, the catacombs must be sealed shut. I fear that the energy the beast has consumed are for reproductive purposes. |
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The Invisible Hunter: |
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I will not go |
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Back to the cold |
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I will not go |
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Back to the cold |
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Professor Warner O'Neill: |
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The creature loomed before us |
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Resplendent in wickedness |
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But invisible to our senses |
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We grasped at nothingness |
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It drank deeply of our essence |
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Showing itself in a crimson plume |
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Prolonging the exquisite agony |
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Showing us the future as it consumed |
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The Invisible Hunter: |
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I will not go |
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Back to the cold |
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I will not go |
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Back to the ****ing cold |