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Chris Davis's Journal
ANOINTED
Downtime
What happened? And what will happen next time?
It is time to sit down and clear my thoughts. Make a timeline of things. Collate data.
I need to procure some items, and fetch some of my stuff from storage - these adventures are dangerous. More dangerous than I'd have guessed! That tentacle thing almost killed Evan in the room with the well. Thankfully mom's gear fits me pretty well. I don't think she's worn most of it in a decade.
Anyway, what do I know?
Harbingers. That's what my visitor called his... bosses? The people he works for?
They - from what little the others said - seem to not be able to do these jobs by themselves, as that'd draw too much attention. So there are other players in the game? Presumably working at odds? Mr. Wexner seems to have been at odds. And powerful, otherwise he'd not have had a goddamn tesseract gallery. That's supervillain stuff right there. Magic supervillain. A trap that has devoured several people before us, if the remains were anything to go by.
I can think about the implications later, for now I have to prepare. I'm gonna need to adjust my go-bag, if this will happen again.
I really hope it will happen again.
🔞
To Russia With Love
Downtime
The silence of the forest
I've been to Finland.
Looking for trolls and Etiäinen in the Finnish forests. Maybe a Menninkäinen, but I doubted I'd be that lucky. Some of my contacts had posted that they'd observed some strange happenings in the forests near Pokka. I've spent three weeks with backpack and recording equipment, walking between spots of snow, lakes, rivers, and trees, trees as far as the eye could see.
It was... beautiful, I have to say, but eerie. From time to time I needed to call on an Ircanrraat, otherwise I might've gone insane. Internet connection was... more than spotty, even my satellite connection. Like the forest was a smothering blanket.
I've spent days with not a single sound. Only the vague hiss of my blood in my ears, a whistling that seemed like self-protection from the absolute nothing - until even that stopped. Total. Absolute. Silence. No birds. No snapping. No snow falling. No wind blowing. Absolute, utter, complete silence.
I've never heard anything like it.
I've never experienced anything like it.
This is what being deaf must be. It is terrifying.
I really thought I'd go mad, and maybe I did, because while I never saw hide nor hair of any Finnish cryptid, but I think a piece of the Finnish silence came along with me. When I remember that utter stillness, and visualize it, and... channel it... it comes back, just for a couple of seconds, just for a quick reminder of a cold and dark stillness, of a forest beyond time.
Gen-Wyld: Beyond Natural
On March 14, 2018, a little-known company named Gen-Wyld announced FDA approval for a groundbreaking procedure to enhance a patient’s primary and secondary sexual characteristics using gene therapy. The company was an overnight success.
Shortly thereafter, they introduced a suite of gene-altering body modification procedures that allowed patients to make dramatic aesthetic changes to their bodies by gene-splicing “non-human” anatomy. Those daring (and wealthy) enough can now add cuttlefish pigmentation to their skin, sport a pair of fox ears, and even add a functional tail. While rare, these so-called “modders” draw plenty of hate from conservative communities.
Thanks to their revolutionary procedures, Gen-Wyld is now a household name. Norman Carlson, Gen-Wyld’s chief evangelist, recently announced the company is in the trial phase for a groundbreaking treatment for diabetes.
Yet despite their success, a shroud of secrecy surrounds Gen-Wyld. Their no-patent policy obscures the secrets of their procedures from the public eye. Financial experts claim that Gen-Wyld is run less like a traditional business and more like an NGO with some specific, unknown objective.
Some claim that they will not stop until humanity has been reduced to monstrous slaves and that Gen-Wyld’s board of directors will install themselves as inhuman overlords of the new world order.
However, until the true secrets behind Gen-Wyld are discovered, the genetic biotech firm will continue to grow, develop, and progress its grand designs.