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Andromeda's Journal
COMMANDER'S LOGS
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COMMANDER'S LOG #0 - BEGIN COMMUNICATION
Hello? Hello? Hello?
This is your commander, Andromeda, speaking. I am recording these for record keeping purposes. My time here at Doré Lake Observatory has been strange, and I suspect that it will only grow stranger as time goes on. These logs are intended to document the oddities, thoughts, and other occurrences of which I am faced with. These recordings are also intended to document my progress towards uncovering a solution to the great problem. This is the start of a long, long journey. Commencing countdown, engines on.
So we seek the stars.
Sic Quaerimus Astra
END COMMUNICATION
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I probably should have mentioned what the great problem is... Also I forgot to mention that I- hey wait, why is the light still on!? Stop recording!
Bobasaurus
Downtime
The Dream Will Be Alive
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COMMANDER'S LOG #2 - BEGIN COMMUNICATION
Following the latest expedition and the subsequent repair of the observatory's primary telescope, a shift in the perceived heavens has occurred. This alteration can be described in the words of the astronaut Sally Ride, "The stars don't look bigger, but they do look brighter." The cosmos are more visible to me now, nebulas, distant planets, stars, all of them shine brighter than they had the day before. Even under daylight, I can still see them sparkling, though faint and difficult to discern. The stars look very different today, yet still we are bound. There is nothing left to do for the time being, now we must await the next mission.
Soon, the dream will be alive.
Sic Quaerimus Astra
END COMMUNICATION
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Will it go away? It's been a few days now and it still hasn't. I like being able to see the stars better, but... This isn't right. I know that sacrifice and change is inevitable, but this?... I still want to be me. This is just step one, what happens at, say, step five?...
Come on, Andromeda. Quitting now means that everything we've done to get here was pointless. We have to go on. We have to keep fighting. We have to keep striving. All the things we've taken, all the things we've been given, they can not have been in vain. We have to do this, because if we don't...
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I left the camera on again, didn't I?
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"Mankind is dead, so says Emperor Grungo!"
OWL - The Occult Wildlife Landing
The Occult Wildlife Landing (OWL) is a nonprofit organization that advocates for the rights of supernatural creatures to live a life unmolested by humanity’s relentless spread and greed.
While OWL has become the de-facto head of the conservationist movement in the United States, many claim it’s not as innocent as it appears. A number of small, seemingly-disconnected terrorist cells wear the OWL insignia with pride. These groups– which tend to contain a disproportionate number of supernatural creatures and beings– commit high-profile acts of public violence with the intent of furthering OWL’s core objectives. In the past, they’ve blown up oil pipelines, stopped development projects, and even infected congregations of people with mutagenic viruses.
OWL denies any involvement with these so-called “OWL-inspired terrorist organizations” (or OITOs for short). However, many people conflate the two and consider OWL itself to be a terrorist organization.
One thing is for certain: when OWL sends a blast to its followers urging protest, they’re taken seriously.