You know, I have never had a McFlurry, not the biggest fan of fast food in general, something about it always felt dirty. Spiritually, I mean, arteries are obviously going to suffer a little. Though, dear journal, I mention this cause after last night's little venture on a family farm, me and the other survivor shared some of this cold treat. Ethan, the magician fellow, wielder of the spear or what not. I hope to keep in contact with this man, I have a feeling we will meet again. It feels... nice, to share a snack with someone...

But enough about mushy emotions, my research is expanding. The farm held a book of rituals that aided our victory, it's druidic in origins, but I can still get something from this. Within its pages, I found something about communing with spirits, such as fey. HOWEVER, I have developed a way to extrude these steps into something more my speed. 

Communing with the Dead.

I started on small animals, the rats in my apartment were the first to experience this, after I catch them. Though I rustled the spirits of vermin, it did not quite work so well, it's a rat, what is it going to say? I needed something more vocal, and I came upon that after trying to find stray cats, a poor man in the ally, the weather must have gotten to him.

He should do, after checking if no one was around I performed the ritual, suddenly a massive worm erupted from my throat. It dragged out his spirit and we began to talk. His name was Eddy, he's been living on the streets ever since he was fired from his job and divorced by his wife, poor guy.

My body feels quite stuff after my last endeavour, despite the medical attention, my physical prison didn't take to it well. 

The night after, I had a horrible nightmare, It started with me on an ice sheet, it was empty, calm even. Then the flood came, a wave of bullets rained upon me and flooded the world, all while the blasted song played. 'Unfortunate Son' I think, I then exploded in ooze. 

I was awake now...

My walls and hands covered in this slime, later after studying it, the substance turned out to be ectoplasm. It was, amazing, I suspect this new power was awakened after such a trauma response from my dreams. Thanks to this, my journey towards my goal marches on... also I now have to clean up all this mess. 

Later that day I attempted another ritual, I botched it and nearly ended myself. I was attempting to expand my perception, building upon an earlier ritual, but I must need more eyes, eyes of a God. 

I found out what happened to the big dog in Nevada. I was working and one of the other waitstaff was showing everyone this viral clip they found of the dog person chugging rubbing cream, stuff for athletes foot, it looked like. Not surprised by this honestly, she was in bad enough condition, I swore I say that fungus in the video. As well as this little brat doing a dance in the back, because of course there is. 

I'm getting tired of this world. My transformation can't come fast enough...

Taking the bus and planes are nice for travel, but I never had my own car, i've always walked to work. But, thanks to some saving, I managed to get something cheap for a car, a beige 1988 honda accord hatchback. It's nothing quite magnificent or safe, but it moves around, so that's all I need. It's definitely made my daily commute much faster, but by the gods are the prices of gas high. The great age of union can't come fast enough, and believe me, i'm trying to.

It shall be beautiful, a world where life and death are one and the same, no one dies, merely transitions to a new stage. One day...one day.

But to another matter. I decided a few days after this to take a long drive and just wonder, to see what happens. During my trip I got a few things to help me on my journey, like a bulletproof jacket, some other tools and materials, a chocolate milkshake. Without knowing, I drove all the way to the grave of Macula, the fearful.

It feels like it's been ages since i've been to this site, it's so nostalgic, in excitement I went to his grave, sadly the body of this demigod was still in the ground, the eye sockets empty from when I took his eyes. I stared into those holes for who knows how long, and my own eye sockets felt so cold after a bit. Before long the sun set, yet it didn't get dark, nothing was dark for me, it seemed my eyes have changed once again.

When I got home and prepared for bed, I saw in the mirror my eyes have become a mild grey. Another step in my transformation, I see it.

Though I was left behind for the security of this job, I hope Ethan made it in time. However my hopes were realized when the zombies fell around me, but I still had the cops to deal with.

They asked me to follow them for some questions, figured after the zombies and seeing me throw ectoplasm, made sense. I was put in a car and drove to the station, it was just like those cop shows on T.V. with how everything looked in the station. They took my stuff away, must have looked like a mad man with what I was carrying in my bag, the old gun doesn’t help but I had my papers. I was asked a few questions about what I did that night and who I was with, I mostly told the technical truth, which was I meant up with a friend to get some boba, then zombies show up, I wasn’t lying.

After questioning me they told me to wait outside the office and they’ll get to me. I had no time for this, I needed to go, and with that, a new power blossomed. I believe it was a result of my deeds during the job, especially to those mobsters. In the chair I witness layers of me become transparent, all till the most visible part of me was my nervous system. I was becoming obscure like a ghost and using that I gathered my things and left to Ethan’s place, no one say anything, not even the tow truckers as I took back my car.

Later that night me and Ethan talked a bit and watched the most interesting thing. This famed criminal Ky, the deceit incarnate, being interviewed by the one and only Chris Hanson… something about Ky’s eyes, we sim

The walk back to the boat and the journey home was quiet. Ky and Valentine were like empty shells for most of the trip. I was going to take this time to ask Ky some questions, like if he is a demon, but it did not feel appropriate. I believe this Rhea was important to them, friendship perhaps, I could not emphasize as much as I wanted to, death has always been familiar.

I wonder what is happening to that island now, being destroyed by the greed of man I assume, wonder how they’ll react to the alien corpse?

After arriving back home I pondered the night prior, the end of it mostly in that ship. Why did Valentine save me? I mattered less to them when compared to the doctor, I knew no one here. I suppose I “owe” him now, yuck. Speaking of Dr. Rhea, it seems they mattered to some other folks in a very different way. I read an article mentioning Rhea involving the Sons of Salem, the small-minded road hogs. I hope to never meet them again, but given my new hobby of uncomfortable merc jobs, I meet plenty of people.

On a final note, my ectoplasmic projectiles have become much for, ravenous, perhaps because of all the negative energy I was exposed to on that island. Emotions are powerful, especially when it comes to psychoactive energies. 

The uh, ghost I spoke to on the island told me as his final request is to respect his daughter who’s probably 50 by now. Odd request but I’ll do my best?

Time really flies looking at this odd idle I picked up from the manor I visited, it is like it takes hold of me. Akin to what happened to that stiff looking fellow who looked at a painting there. Though fascinating, the idle was the nothing compared to these pages and tomes I have snagged from that place.

Through my research into these pages, I have found a better way to “ready” my body for when I intentionally cross over. The idea is to sort of die in sections, while converting your bodily power to spiritual power. This won't make much sense to those who read this who are not as informed as I am in such matters.

So, I have performed the ritual, needed help from a friend of mine and had to frame it as a 'film project' since I had to upside down for this, not the most flattering ritual. In the end, thanking my friend as they left, I felt nothing. Not that the ritual didn't work, but I really felt nothing, then it was normal.

Unsure what that did but I am sure it will help out?

It seems my aid was needed after my trip to South Africa, by the one called Victor. Mr. Saltavo offered me services in the form of Black Market connections, in exchange for help dealing with someone who has threatened his way of life. He gave me a free flight to his coastal city, I got to see the village he has been using his funds to help.

Such a small small place, I don’t know what he sees in this place, what value it has, perhaps sentimental…

Nevertheless, the next few hours were some of the most, stimulating moments of my life. Me, Victor and a man from his village did some recon at the location of a meet up with a fellow agent named Marge? Merry? Marceline... frankly, I don't care. I ambushed the lady shortly after the meeting started, a full on duel proceeded. There was a gunner on the roof that I made quick work of in a pet shop, the women behind the cash seemed oddly, cool, with the fact I melted this man's face off, I felt bad, so I gave her some money for the trouble.

I caught up with Victor in a van, we snagged the target and interrogated her. In the end things worked out, but it seems now I may have Black Market trouble later... everything has its price....