Dr. Elias Maddox's Journal

The accounts of an Elias Maddox, and the record of events and perils leading to my untimely demise - a working title

Described herein are the events that I - Dr. Elias J. Maddox - have experienced in time of late as a so called Contractor within the employ of mysterious godlike entities.

Should you decide to take these writings on face value, rather than the ravings of a man falling further and further into delusion, know that if you haven't been warned, this is your warning - paranormal and paracausal beings walk among us. I'm not talking about the weird urban legends and myths, or even the few unexplainable things actually caught on tape or declassified by government agencies, I'm talking about what essentially equate to living gods - these Harbingers and the trials they impose on a mortal populace.

Mushroom Hunt
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Downtime

Coming to Terms

I'm still troubled by the events experienced in Nevada. It all feels so surreal, like another nightmare, but unlike my usual terrors, this is just one I haven't woken from yet. My mind's been racing lately, not with the usual pursuits of my research but more with being prepared for the next time I end up on a job from a harbinger. I cannot be as ill prepared as I was this last time.

I've already gotten to work on something that may further my endeavors and help on a dangerous job. It's only a prototype but the mask - what I'm calling a psych-Scope - is already operational. It should allow me to protect myself from contaminants, as well as unexpected stimulants, while also reading mental data from a target with little more than a gaze. Though it does create an unsettling feeling like a low frequency hum that takes you out of body, and not in any way a pleasant out of body experience. Further testing is obviously required. To be completely honest, I couldn't say exactly how this tech works, the design, the implementation it all just came to me, like something I knew would work despite having no reasoning as to why.

Despite the fear and imminent danger, I still find myself compelled to undergo these contracts. The executive, well - "harbinger" that first approached me wasn't wrong about my research becoming stagnant. It's not that I am not invested, if anything my resolve has only been strengthened but I must admit I have been hitting dead ends for some of my most promising formulae. I've never been one for blind optimism, but I know things are moving in the right direction even with these setbacks. I can feel it. There's only a matter of time until I grasp something that produces more results than just that of an everyday sleep aid or supplement.

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