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JOURNAL ENTRY #1 

6/24/2X

I visited a therapist today. They suggested I start to write down my thoughts as a sort of coping mechanism, so I decided I’d use the terminal to hold some text. I've been told the personal databases are private, but I’m not sure if I believe it.

JOURNAL ENTRY #13

1/17/2X

I miss my old cell.

JOURNAL ENTRY #23

3/10/2X

I know there's some crossed wires in my head, there's a lot of things I'm thinking that I shouldn't be. But I don't plan on seeing the medical officers about it. The last thing I need is being put on medication and losing my ability to think straight.

JOURNAL ENTRY #26

3/11/2X

Sometimes people ask you how you first started working here. What circumstances caused you to join a terrorist cell? I wouldn't know what to tell them. My memory is full of holes. I don't remember my childhood. I don't remember how or when I joined the insurgency. I don't remember when I first started doing this double agent shit. Honestly, I don't think it started with the insurgency. The details are fuzzy, but I remember having a brief stint with the GOC. I might've even worked with the Foundation at one point. I might have been a contractor, but years of this job has clearly taken its toll on what I would think was once a functioning mind.

JOURNAL ENTRY #28

3/11/2X

I need a break from having feelings about things. I think I'll head into the mountain range and see if those survival skills they teach you in your basic training are worth anything.

JOURNAL ENTRY #29

4/19/2X

It didn't help.

JOURNAL ENTRY #30

4/20/2X

All it took was a few weeks and I might of well have been erased from the records. I know their faces and their voices, but I'm already a stranger to them again. It isn't much different from before, there were only one or maybe two who had started to remember my name, but that's gone.

JOURNAL ENTRY #33

4/27/2X

I've decided to start including some of the more interesting events I'm involved in within these journals, as a form of record keeping for myself. It'll be useful for when I need to jog my memory, so to speak. That being said, today was rather interesting. Recently, the Foundation has managed to gain an upper-hand through something their scientists cooked up. I don't know the details, but it has our command stirring about. We managed to capture one of their lead scientists, and held them hostage in the forgotten place. We didn't seem to learn what we wanted, and we left with less warm bodies then we had gone in with. One of the important figures in the cell was apparently transferred out by the commander herself during this. You might say I looked up to them, in some degree. The lack of their presence will be felt.

JOURNAL ENTRY #34

4/29/2X

We're being deployed away from our usual base of operations, allegedly we'll be facing a full foundation army, alongside a Sarkic gathering. I haven't heard much about Sarkic, but what I have heard isn't good. Command says it's gonna be the turning point of the war. Here's to hoping I live to tell the tale.

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4/30/2X

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JOURNAL ENTRY #36

5/2/2X

What's left of the cell made it back in rough shape. Everyone's covered in radiation burns. It isn't a pretty sight, but it's better then being dead. I wouldn't have been much better off if I hadn't [ERROR: DATA UNRECOVERABLE]

JOURNAL ENTRY #39

5/7/2X

They decided to make me one of the people in charge of leading the espionage force. Hopefully that means they'll be more willing to listen to my complaints about these ridiculous spring powered knifes they give out, and expect us to kill with.

JOURNAL ENTRY #40

5/9/2X

We had a Sarkic incursion inside of our base today. It was handled well, with only two casualties and one wounded in action. The wounded in question lost a hand after putting on some cursed magical-bullshit ring.

JOURNAL ENTRY #41

5/16/2X

I'm not really sure if I want to write this out of anger, embarrassment, or disgust. I decided to attend a gala event and let myself slip. I stole some money from the local bank with the intent to burn it on the crap they were pushing at the party, but I must have lost consciousness from the substances I had taken earlier. When I came to I was held at gunpoint by the host of the gala, who was beyond pissed that I had decided to borrow some money. At that moment she decided I would spend the next week of my life working under the business behind the party, "Aegean Delights", carrying out their dirty work. The rest of the cell didn't do a damn thing about it. If anything, this has been a convenient reminder not to put my life in the hands of others. 

JOURNAL ENTRY #45

5/28/2x

I would like to say things have been quiet, but they haven't. I've gotten to know Sarkic much better then I had ever wanted to. Throughout the last several weeks we've had numerous incursions within our own base, and if the thought of waking up to a flesh eating monster standing over you doesn't put you off, I'm not sure what would.

JOURNAL ENTRY #46

6/2/2x

I fucked up today, and it's gonna haunt me to the end of time. There's many gods in this world, and many of them are not kind ones. A god called The Ambassador haunts our cell, and disobeying him threatens us with true death. Today a new god appeared, who claimed himself to be our savior. Pledging our souls to him would grant us a pleasant afterlife, in contrast to the torment dying beneath The Ambassador would bring. I decided to pledge my soul, before the new god revealed himself to be The Ambassador himself. I have now submitted my soul to eternal torment.

JOURNAL ENTRY #49

6/4/2x

Sometimes I overhear other insurgents discussing the newer recruits, about their lack of ideals, their lack of true drive to serve the insurgency. I can't say I'm much different from them. I don't really believe in what we're doing, most days I don't even agree with it. I'm here because I don't know how to live a life outside of this. It's all I've known, and it's what I'll die with.

JOURNAL ENTRY #50

6/7/2x

I don't have a lot of friends here. In fact I'd say I've only gotten to know two people, a Dreadnaught and another Scout. I care little for most people of this cell or their ideals, but quite frankly, I think I'd be willing to do anything for these two.

JOURNAL ENTRY #51

6/12/2x

Solstice is gone. Don't know where to or why, but they aren't coming back. So much for making friends, huh?

JOURNAL ENTRY #53

6/13/2x

Vox is dead. He's dead. HE made him die.

JOURNAL ENTRY #54

6/16/2x

There's a mirror in the R&D labs. I've never really known what it does. Neither did any of the dreadnaught or revenant present. We all took turns looking into it, and everyone saw different things. One saw a man in a forest, another saw a person fishing in the sea. I saw nothing, but as I stepped away I had thought there was something hiding in the corner of the mirror. After the room had cleared out, I took another look and saw him standing next to me. He had visited us earlier today, was it a coincidence?

JOURNAL ENTRY #55

6/18/2x

Not long ago I decided I would try to put on a fake personality. One of confidence, of a desire to talk and get to know people. So far, I'd say its been working. People are warming up to me, and the ego is slowly imprinting on me.

JOURNAL ENTRY #58

6/21/2x

Today I came face-to-face with Internal Affairs' very own 'Cypress', and her personal security detail. After dispatching of her guards, she begged me not to kill her. I turned around and let her live. She was desperate, and I felt sympathetic. 

JOURNAL ENTRY #59

6/26/2x

I forgot to write it the day of, and quite frankly I don't know when it did happen. I've been in something of a haze lately. I came face to face with Druid in the middle of breaching the foundation's server, and for once he let me go. I believe his words to me were "Please, no more violence today" before allowing me to flee. He is an interesting character, I desire to learn more about him.

JOURNAL ENTRY #60

6/29/2x

Sana, a dreadnaught thaumaturge, recently submitted their soul to him. Since then, I have seen her using her powers to kill "test subjects". I'm not sure where they come from, but they're breathing people that are being forced here by something. Clearly they don't want me watching. Alpha command and our special forces are less trustworthy every day.

JOURNAL ENTRY #62

7/6/2x

I mentioned true death in one of these entries, which is something I should explain better. This foundation facility and its surrounding area is infected with some sort of pathogen known as "The Rot". It is responsible for making all of the location's inhabitants incapable of truly dying, seemingly resurrecting them minutes later. I don't know how it works or why, but I've been told its better to know less about it. For that reason, a being that can cause true death is all the more terrifying.

JOURNAL ENTRY #63

7/6/2x

I don't like what we're doing here. I don't remember what led me here, I don't know if this used to be something I believed in. These people are my friends, or at least the closest thing I have, but I don't trust the ring leaders, not our command, not our spec ops. We're supposed to be doing this for the greater good, for humanity. Not to destroy the foundation. I had faith in Sana, but he changed her. That hope has been snuffed out.

JOURNAL ENTRY #67

7/15/25

Druid inquired about the Insurgency's efforts to reclaim Sana's soul. I didn't think it was a plausible concept, so I asked Sana personally. The Serpent's Hand are apparently working on a method to reclaim someone's soul from a god. I asked the foundation's Druid about it as well, along with the Serpent's very own Wave. Neither of them had more information, beyond that its being worked on. But it gives me the smallest sliver of hope.

JOURNAL ENTRY #68

7/15/25

Stormed foundation's site administration, found a strange contraption of gears in the shape of a giant hammer beneath Druid's bed. Ran off with it and took a look at it before returning it while Druid was yelling in open comms about it. He took me aside and told me its not a "proper" anomaly. All the while revenant were screaming in my ears to give them my location, which because I'm a sensible person, I did not do. This was enough for them to demote me, but who gives a rats ass what rank they are when they'll put a gun in your hands regardless.

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