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> /create new file
OPENING NEW FILE............
Found this after we landed. Felt it was necessary to upload.
My name is Auspicium.
I am the disciple of augury.
I served the Creator in the Medium of the Worlds.
I found this world undertaking an assignment.
A dishonorable assignment, but an assignment none the less.
I took pleasure in humoring the intelligence of man.
But as I grew blasé, my malintent germinated.
I intended to destroy the world I had become entombed in.
Not out of malice, not out of some vindictive need to find retribution for my captivity.
Out of pure boredom.
My people call it łøêź, but in your tongues, there is not a real word to describe it.
The closest word I could find was "schadenfreude". Sounds German, bunch of anti-Semetic fucks they are.
I found another word, it fits more closely, even if I can't really understand what it means.
But, that is besides the point. What stopped me? What made me reconsider destroying this realm?
It was something as insignificant as a chair.
Sitting, a marvelous concept. My nubs always felt so tired. My weight is shifted, and my back is rested.
In all infinite wisdoms, something as minute as sitting down eluded us.
I explored your world. To find what other wonders your world may hold.
I found wonderful things. Music, art, architecture, the great feats of religion.
...almost all religions. The Bahá'í Faith can fuck Christianity til it dies.
The point is, I found your world too wonderful to exterminate. So...
I will break some tenants of my residence here.
Now, pass this note on to the ones I saved.
There is a group of beings known as The Collective of Angels.
They are after a tome of "forbidden knowledge" stolen by the Lord of this realm.
Its constituents are pseudo-mindless beings serving the Hand. Its leader is Azrael.
He is controlled and monitored constantly by the Creator and Destroyer. He is a slave.
I cannot reveal the reason for his enslavement, honestly it just spoils the fun.
You cannot retrieve his journal. The dumbass has it on his person. He doesn't even realize.
You must not give in to their demands. Do not worry, for your sakes, I will protect you.
Let it happen. Make an effort. DO NOT RAISE SUSPICIONS. Please.
My name is Auspicium. I was known as "Anomaly VN-1520". I am free and will never return.
Be warned. Bad things are coming.