F4CE here, your trusty chronicler of the unseen. I survived my first investigation and suffice it to say, the Avalon Rendezvous did not disappoint. I showed up an hour before the meeting was supposed to start. I found a good spot to hunker down and wait. The black SUVs showed up 30 minutes later. I was lucky they didn’t secure the area. They seemed nervous and did a lot of pointing out over the lake. All I saw was mist. I took a pic (above).
It was surreal af, these top secret agency type people standing at the edge of a misty lake, waiting. Then it got much weirder. I saw the bow of a wooden boat cut through the mist and took the pic at the top. I couldn’t fucking believe or understand what I was seeing but it was a big warrior looking guy with axes on his back, some cyberpunk looking woman with green skin pointed ears, and huge crazy teeth (I kid you not), and then a roswellian green skinned alien in a blue hoodie. I think he was eating cotton candy??
They all started coming my way so I had to lay down flat. I was in shock or something. I stayed down until I heard their cars driving away. Idk what I saw exactly, and then things got even weirder… I heard splashing out in the lake and the there was a dude staggering out of the mist holding a giant shoulder bag. But this dude was COVERED in weird green glowing crystals. He lurched over to me and grabbed my shirt then shoved his giant bag into my hands.
This was the weirdest scariest guy I’ve ever seen. He’s right up to my face an he whispers his last fucking words in my ear and collapses dead at my feet. Between fits of coughing he said, “Listen to me boy, I’m Dr. Zimmerman, founder of Hermes Labs. I’ve been trapped on the other side for years, decades… This is all I have left. Don’t let them get it… It’s all teetering. The echoes from yesterday bleed into tomorrow and back into yesterday, boy. Sassafrassssss.” I took the bag and booked it. I must have been in a fugue state after that because I remember nothing about my trip home. My mind has prob been trying to protect me from all the crazy shit that’s been happening. So far the bag seems to be full of scribbled journal entries, polaroids of crazy places, coded messages, letters, and other trinkets. wtf is happening?
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