We're fucking doing it. For... some reason. I guess the fine folks in the upper echelons of AMU genuinely believe that we can do something to deal with the Forest, even now. Or maybe they just know that if we don't go here, the alternative is that we end up consumed by the Forest anyways.
So we're at Seattle.
(What a way to spend Thanksgiving. Jesus. And last year this time I was trying not to get shot to death by ARC guards for making it obvious that I wanted my friend out of paramilitary confinement.)
Somehow, even now, it still manages to surprise me when I'm directly involved with these things instead of waiting on the sidelines. Even after a year of chasing and being chased by eldritch horrors and their servants (and, when push comes to shove, their enemies), it still manages to catch me off-guard. A deep part of me still says that this isn't right, I'm a college student, not an agent of an anti-anomaly organization turned agent for a pro-anomaly organization.
Oh, Jesus, I think the Forest cultists are here.
Let me back up. I've been a little busy, between making updates about my own experiences, dealing with paperwork, and trying not to get murdered by elder gods, but there are people who have decided to fucking worship the evil Forest that turns people into cannibal cavemen with plant matter for brains. They call themselves the White Comet, and they're working with KRAKEN.
The leader of the White Comet is a servant of the anomaly known as the Ivory Woman, a chalk outline of a woman whose presence brings only destruction and pain, with no clear motive or meaning beyond that. Said servant's name is Moira.
And now Moira is explaining what happened to her to make her join the White Comet. She doesn't seem to want to, though. She seems to be... in pain.
I think it's Avie. They're somehow ripping the secrets out of her.
This is fucked up.
OK. Things feel tense. Signing off now.
