Lore/Story Ramblings Of A Zealot

A very short, badly written word soup. Read at your own risk. Mostly a reference to the Panic Zealot Boss Mass from earlier.

Day 5

This is bad. This is very bad. I fell down maybe for an eternity and sprained my leg when I landed down on the bottom. So much for this place being called the "Bottomless Pit"... I don't feel like writing anything, so I'll be recuperating and only giving the occasional rare scribbles depending on what's going on around me. If anything happens around me.

Day 7

The eyes, they're everywhere! Is this place haunted? Why are they watching me? They've been watching me for over a day now, are they here for... Oh no...

Day 8

I'm starting to lose it... I can't feel anything... I do not age, I do not feel hunger... and the eyes are still staring at me intently, as if to convert me to their side...

Day 19

I can't think straight I can't do it anymore I CAN'T STOP PANICKING I CAN'T DO ANYTHING TO STOP THEIR GAZE
I CAN'T
MAKE IT STOP
PLEASE

Day 35

[this section of the journal seems to have been torn out]

Day ???

I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE, IT HURTS TO EVEN THINK, IT HURTS TO EVEN COMPREHEND, TO MOVE AND TO THINK
EVERY BREATH I TAKE IS PAIN, EVERY STEP I TAKE IS AN ACHE ON MY LEGS
I CAN'T EVEN FEEL MY LEGS
THE EYES ARE STILL STARING AT ME
I CAN FEEL THEM WATCHING ME
THIS CAN'T BE
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
PANIC PANIC PANIC
GET ME OUT GET ME OUT GET ME OUT

[the rest of the pages have been torn out, only one page is at the end of the journal, attached with a paperclip]

Day Unknown, 1001 AP

Entry written by expedition leader AmbassadorDazz

We have discovered an entity of extreme power, warped by the energies of the Expanse. I've assigned a large expedition party to kill the entity. We will continue until the creature's energy is extinguished, and its laments are over. We also expect a great deal of losses. Probably nothing that will keep us from stopping. We will succeed. We have to succeed. The Panic Zealot is not a sane creature. It must be released from its suffering, its torment, after The Eye and the energies of Dern twisted him into the entity he is now. If we cannot do it, nobody can.

If you are reading this journal, godspeed. May the Bovine be with you.