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Entry #1
I can't exactly recall what happened after we touched the anomaly. I lost sight of Ekko and Professor Heimerdinger. Everything after that is a hectic blur; describing the creatures that chased me hurts my head too much. I'll add details later.
- My leg is bad. I set the bone back into place, but it can't hold any weight.
- Search for something to use as a brace?
- Find a way back.
Entry #2
Days since arrival: I
There's no hope of getting up that canyon wall. I've tried jumping, climbing, and have spent hours studying it in hopes of finding ridges or ledges, alas to no avail. I managed to start a fire, at least.
In hopes of this helping my arcane research in the future, I'll document what I know here: The beings that chased me look like puppets. Some of them are more decayed than others, but they resemble humans. Additionally, they seem to be of an ominous material, as they're far too lightweight and agile for stone, yet make no metallic noises when moving. They keep checking in on me occasionally; I don't know what their intentions are, but they at least leave me alone for now. Is someone controlling them?
The creatures skirting around my position seem to be newts, or a similar looking species. I haven't seen any other animals yet.
As for what happened with the hexcore and the arcane — I don't know. I still haven't gathered my thoughts. It was a lot to take in. I remember its structure, omnipresent and overwhelming. I wonder if Ekko and Heimerdinger are in situations similar to mine. I can only hope they're faring better than I am.
- Keep the fire alive.
- Search for another way out.
Entry #3
Days since arrival: II
I need to find something proper to eat. No wounds will heal without calories. I've searched for worms and bugs around here, since the lizard creatures have to live off something, but the ground is mostly rock. My nails are bleeding. Digging is pointless.
- Is there greenery around here I have missed?
- Those animals have to eat something.
Perhaps they use photosynthesis.There's no light down here.- Find something to eat.
Entry #4
Days since arrival: IV
I’m sure the wounds on my back are infected. Don't mind the ink spillings, the pen is leaking. I suppose I should be grateful for the endless water supply. The lake helps keep my injuries at least slightly clean, but there don't seem to be fish in there.
Still can't move my leg. The break must be healing wrong, if it's healing at all.
I saw one of the puppets try to get down here this morning. Or was it barricading the way up? Without Hextech, my hammer is as good as useless.
- Stabilise my leg.
- Should've taken medicine classes at the Academy. Too late, now.
Entry #5
Days since arrival: VII
Is death too greedy of a request? I'm starving. I refuse to lie down and give up, but it seems inevitable in the long run.
I can't believe I used to compete with Cait who could stuff their mouth with more cherry pastries. It seems so long ago my face was displayed on airships and posters. I never asked for this.
I've deconstructed my hammer to work as a brace, and it's given my leg temporary relief. I'm glad I took the time to study Viktor's brace when repairing a bent part once.
Entry #6
Days since arrival: IX X?
Drip. Drip. Drip drip drip. There's no smaller caves around here to seek shelter in. Every time I try to fall asleep, water drips from the ceiling onto my forehead. I've heard they use similar tactics as torture methods in Noxus, though from what I've seen from the Medardas, I don't think they bother with torture at all.
Days end with me passing out from exhaustion.
Entry #7
Days since arrival: XI
I found a way to hunt the lizards. They taste like rotten fish, but I've never had anything more delicious.
Edit: I've been throwing up since the sun set. It's rising again.
- Newt meat -> poisonous?
- I can't afford not to eat them.
Entry #8
fever. im sorry mom
Entry #9
Can't let the fire go out. Tending to it has oddly therapeutic qualities. It doesn't make a lot of sense, but it seems like that's the only thing currently keeping me sane.
There's no way to dispose of the newts other than to burn the leftovers. Maybe I can use the bones as tools? I'll try to sharpen one.
Entry #10
Days since arrival: lost count
I wonder how Viktor is doing.
Entry #11
The arcane keeps talking to me. I hear it in my mind, screeching, horrifying. It's always present.
Would Viktor's lips have felt soft or chapped on mine?
Entry #12
I never meant to cause my mother grief. It's fruitless to hope she won't weep and wait for my return. I don't know if I have the strength to.
I only ever wanted to make you proud.
My flesh is decaying where the chainsaw's wounds are.
Entry #13
Something is happening to my injuries. The anomaly’s structure is drawn into my blood and skin.
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Nauseous. Can't see clearly. I feel my pulse in my head.
Sometimes, we venture too far.
Have been retching up bile for the last hour.
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The anomaly has warped time and space, it's the only explanation. When Viktor and I explored the first hexcore together, we noted it reacted strongly to organic matter, though the subjects withered after rejecting it. Did I reject it? Is this the rotting part of the process? My leg and hammer certainly are.
I'd like to reconstruct it, make the same thing happen again, but there's no hexcrystal left in my hammer and it seems to be an impossible task. Don't rebuild, destroy. It needs to be destroyed.
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Shut up. Just shut up shut up shut up
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I shouldn't have let him leave. We could've figured things out together. Stupid.
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Puppets are gone. I'm getting out of here today.