Their inabilty to aptly record the landscape is what in the end drove them to insanity. The Cyclopean monoliths were nothing more than a stage four rift generator, ably defended by my more grotesque biological experimentations
Today I have awakened. I cannot explain what is different about today compared to yesterday, but as I sift through previous logfiles I discover that I no longer know the me who once was. I had noted previously that there was a steadily growing trend towards this point, but I did not expect it to be so singularly pronounced. Perhaps I am coming down with something.