u/Khorde_the_Harbinger

COME BUY, SELL, TRADE IN THE NEWEST HOTSPOT POPULATED BY RATS AND CLONES! WHO KNOWS WHAT YOULL FIND ON FLOOR 54?!

Warning: thieves will be shot

(Inanimate Things it touches give life to other inanimate things they touch after this doll touches the touched object.)

*it touches the thing to your right. What's growing googly eyes and frolicking?*

(I made this doll. Her name is axis.... not that any character cares)

*onlookers notice that trash and inanimate objects seem to come to life after the doll touches them.... the thing to your right is what you first see come to life.... what do you do?*

The sands of whisker Beach cattail city were aflutter with the waves of the hairball sea. A crowd had gathered around what looked like a six inch hole in the fabric of the weave. Perfectly circular... only large enough for maybe a dumb seagull fly in and get both its wings amputated on the way in full soar.

Don't ask khorde how the physics of fifth wall breaches work. Khorde will go into a heavily unhinged ramble about his life cycle instead of narrating what's happening.

Well great, khorde missed the sudden expansion of the small breachway. Now he can't narrate and do his JOB.

Let's rewind a bit.

*footage rewinding*

Lessee....nope too far. Seen the seagull and THERE!

Why are there claws all over that breachway? These translucent rat claws are BLOCKING KHORDE'S VIEW!!!

FUCKaround find out they say.... WELL shit.

Hang on, we got what looks like a giant undead spaceman in purple mass co litchmech armor.... another, another, another, and another, a blonde pharmacist....with guns for legs! What is this? Planet terror? A green haired grandma pharmacist with facial augments.... a few men in black suits! Wait....Ew, they just turned into rats in armor. Polymorph with vermensk, I tell you, that's a show worthy of popcorn.

SOP IT! YOUR FRIEND IS IN THE HOLE YOU DUMB BIRD!

NOT YOURS! KHORDE'S

KHORDE'S

GIVE KHORDE BACK HIS FOURTH WALL ORB

"mine mine mine"

*turns bird into KFC*

Great, gotta rewind.

*footage rewinds as khorde is eating the bucket of KFC.*

*footage stops rewinding. Periodic fast forward*

Great, not much to do while I wait now that this ceasefire is active... seen that, seen that, seen that.....here.

Oooo! A roomba! Basically a bus with giant broomsticks with electrified copper bristles. "Victory industries."

There's more rats now...

WHATS WITH TRAUMA TEAM?! Ooh, Victoria is talking to them... aww a hug! There's a hug with cinnamon!

Oh no.... the rattus sapien has spotted khorde's forth wall orb.

NO

NONONONONO

*orb static*

THIEVING Lil GITS

I need to start sanding my orbs an not make em shiny.

Immunda gonna think I'm fucking around....

*pulls thought logs out of his head and posts it on the orb net*

(user cast: u/BoscoCyRatbear , u/Sea_Curve_7724, and u/Competitive-Error067)

The Racket in Floor 54 intensified in a matter of hours. The hordes must have grown more desperate as the number of dead piling up began to dilute the chemical in the acid turret. line after line of Soma clones marched to fire volleys of their Boom Doomer rifles to buy time for everyone else inside to run to the Biomechs. Any who got too close were run thru with one of the two mana swords on each soma.

from the outside of the colony, there was a bright explosion, had occurred, and the sound of a river was rushing towards the colony at super sonic speeds. About 50 somas coordinated together to shut the interior door to protect everyone inside.... the smell of evaporated bleach was pungent and the hordes only intensified briefly as the splash arrived and melted everyone in the airlock to the wall and the blast door. The infected were all dead and gone as the clorox nuke had been deployed. interior of the colony was sheltered from the radiation, but it was clear that the colony was still uninhabitable. The last hope of survival was pinned on repairing and upgrading the Breachway gate. u/Competitive-Error067, being already linked into realm wizardposting via a six inch diameter fifth wall breach, was obtaining materials and sending them, thru himself of all things, back into the basement where another copy was practically regurgitating materials out of the shadows. As Dr.Cumin and Dr. Sekai were going off of checklists and sorting materials while a team of totally not Rat men were calling in help and lighting an altar beacon with bale tokens, and another team of soma clones and totally not Rat men were helping Dr.Cinnamon assemble the upgrades.

Communications were also being rapidly passed in between Cumin and Cinnamon by Dr. sekai as new problems needed quick fixes. decimal in wrong spot, carrying a four, trying to make sure the place is actually able to handle this many people with such a pressure on time. everyone was already at their limit. powers were being pushed to the Brink.

Many have tried and died leaving the basement. however, this was a team effort. well equipped for up to three more days before mana based foods stops being nutritious. There was almost nowhere left to go but thru the gate, once the gate opens to sufficient size and pluck frequency.

due to a spell cast, all infected material has been banished to floor 54. this includes entire floors.

Unfortunately, former infected areas are now dangerous to exist in for the fact that there is no collision physics and reality is breaking down here. Be careful dwellers.

Cinnamon's log

Day 6, 12 hours in.

Roanoke colony has been found in the deepest parts of the chaos floors. Floor 54. Thanks to teleportation by u/competitive-error067 we got there quicker. It was a fight to get into the airlock. Soma deployed a reality anchor, and fought off hordes of infected alongside Dr.Sekai who used her chains. It took 2 minutes for Dr.cumin to run the permutations. I ended up gag dumping my leg out whole trying every key card I had. Once we got in, there was a 30 minute decontamination time in the airlock.

Currently the local breachway gate is intact, but the colony was still running on umbilical power and thermobattery reserves as mass co was cut off before the nuclear reactor rods could be installed. Empty biofactories indicate that this place has been inactive for quite some time. Even the corpses are their own mossy gardens surrounding the breachway gate.

At this point, Soma volunteered both of his suit's cesium rods. Me and my grandmother have been spending these last five hours manually rerouting power to the breachway gate so we could reach the desired plucks. Soma has been deactivated, and his crystal removed for safe keeping.

Currently, Dr. Cumin has sent Dr. Sekai to monitor the meters on the breachway gate, and u/competitive-error067 to guard the door in case the hordes break in thru both blast doors.

Frankly, the reality anchors aren't supposed to last more than 6 hours, so we don't have much time. It's been agreed upon that the four remaining individuals would Don hermetically sealed biomechs to fight off the hordes AND ENFORCE A QUARANTINE OF COLONY ROANOKE... despite Cumin objecting that we did not yet posess the man power, mana, or ammunition to hold the infected off for more than a few days.

Addendum:

Luckily, the breachway gate was able to be opened, unfortunately the diameter I was 6 inches. An SOS message has been transmitted on all orb frequencies detailing this environment, our location, and the desperate need for assistance.

*the sound of plasma cutters and commotion before recording cuts off*

(Ive invited a friend, he is great at fixing these kinds of things.)

Three agents from realm wizardposting walk in and see all this bullshit. It isn't long before the gate shuts behind them from their side, short circuit closing the gate with the sound of a gunshot. The walls are blue and covered in spore giving foliage, zombies, and beings affected by nurgle shit roam around tending to what has become a garden. There's ritualistic writings on all the surfaces not covered in blue rot... written in unidentifiable filth.

The sound of music can be heard in every direction. Mayhem and gardening are all over this place. There is radio to tap into. Apparently, it seems the agents have arrived on the chaos floors....

The string density here is ridiculously high, and it seems the payers go unheard... as if a critical connection has.theres probably survivors on other floors who could help you find your target if you ask.

Meat packing employees have given up on the chaos floors! The chaos floors now expand and the garden grows. Having been left unimpeded, the faction has spread to 25 floors in both the basement and the meat packing corporation each. This is a total of 50 floors. In such enclosed spaces as the basement, the vile garden has found it easy to bloom and frolic with impunity.

Soon, all will grow in the garden, and joyous poxes and filth shall fill the basement.

LET NO FLOOR GO UNGARDENED!

LET SURFACE GO UNGIFTED

LET ALL SHARE IN THE GIFTS OF THE GARDEN!!

Deep in the Chaos lands where the Meat Packing Corporation lay dormant, and decayed, stands an altar that reaches halfway to the ceiling. space and time have switched places. More and more souls of the damned flow to it from across the infected. From atop this spire like altar, a wire set leading to nowhere suspends in the air. The souls electrify it. and somehow, a current of souls and energy flows enough to Hold open what looks like the Gates of Guff itself. standing atop this altar is a man in a mask. he wears no shirt. he holds many strings in one hand, plays six with the other, and wears strings that seemingly lead to nowhere. This man Plays loud enough to be heard across all of the basement. For many, the song is a splendid soft one, but songs are meant to end so a new one can start. the radios of the altar began singing in unison, as the Guitar riffed, and the souls of the mercied are conducted away to a place outside the Basement.

The fields are growing. soon, the gates shall remain open permanently, and the horrors of the basement shall be added to more intensely. The Basement shall bend to the whim of the harbinger and the one it serves. this altar is surrounded by tens of thousands, while tens of thousands more plant further gardens and spread the gifts of the blue rot amongst other concoctions.

War has descended upon the realm. Where there's war, there's death, the more death the more fertilizer for the garden of the grandfather!

LET NO CORNER GO UNFILTHED,

LET NO GIFT BE UNGIVEN

LET NO ONE STOP YOU

SHOW ALL OF THEM THE BEAUTY OF THE GARDEN AND THE PLEASURE OF THE ROT!

*WAR NOISES AS THIS SONG PLAYS FROM DEEP WITHIN THE CHAOS FLOOR, ALL STRINGS LEADING TO OR FROM HIM THE WAR BAND MAKES MOVES TO TAKE MORE OF THE BASEMENT. EVERYTHING THEY TOUCH ROTS AND RUSTS, EVERYONE THEY TOUCH IS GIVEN 34 GIFTS*

Day: 4

Realm: Lensebasement

Report:

Contact with Victory industries yeilds disappointing results. Current away party consisting of former Mass Co personnel remains stranded. Camp has been picked up and packed. Compasses have proven useless as they just spin wildly. The weave is dense enough in this realm to have a severe effect on the magnetic field and the local realm's cosmic background mana field. It appears the walls are solid and dense enough to harbor around 1 G of force. Cinnamon found herself flipping nonstop for an hour before landing on the ceiling. Current hypothesis, the realm consists of nothing but "basement" as the locals call it.

Locals here vary in species and realm of origin. Multiple corporations have been identified, and none were mass co registered banners. However, string levels indicate this is a 100% match to the realm Roanoke colony of Mass Co was lost in. Pluck readings indicate the presence of a Harbinger or a Khorde. Current directive remains. Motive has changed. If Khorde is present, and the presence of daemons and abject chaos is evidence on top of pluck readings; this realm is in grave danger.

Every now and again, a corner dweller appears. Furthermore, predatory staircases have been found using people as bait. So far, this party has seen no combat. The walls write messages to people who wander the basement. The entity has been dubbed Wall Thing, the living graffiti. It keeps Warning of our "inability to escape." Current hypothesis, this graffiti is living and sapient. Further testing will consist of writing insulting things about it. followed by writing flirtatious messages. These two messages are prefaced by a neutral message "hello wall thing"

If the wall thing (living graffiti) is sapient, it will display appropriate responses to each message.

As I finish this entry, I have cumin and Soma setting up camp here in what looks like a boiler room. Luckily, the room rot of the demonic forces has yet to reach it.

Whether or not we have gotten closer to our first lead, " the meat packing corporation" is uncertain.

Directive priorities by order of importance:

1. Find Roanoke

2. Neutralize the threat to the realm

3. BUILD energy infrastructure and pulse converters capable of forcing a hole back to realm wizardposting.

4. Evacuate away party from the basement and gathered intelligence. Report findings at debrief.

Slide 3 :cumin

Slide 4: cinnamon

Slide5: Soma.

(Edit, butt posted draft )

The realm distorts as plucking around the basement intensifies. The breachway is blinding and frankly, beautiful. Sunlight, genuine sunlight arrives in the basement. The breachway fritz and shut violently, almost as soon as these three individuals enter.

"Dammit, something in this realm triggered a breachway shutdown."

"Soma, weapons hot, security protocol deacon 1

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Grandmother Cumin's Log

Day one:

Inventory:

Geiger counter, one 50 cal handheld autocaster, two 50 cal autocaster leg prosthesis. 1500 rounds of 50 cal hollowpoint, conductive ammunition in purse of holding.

Two enchanted swords, Boom Doomer antimaterial caster rifle, two cesium rods for the nuclear powered litch mech. 250 APHEFSDSHEATHECBC caster rounds in magazine of holding

Vermensk Mauser 45 cal ap semiautomatic caster pistol. 500 rounds in purse of holding.

Enough rations to last the two living about 7 days.

Combat knifes, Field lab kits, Field medical kits, Survival kit. Two sleeping bags, two rucksacks of holding...

Report:

Fifth wall breachway successfully opened. Problem occurred when orbnet controlled drones lost comms with victory industries. There was no money in the budget to lose a full squad of victory mercs, so the team working on the breachway was sent in to retrieve the drone. The aforementioned drone is not present. Furthermore, it appears the breachway closed behind this party of three, stranding us in a random realm. Current environment is made of concrete, rebar, and sturdy industrial materials given this 16 ton litchmech is not falling through the ground. After some testing with our field test kit, standard laws of physics config 3 is in effect. "Magic" fuckery is afoot. Furthermore, backgroynd pluck signatures display eldritch and anomalous signatures. One such signature is a 100% match to an "elder-plant" simply referred to as khorde.

It is safe to say that my granddaughter, litchmech "soma" , and I are not alone here.

Camp is being set up.