I write these words through another, as my own words decay and die. The Book of the Doomed, I should never have gotten my hands on it; I don't remember how I did, nor why, only that I did, and that I opened it. I cannot part with it. This clown magic grants me fleeting freedom, and I thank a good friend for granting me this mercy, but it only pains me more in the present. I am going to become quiet again once this message leaves, if it does. This is my final call for help. Once I am finished transcribing this book, I am going to spread its contents. Please don't let me.
Kult: +50
Kull: +40
Total: 90
Ratio: 1.25
Who are⁻ you?
I don't think this is true⁻.
@specialRelativity Can we destroy this man's supply lines?