Log by Alexander Burnwood
date: 24/05/2027I apologize for my reappearance and for the reactivation of the archives, but I need to understand what has happened, and help to restore this world to safety.
My name is Alexander Burnwood, also know as Doctor Wood, ID code: C3-5491. I was a former scientist in base 14, but due to my untimely "reassignment" into a D class I had to go into hiding for quite a while. I was informed of the disbanding of the foundation due to my encounter whit one of the instances of An-34401/a, the brass dragonflies, which was flying around the entrance of the spacial anomaly in wich I hid. After being expelled from my hiding spot due to it's sudden decay and disappearance, i was forced to head into the nearby city, only to the discovery that it is no longer there.
The entire geography of the wolrd has seemed to change, entire landmasses radically different.
The spoken language is no longer russian where i am, most people now speaking a modified fusion of mandarin and swedish, which is apparently the most prevalent language in the northern region of this continent.All proof that the foundation has ever existed is gone. All work done by the foundation has been undone.Most citizens treat anomalies as nothing more than animals or long dead myths, and a belief system has been suddenly set as a norm for the world at large. Any anomalies who do not fit into certain categories set by the religion's tomes have mysteriously disappeared or been somehow found "defeated".
The god associated with the beliefs seems to be methodic, rewriting all history, biology and geography of this world to fit their needs, but I do not think their power is endless.
There are bound to be cracks from normality in such a huge world, and that god does not know how to deal with anything as powerful as what might come crawling back when they realize the foundation is gone.I will try to catalog any discoveries I find here, and will leave this page fully open. I need to know im not alone before it is too late, before something irreparable happens.
the content of this page are cogno-hazards and not approved by the lord's tomes.proceed?
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party rocking
I'm sorry for
[the sound of crashing waves is now audible.]
[0/02 weeps quietly]log ends