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>The cold hand of death lingers in the air. This factory is off. Very off. A little shop of horrors, with probably the same amount of meat consumption involved.

>There's an alarming amount of evidence this factory has been used to feed. Maybe not feed the public, but feed the evil in some's souls. Feed the greed and gluttony of some. This was clearly a place of malpractice, inhuman treatment.

>Another journal has washed up upon the metaphorical shore of my territory. It appears to be from a traveller coming through this complex through the other way.

>Attached is a keycard belonging to this factory, but also a strange and unintelligible note...

CLENCH YOUR HEART AND HOLD YOUR SCREAMS; THE FREAK, IT'S CALLED, WITH MALEVOLENCE IT TEEMS A TORTURED SOUL, O! IT WAITS FOR DEATH'S RELEASE BUT, ALAS, IT'S PURGATORY SHALL NEVER CEASE A TOWERING SIGHT, OF BORROWED FLESH AND BONE; A TEMPORARY BODY WITH JOINTS THAT CREAK AND MOAN TO WHOEVER SETS IT FREE, THE GODS MAY SEE AND FROWN BUT TRUTH BE TOLD, THE FREAK, IN THE STARS IT SHALL CLAIM IT'S CROWN AND SIT UPON THE THRONE OF ROT, IN THE FIERY UNDERGROUND

>I will look further into this. There also seems to be a scribble attached on the initial page; possibly of relevance to the text. Clearly, whoever wrote this has gone made.

>It's foreboding, though. I'll keep watch.

UPDATE - UNKNOWN TIME

>I know no one besides me will probably ever read this, but here I'm apologizing to my future self, for the messy handwriting and quick words. I know I like to keep good, straight records of what happens but this is far too important.

>I've found another survivor.

>I knew it to be right to trust my gut. They're scared. Very scared. It took some loud, clear declarations of peace for them to even inch towards me.

>They promptly broke down into tears, sniveling and crying. I myself have felt like that sometimes... But I can't let that get in the way.

>They want to head back to the control tower. I fear that a Smiler or two might already be staking out there, but it's not like I have much other choice, I have to protect this other survivor.

>When we're in better lighting, I will ask the survivor if I can create a drawing of them. I like to keep drawings with all my entries

>End log. For real, this time.

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concercing any accidental reblogs: TUMBLR STOP FUCKING LEAVING ME ON THIS BLOG WHY CANT YOU JUST ALWAYS SET IT TO MY MAIN :SOB

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>You wake up in a cold sweat, bones aching.

>The dust you've stirred up cloaks your throat.

>Swallowing your own saliva feels like sandpaper. You reach for your water. Your hands show no response.

>A bloody nose comes on, flecking your skin with dark fluid with each breath you heave.

>Frantically, you search for your journal.

>In a crazed daze, you erratically scribble out the sigil. The omen.

>IT.

>You don't know what compels you.

>Your exhausted senses can't even pick up anything.

>The incarcerated ghouls contained in the prison of your mind scream, begging.

>But you can't distinguish their prayers.

>All goes silent.

>And when you looked down;

>A skull. Who needs a head?

>The torrent of voices beckons you to rip your own off.

>But, ignoring their screams, a single lonely voice calls out...

>The call.

>Someone's out there, ███████.

>And it's your job to answer it.

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accidentally just lost the entire folder of device omega stuff. FUUUUUUCK man

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>AWAKENING<

... ..? HM. A NEW... ...WATCHER, I SUPPOSE I SHOULD CALL YOU? FRANKLY, I'M NOT SURE HOW YOU'RE HERE. OUT OF BOUNDS? STRANGE DREAM? ...META ASPECT OF THE NARRATIVE THAT WON'T WORK OUT LONG TERM?.. HA, SURELY I JEST. BUT YOU ARE AT A CROSSROADS. THE FUTURE OF THE DEVICE IS IN YOUR HANDS, HERE. ...WHAT DEVICE? I'D THINK IT'S OBVIOUS, SILLY. BUT... I AM JUST A VOICE IN YOUR HEAD, AREN'T I? OR MAYBE THE PROTAGONISTS? MAYBE I'M THE BLIGHT OF ALL DREAMS. WAKEY WAKEY...

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>AWAKENING<

... ..? HM. A NEW... ...WATCHER, I SUPPOSE I SHOULD CALL YOU? FRANKLY, I'M NOT SURE HOW YOU'RE HERE. OUT OF BOUNDS? STRANGE DREAM? ...META ASPECT OF THE NARRATIVE THAT WON'T WORK OUT LONG TERM?.. HA, SURELY I JEST. BUT YOU ARE AT A CROSSROADS. THE FUTURE OF THE DEVICE IS IN YOUR HANDS, HERE. ...WHAT DEVICE? I'D THINK IT'S OBVIOUS, SILLY. BUT... I AM JUST A VOICE IN YOUR HEAD, AREN'T I? OR MAYBE THE PROTAGONISTS? MAYBE I'M THE BLIGHT OF ALL DREAMS. WAKEY WAKEY...

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stuff is going to be a lot slower for a bit so yeah just keep that in mind ig

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DISC 2 - 2

After your narrowly- escaped encounter with… Whatever that was, you’ve been adventuring in the dim abyss of the factory for an uncountable amount of time.

You’ve been walking for so long that your joints wail in pain and your memory struggles to recount the most recent thing of note.

The occasional creaks and groaning of the floor beneath your feet accompany you on your journey.

“It feels practically endless here… How long has it been?” You mutter, instinctively looking down at your wrist to check a watch for the time.

You forgot you never had one in the first place.

You are suddenly startled by the room growing darker.

Why?

What’s happening?

Your lantern was quickly fading.

You, unsurprisingly, struggle to get it working again.

You were stuck in the dark, your heart beginning to race faster than before. You hear faint voices��what are those sounds?

In the midst of this, you notice a light emanating from a large tower-like structure in the distance.

“The control room!...”

You could stay put and wait for the lantern to work, or investigate the control room and hopefully find a new light or fix your lantern.

(Writing by @chocxy-prince with some edits by @buckosartthingamabob)

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BESTIARY - SMILERS

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NOTICE

Currently, Device-Omega is honestly a very large project, and so far, I think it would be optimal if I had atleast some other team members, of any kind, for art, brainstorming, writing, anything.

So, of course, if you're interested in helping with this project, feel free to ask at my main blog, @buckosartthingamabob.

discord is most likely optimal for where this would all be stored, but if needed, we can PROBABLY find an alternative.

so yeah

WHAT IS "LOG"/DEVICE-OMEGA?

>AS AN ACCOUNT AND PROJECT RAN BY @buckosartthingamabob, THIS SERIES IS AN ATTEMPT AT TELLING THE STORY OF A SMALL HORROR PROJECT THROUGH JOURNAL LOGS OF A MAIN CHARACTER. ON THEIR JOURNEY, OUR "HERO" WILL SET OUT ON AN ADVENTURE TO ATTEMPT TO PURIFY AND RESTORE THE FEAR-RIDDEN RUINED LANDS THIS STORY TAKES PLACE IN. THEY WILL MEET MANY FACES, SOME FELLOW SURVIVORS, SOME HOSTILE, SOME TWISTED REFLECTIONS OF THE OLD AND NEW. PERHAPS EVEN YOU, WHO IS READING RIGHT NOW, WILL HAVE A SAY IN HOW THE STORY GOES. BUT THAT'S ALL FOR US TO FIND OUT.

ASKBOX IS ALSO OPEN FOR ANY QUESTIONS.

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>Unknown time. I expect this to be a running thing in the factory.

>Unfortunately, this entry dates my first encounter with a monster.

>As I was distracted with the figure on the catwalk, I didn't notice a massive, three-segmented head crawling up behind me. When I finally noticed the heavy breathing behind me and turned around, my first instinct was to just run.

>The creature seemed to be limited to the catwalk. It never tried to take any stray moves or little shortcuts off of it. The creature also seemed to have an absurdly long neck, as it seemed it's weird, folded open face was connected to an infinitely long neck, as if it was a snake, but I could hear the rush of footsteps behind me.

>Eventually, after what I estimate was at least 15 minutes straight of running, I was cornered. I still had the energy to run yet further, by some miracle, but that was rendered useless due to there being nowhere to go entirely. This is when the creature exhibited it's most curious behavior: It extended an entire, goopy, pitch-black appendage out of its mouth that had a big, sinister smile on it. I tried backing up more without even realizing, presumably just out of fear, but I then noticed- There was a door behind me! >I immediately opened the door and rushed inside. The strange creature attempted to break down the door for a bit, but then realized it wasn't worth the trouble, I presume, and left.

>After looking around then, after that, I noticed I was in the control room. I could turn on the all lights in this part of the facility! And so, I pulled the lever, but unfortunately I ignored the idea of the quality of the lights themselves. They were dim, flickery, and hardly produced any defense against the ever-growing darkness.

>Anyways, besides that, tomorrow i will attempt to make a page of drawings and notes on the strange creature that chased me.

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>Unknown time

>After ultimately deciding to take a route through the vents into the complex, I found myself sitting on a catwalk suspended above large units of heavy, clanking machinery. Other tracts of catwalk extended for most likely miles down in other directions. I could swear I could hear some kind of scream in the distance, but I presumed it was probably the wailing of some poorly-oiled machinery.

>However, though, on another set of catwalk...

>I was able to make out a faint figure. They just stood there, staring at me. I felt strangely compelled to make a sketch of the character, so I did.

>When I looked up, though, after finishing the drawing. the figure was gone. I'll have to keep an eye out for them while traveling these corridors.

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DISC 2 - 1

NOTE: EVERY POST WITH THE TITLE "DISC 2" TAKES PLACE FROM THE FIRST PERSON VIEW OF A NEW CHARACTER SEPARATE FROM THE MAIN CHARACTER. EVENTUALLY BOTH STORIES WILL CONVERGE.

Dust cloaks your lungs and grime sticks to your shoes as you walk.

Your eyes struggle to adjust to this unlit wing of the facility.

Compared to this, even the poorly lit other sectors of the facility are bright as day.

Almost instinctively, you take out your lantern.

Better. Not by much, but better.

You continue to walk, but you're quickly stopped in your tracks by a sound.

Practically a scream.

The scream of something organic.

"W-WHAT IS THAT???..."

You just barely keep these words in your throat, struggling not to make a single sound in hopes you don't alert IT.

Hopefully your eyes are just playing tricks on you in these light conditions.

You continue to walk.

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DISC 2 - 1

NOTE: EVERY POST WITH THE TITLE "DISC 2" TAKES PLACE FROM THE FIRST PERSON VIEW OF A NEW CHARACTER SEPARATE FROM THE MAIN CHARACTER. EVENTUALLY BOTH STORIES WILL CONVERGE.

Dust cloaks your lungs and grime sticks to your shoes as you walk.

Your eyes struggle to adjust to this unlit wing of the facility.

Compared to this, even the poorly lit other sectors of the facility are bright as day.

Almost instinctively, you take out your lantern.

Better. Not by much, but better.

You continue to walk, but you're quickly stopped in your tracks by a sound.

Practically a scream.

The scream of something organic.

"W-WHAT IS THAT???..."

You just barely keep these words in your throat, struggling not to make a single sound in hopes you don't alert IT.

Hopefully your eyes are just playing tricks on you in these light conditions.

You continue to walk.

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PAGE 1 - ENTRY 2

>Dusk of the first day, around 7:00.

>I have approached the entrance of the Industrial Complex. interestingly, this place seems to be very much still alive. Glass pipes pumping some strange unknown fluid, the sound of hydraulics, and gears grinding echo around this small valley-like area where the doors are built in. While this is a wild shot, I'd presume this means there's at least some people inhabiting this massive mechanical beast, let alone monsters of any kind. The doors themselves are locked up tight with some kind of code system, so if any monsters do live inside, not attracting their attention with a clumsy and brute-force entrance could be vital to survival. I will return to this journal later when I've made my choice. For now, I will set up bedding and get some rest.

>The Door

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>11:00 (Roughly?)

>As per usual, another bleak morning. I've decided to open this journal to have some sort of outlet for my distress in this crumbling world, but also to track my progress on a plan I've been hatching for a long time- a plan that if it goes horribly right, could save this world from it's eternally rotting state.

>My plan is to travel across the world, finding inhabitants, attempting to gear up enough and amass enough to storm the castle of King Loudmouth, the tyrant who has ruled over this world for god knows how long. (It's probably been a lot less time than we think, but time really drags here.) I have heard of King Loudmouth only through the occasional survivor who passes through my territory, often with blurred details and inconsistencies. Of everything, though, one thing stays true throughout every report: his deep obsession with instilling fear, his control over the most advanced part of the world that could turn this whole world back around, and a physical feature of his- a massive, wretched smile formed by rows of floating teeth. no wonder they call him "Loudmouth".

>For whom it may concern, despite the fact this is my journal, I have disclosed a crude ink drawing of myself.

>Anyways, this should mark the end of my first entry. I'll shortly be taking my leave and passing through the ancient, ruined industrial complex not so far from here. According to my maps, It'll chop at least a few days off my journey.

>End of log

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WHAT IS "LOG"/DEVICE-OMEGA?

>AS AN ACCOUNT AND PROJECT RAN BY @buckosartthingamabob, THIS SERIES IS AN ATTEMPT AT TELLING THE STORY OF A SMALL HORROR PROJECT THROUGH JOURNAL LOGS OF A MAIN CHARACTER. ON THEIR JOURNEY, OUR "HERO" WILL SET OUT ON AN ADVENTURE TO ATTEMPT TO PURIFY AND RESTORE THE FEAR-RIDDEN RUINED LANDS THIS STORY TAKES PLACE IN. THEY WILL MEET MANY FACES, SOME FELLOW SURVIVORS, SOME HOSTILE, SOME TWISTED REFLECTIONS OF THE OLD AND NEW. PERHAPS EVEN YOU, WHO IS READING RIGHT NOW, WILL HAVE A SAY IN HOW THE STORY GOES. BUT THAT'S ALL FOR US TO FIND OUT.

ASKBOX IS ALSO OPEN FOR ANY QUESTIONS.