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We dreamed of creating the world's strongest Pokémon... And we succeeded.

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By the time the fiting was over, Peter Saint John and Zenith were dead. The Loygor made me look at them. I was an old man then but now they have made me a little boy. It was sad to see Zenith and Peter Sant John dead. I liked Peter Sant John the best of all the superhumans I made. The Loygor didn't seem to care. They could turn into any shape and they turned into things like big giant birds. They could turn anything into anything else just by thinking about it. I used to know what that was called but I can't remember very well. I am tired all the time. They just looked at the world and it kept changing. I felt very sick. First there was a hole city made of Lego. Then it changed into glass that was full of peoples insides. Then they took all the dead bodies of the people they killed and made them like rubber or wax and soon they turned them into new people. The people outside now have got hands instead of heads. I'm scared to look out the window and I wish someone would come and get me. I want to go away. I don't think anyone will come now. The Loygor make new things all the time. To them, the world is like plastasene and they get bored with it one way. Sometimes the sea comes outside my window and its all jobbies or sometimes its gold. They kan do anythin now and I think they are bord with the earth. I don't know what they will do neks. I can't be bothered thinkin or ritin eny mor. I kep thinkin sumone will hit me if I stop but I don't know hoo. I think its time to stop no. I dont car if they hit me I cant writ any more I am to tired I better ly down
—Extracts from "Seizing The Fire," by Dr Michael Peyne, (unpublished) Zenith

On this Sunstone you will find a full historical record of Krypton, all of my research, and the truth about what happened to— Who's there? I gave explicit instructions that— You! How did you get in here?! What are you doing?! Stop! You can't—
Zor-Els last recorded message before getting shot, Last Daughter Of Krypton

    Fan Works 
Within seconds, she was in outer space. Her course was set to intercept that of a massive United Planets patrol ship.
A message was shortly received at the headquarters of the United Planets. It was the last one they would get from that particular starship.
The message stated that their craft was being destroyed by an unarmed woman. It was cut off before the end.

    Film - Live-Action 
I just find it surprising, that after so much effort the final act of our existence should be suicide. So why build this archive? It's a cautionary tale. Not for us. It's too late for us. But for, well, for whoever, whatever, eventually finds this recording.
The Archivist of the Future, The Age of Stupid

Libera te...tutemet...ex inferis... Translation 
Captain Kilpack, Event Horizon

King Arthur: What does [the inscription] say, Brother Maynard?
Brother Maynard: It reads, "Here may be found the last words of Joseph of Aramathia. He who is valiant and pure of spirit may find the Holy Grail in the Castle of... Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh..."
King Arthur: What?
Brother Maynard: "The Castle of... Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh."
Sir Bedevere: What is that?
Brother Maynard: He must have died while carving it.
Sir Lancelot: Oh come on!
Brother Maynard: Well, that's what it says!
King Arthur: Look, if he was dying, he wouldn't have bothered to carve "Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh" into the rock, he'd just say it!
Sir Galahad: Maybe he was dictating it?
King Arthur: Oh shut up!

I was wrong. We were so wrong.
Dr Elizabeth Shaw, Prometheus TV spot

I'm going to hide this tape when I'm finished. If none of us make it, at least there'll be some kind of record. The storm's been hitting us hard now for... 48 hours.. We still have nothing to go on. One other thing: I think it rips through your clothes when it takes you over... Windows found some shredded longjohns but the nametag was missing.. They could be anybody's.. Nobody... nobody trusts anybody now, and we're all very tired... there's nothing more I can do, just wait... R.J.MacReady, helicopter pilot, US outpost 31.
R.J.MacReady, The Thing (1982)

The war between the East and West which is now in it's three hundred and twenty-sixth year, has at last come to an end. There is nothing left to fight with, and few of us left to fight. The atmosphere has become so polluted with deadly germs, that it can no longer be breathed. There is no place on this planet that is immune. The last surviving factory for the manufacturing of oxygen has been destroyed. Stockpiles are rapidly diminishing. And when they are gone, (voice gets slower and deeper as ring slows) we must die.
My name is of no consequence. The important thing you should know, is that I am the last who remembers how each of us, man and woman made his own decision. Some chose to take refuge in the great caverns, and find a new way of life far below the earth's surface. The rest of us decided to take our chances in the sunlight. (voice gets slower and deeper as rings slows) Small as those chances might be.
The Talking Rings, The Time Machine (1960)

"This thing on? Hey, Miss Potts, Pep. If you find this recording…don’t post it on social media. It’s going to be a real tearjerker. I don’t know if you’re ever going to see these. I don’t even know if you’re still…oh, God, I hope so. Today is day 21, uh, 22. You know, if it wasn’t for the existensial terror of staring into the literal void of space, I’d say, I’m feeling more better today. The infection’s run its course, thanks to the blue meanie back there. You’d love her. Very practical. Only a tiny bit sadistic. Some fuel cells were cracked during battle, but we figured out a way to reverse the ion charge to buy ourselves about 48 hours of playtime. But it’s now dead in the water. We’re a thousand lightyears from the nearest 7-11. Oxygen will run out tomorrow morning, and that’ll be it. And, Pep, I know I said no more surprises, but I got to say I was really hoping to pull off one last one. But it looks like, well, you know what it looks like. Don’t feel bad about this. I mean actually if you grovel for a couple weeks, and then move on with enormous guilt. I should probably lie down. I’m going to rest my eyes. Please know when I drift off, it’ll be like every night. I’m fine, totally fine. I’ll dream about you…because it’s always you."
Tony Stark, Avengers: Endgame

The end is near. I hear a noise at the door, as of some immense slippery body lumbering against it. It shall not find me. God, that hand! The window! The window!

They are breaking through! Smoke is pouring from the corners of the wall. Their tongues—ahhhhh—

The thing's hollow — it goes on forever — and — oh my God — it's full of stars!
Dave Bowman, 2001: A Space Odyssey

I've only two requests to make, Doctor. When the taxonomists classify this creature, I hope they'll name it after me.
And - when the next ship comes home - ask them to take our bones back to China.
Jupiter will be cutting us off in a few minutes. I wish I knew whether anyone was receiving me. Anyway, I'll repeat this message when we're in line of sight again - if my suit's life-support system lasts that long.
This is Professor Chang on Europa, reporting the destruction of spaceship Tsien. We landed beside the Grand Canal and set up our pumps at the edge of the ice-

[...] we rescued Balin's body [...] we have barred the gates but doubt if [...] can hold them long. If there is [...] no escape it will be a horrible fate to suffer [...] We cannot get out. We cannot get out. They have taken the bridge and Second Hall... fell there bravely while the rest retr [...] Mazarbul. We still ho[...]g ... but hope u[...]n[...] Óin's party went five days ago but today only four returned. The pool is up to the wall at West-gate... we cannot get out. The end comes soon. We hear drums, drums in the deep. They are coming
The Lord of the Rings, final entry in the Book of Mazarbul

Wights all around us, he wrote, when he heard the shouts from the north face. Coming up from north and south at once. Spears and swords don't stop them, only fire. ...He wrote faster, note after note. Dead wildlings, and a giant, or maybe a bear, on us, all around. He heard the crash of steel on wood, which could only mean one thing. Wights over the ringwall. Fighting inside the camp. A dozen mounted brothers pounded past him toward the east wall, burning brands streaming flames in each rider's hand. Lord Commander Mormont is meeting them with fire.
We've won.
We're winning.
We're holding our own.
We're cutting our way free and retreating for the Wall.
We're trapped on the Fist, hard pressed.

One of the Shadow Tower men came staggering out of the darkness to fall at Sam's feet. He crawled within a foot of the fire before he died.
Lost, Sam wrote, the battle's lost. We're all lost.
A Storm Of Swords, Chapter 18

Dreaming about my father. When he was drunk he lost all his English. Not that he had anything worth saying anyway. Fucking dipstick. I was so glad to get out of your house Daddy you fucking greaseball dipstick nothing cipher zilcho zero. I knew I'd made it. I walked away from you, didn't I? I walked on my hands.
But there's nothing left for them to cut off. Yesterday I took my earlobes
left hand washes the right don't let your left hand know what your right hands doing one potato two potato three potato four we got a refrigerator with a store-more door hahaha.
Who cares, this hand or that. good food good meat good God let's eat.
lady fingers they taste just like lady fingers
— last entry in the diary of Richard Pine, "Survivor Type", Stephen King

Bobby when he came here tonight cryeen and I sed Bobby I luv you Bobby sed Ime sorry Bowwow Ime sorry I made the hole world ful of foals and dumbbels and I sed better fouls and bells than a big black sinder in spaz and he cryed and I cryed Bobby I luv you and he sed will you give me a shot of the spacial wadder and I sed yez and he said wil you ride it down and I sed yez an I think I did but I cant reely remember I see wurds but dont no what they mean
I have a Bobby his nayme is bruther and I theen I an dun riding and I have a bocks to put this into thats Bobby sd full of quiyet air to last a milyun yrz so gudboy gudboy everybrother, Im goin to stob gudboy bobby i love you it wuz not yor falt i love you forgivyu
love yu
sined (for the wurld),
[childish scrawl]
Bow Wow Fornoy
Howard Fornoy, "The End of the Whole Mess", Stephen King

I think someone is below. I don't know who it is, but I'm afraid. No one should be out here but me. I'm going to stash my journal just in case. Maybe I can hide.
— Last entry of Katherine Heaton, Virals

"I cannot fight him any longer. I can't leave much. Just these few images, given to you. Whoever you are."
The Almighty, to Dalinar Kholin, The Stormlight Archive

I can't see his eyes. He draws in scribbles. Nothing he does keeps it shape. The chalklings are distorted, and there seem to be hundreds of them. I destroy them, and they return to life. I block them, and they dig through. I scream for help, but nobody comes.
He just stands there, watching with those dark, unseen eyes of his. The chalklings aren't like any I've seen. They writhe and contort, never keeping a single shape.
I can't fight them.
Tell my father I'm sorry for being such a bad son. I love him. I really do.
Charles Calloway, third victim of the Scribbler, The Rithmatist

I have closed the shutters and barricaded the doors. There is food here, and water. The sky is darkening, and it will not be light again. There are noises from upstairs and from the grounds. I have closed the door to Lionel Maulding's secret study. From behind it, I can hear the splintering of reality, like ice cracking on a frozen lake.
It is the coming of the Not-God.
I have three bullets.
Two more dead this week: one torn apart by a large, unseen predator, one dead from a poison plant. This later death distresses me the most: according to all our analysis, the plant should have been edible, even nutritious. And yet it was deadly. At least the poison was fast-acting. I will have to remember it if... in case our situation becomes untenable. I have sent out a broad-spectrum distress signal. Soon we will have to eat the native plants and hunt animals for our own food. Only five of us remain. But we have been highly-trained. I have every confidence we can survive.

    Live-Action TV 
Ten minutes have passed since I partook of the "elixir of life." Feeling groggy... Oh God, No! All seems to fade, darkness comes and anal leakage. Oh, shit! My bollocks have exploded! Hope fades, this is the... [The reader notes that the pen seems to have slid off the page.]
— The last entry in Great-Uncle Peregrine's Journal, Bottom Live: Weapons Grade Y-Fronts, Act I

If you've come aboard this ship... you're dead men! Don't go back to your own ship. You have one chance. Get down there. Get down there fast. Captain Tracey is... (screams and falls from view)
— Final entry by the Chief Medical Officer of the U.S.S. Exeter, Star Trek "The Omega Glory"

"That's dedication. The man's life is about to end, but he won't stop taking readings."
Chakotay, Star Trek: Voyager

Major Tom:
Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles,
I'm feeling very still,
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go.
Tell my wife I love her very much.
Ground Control:
She knows!
Ground Control to Major Tom,
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong!
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you...
Major Tom:
Here am I, floating 'round my tin can
Far above the moon.
Planet Earth is blue, and there's nothing I can do.

The ship pulled in without a sound
The faithful captain long since cold
He kept his log till the bloody end
Last entry read: "Rats in the hold
My crew is dead, I fear the plague"

    Tabletop Games 
We cannot live through this. Mankind cannot live through this. In a single day they have covered this planet with a flood of living blades and needle-fanged mouths. Kill one, and ten take its place. If they are truly without number, then our race is doomed to a violent death before every shred of our civilization is scoured away by a force more voracious than the fires of hell themselves. Death! By the Machine God, Death is here!
— Last writings of Magos Varnak describing the Tyranids, Warhammer 40,000

There is little else to tell, for we fled through the Sylvanian woods and we were taken one by one by the pursuers the Count sent after us: walking corpses, huge, blood-sucking bats and great undead wolves. Now all my men are dead or worse, and only I remain, mortally wounded. There is no doubt in my mind that the dread Vampire has returned to his abode and even now he prepares his armies to wreak a terrible revenge on the Old World. I will tie this scroll the the collar of my last warhound, Stein, and hope that it somehow reaches the capital. I urge your Holiness to alert His Majesty the Emperor of the danger. If I am right, we are all in dire peril, and it will only be a mater of time before the armies of the vile undead strike west against Stirland and Ostland, as they did three hundred years ago.
My Lord von Carstein, we recovered this letter before it could reach the safety of Stirland. I felt that your Lordship would find it amusing.
Gunther Stalberg (with annotations from an unnamed servant of the Count), Warhammer: Vampire Counts Army Book (6th)

    Video Games 
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Alter A.I.L.A., Orbital Prison 3 Note

Third Entry
I will never be lonely again. The Knights Aberrant watch over me. They will never leave. Never ever ever leave.
Fourth Entry
They watch me. They watch over me. They watch me. They watch over me. They watch me. They watch me. They watch me.
Terry Cotter's Final Diary, Fable II

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— Diary of Vault 92 resident Zoe Hammerstein, final entry, Fallout 3

Hello, hello? Hey! Hey, wow. Day 4. I knew you could do it. Uh, hey, listen, I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow. (Banging sound) It's-It's been a bad night here for me. Um, I-I'm kinda glad that I recorded my messages for you... (Clears throat) Uh, when I did. Uh, hey, do me a favor. (Bang bang) Maybe sometime, uh, you could check inside those suits in the back room? (Bang Bang) I'm gonna to try to hold out until someone checks. Maybe it won’t be so bad. (Bang bang) Uh, I always wondered what was in all those empty heads back there. ("La Toredor March" from Bizet's "Carmen plays). You know...(moan) Oh, no... (noises followed by an animatronic screech and static)
Phone Guy during Night 4 recording, Five Nights at Freddy's

If someone is reading this...I must have failed.
This star NAJU was our home
but we were invaded by evil life-forms.
Everyone except me was killed.
I am going to try to activate the self-destruct device.
If I fail, I would like you to do this task so this cannot
happen to any other race.

...alled Reapers. Cannot be stopped. Cannot be stopped.
— Data fragment of Prothean origin found on Ilos, Mass Effect

If you are reading this... get the hell outta this place! Now!

If you're hearing this... then there is still hope. Hope that you can avoid the same mistakes we made. We fought the Reapers, but we failed to stop them. We did everything we could. We built the Crucible, but it didn't work. We fought as a united galaxy, but it wasn't enough. I only hope the information in this capsule is enough to help you before it's too late. My name is Dr. Liara T'Soni. Herein lies the recounting of our war with the Reapers.
Mass Effect 3, Refusal ending

I hear. Them. Everywhere. They're coming. Can't sleep. Ever. They'll eat me. Eat.
— Personal log of PFC G. Haley, Galactic Federation Marine Corps, Metroid Prime 2: Echoes

I am Elysian, descendant of both the Chozo and the First. I am facing the last moments of my life and transferring my memory to the data pod.
Metroid Prime 3: Corruption, from lore on Elysia

Data log entry 2467.3. This will be the last communication of the G.F.S Valhalla.
Our efforts to repel the Space Pirate boarding force have failed. They have successfully removed the primary mounting structure around our stasis tank. It is obvious now that they intend to extract us from the Valhalla.
It is vital that the Federation receive this transmission.
...Severing main power...
A large bioform is creating a wormhole.
...Implant into...
Sentient planet which is the source of all Phazon.
...Darkness coming.
Aurora Unit 313, Metroid Prime 3: Corruption

May 16, 1998
Rumors going around that a researcher who tried to escape the estate last night was shot. My entire body feels hot and itchy and I'm sweating all the time now. I scratched the swelling on my arm and a piece of rotten flesh dropped off. What the hell's happening to me?

May 19, 1998
Fever gone but itchy. Today hungry and eat doggy food.

May 21 1998
Itchy itchy Scott came ugly face so killed him. Tasty.

4 / / Itchy. Tasty.
—Keeper's Diary, Resident Evil

Mary had a little lamb
Little lamb, little lamb
Mary had a little lamb
Whose fleece was white as snow

"Day 7... Okay, I did find one audio log that was mildly amusing. A woman trapped on this ship left an audio log about some papers she had left in an alien cabinet, and she told me the code was 776. That was kinda cool because I didn't know the code before that. Though when I opened the cabinet, there was only some kinda power-up I didn't really need."
"Success! I found something that looks to be food! It's some sore of green, florescent goo, I-I'm gonna have to try and eat some... It's not too bad. It's tangy and nutty, would probably go well with a... I... Wha-What's happening to me?! What's it..." [Speaking German]
Alien Conspiracy Hobo, South Park: The Stick of Truth

This is deputy Jerry Hoobs, and I´m leaving this record in case I don´t survive. Sheriff Rockwood's gone insane, and i couldn't reason with him. I barely escaped the station. The problem is it's too widespread to escape on foot. Nobody here is set to travel, so I´m gonna search for help. But I think it´s a little, too late...
The military has come in, but not to help. I found a CEO, and before he died he told me that the Pentagon had authorised the assured "Scorched Earth Policy." This is it man. It´s Armageddon. Shit man, I'm gonna save my own ass! Damn the Valley!

""Three lunari gone now, since it all began. Perhaps I am the only one now who looks upon Lunaris, who remembers her name. Soon, I will be gone and the moon will go on, alone. My husband has returned, and he hunts for me. My dead husband hunts me. Corin too, and my uncle. Corpses rise and walk and feed. My girls, they walk now...and feed. God has forsaken us. Lunaris is my witness. Tonight, I return to my family."
Tani's etchings, Path of Exile, one of the many Apocalyptic Logs found throughout the game

Day 13: Some VIPs left the Clubhouse in a small group today. The door was unlocked for them. I don't know if they were making a run for it, or if they were going out to scout for problems. It doesn't matter. Nobody who gets out comes back.
Day 14: Somebody has been cutting meat off Shoji's body. I didn't see who it was and I don't want to know. I am so hungry now - I can't blame them for being hungry.
Day 15: I decided today that I am going out with the next group. There's nothing left for me here. Better to die in the open air. If I don't make it, this will be the last thing I ever write.
—"Torn Pages," The Secret World

September 28
Let him try to weasel out of this one! I SAW him writing those LIES!!! Reassign me, will he? "Off my Joy", am I? I'm bloody well tripling up and he KNOWS IT!!!
October 6
Diary of Theodore Miner, We Happy Few

And lo, vile beasts did rise,
Leaving naught in their wake but blood and ash.
Thus did the first doom befall us.
It would not, however, prove the last.
For soon did the sun bend low, scorching earth and boiling seas.
Thus did the second doom break us.
Yet it was neither claw nor flame, but our very sins—
Stacked to the heavens where they took root, corrupting its halls—
Thus did the third doom undo us.
—Area names in Amaurot, Final Fantasy XIV

"Oh, my beloved Judd... It seems the day has finally come. This capsule is designed to remain cryogenically sealed for 10,000 years. Good-bye, my purrfect little kitty cat. May your meows echo through the ages."
Sunken Scroll 27, Splatoon

"Oh, Judd. When your capsule opens in the future, you may find yourself alone. Should that be the case, I ask you to re-energize the capsule once again. Oh, dearest Judd, I only hope that you can forgive me for all I've put you through."
Sunken Scroll 27, Splatoon 2

    Web Original 
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Final AP Bulletins, 1983: Doomsday

I know it's early in the morning, I've stayed up all night, I can't sleep, I don't care if people see this, that's not the point, I just want the word to get spread so I don't suffer for nothing. I've lost the will to type about this, the less I dwell on this the better, I think the video just speaks for itself. [...] I don't want to play anymore. I feel like something bad will happen if I don't, but that's impossible, it's a video game - haunted or not it can't hurt me, right? Like seriously though, it can't, right? That's what I keep telling myself, but every time I think about it I'm not so sure.
Jadusable, Ben Drowned (Arc 1, Chapter 3: "DROWNED.wmv")

8th Felsislte, 1064
All burn. Children burn fastest. Less fat. Locked lot crazy nobles in statue garden. Won't move until they all stop moving. And burning. Some escaped. Still burning. All burn.
The very stones themselves are burning. Nothing can stand in the heat.
The fires have claimed all of the second hall. There are only five of us left, and Unib Berog walks back and forth, carrying objects uselessly, not understanding anything.
The tales are true... adamantium is cursed. We did naught but uncover the vein, and doom befell us.
Cerol Likotag told me he had to "fill the pool" and wandered into the fires. Poor creature.
Berog declared that he wants new Bonobo leather trousers.
The Chronicles of Boatmurdered

3rd Malachite, 1064
Rakust Ulterolin went mad and slaughtered two dwarves, then wandered to the flames.
I am now the last one. I saw a child, feral and and crazy, lurking in the bonehoard. She looked happy enough, so I left her alone.
I will leave, cut my beard and seek my death somewhere else. There is nothing for me here. The child will now be the ruler of Boatmurdered.
The Chronicles of Boatmurdered

Dead explorers leave the best mementos. If it's not supplies you get a long, detailed log of what happened.

Seth... is gone. I don't remember what happened. We were the only two left... and I left him. Brian is gone. Tim... Jay... and Sarah... everyone... is gone. I just woke up in this house with the tape. Seth's camera is gone. All I can remember from the night is right here. All I can remember at all is on the tape now. I'm leaving this house. I thought I would be safer here, by running away... but everything's just gotten worse. I'm going back to my home, and I'm burning these tapes. All of them.
Alex Kralie, Marble Hornets Entry 22

Item #: Pending
Object Class: Keter. God help you.
Special Containment Procedures: You're going to die, you poor dumb fuck.
This isn't a threat. I'm Agent Barclay. I'm in the middle of this goddamned thing, and I'm telling you, if you're here? You're going to die. I'm probably already dead.
— A note found in SCP-1983, SCP Foundation

God, this kid fucking brought along a goddamn audio-recording box? It's the fucking Apocalypse and this dude's just like, "I gotta write my fucking memoir!"
Tomato Gaming on Singularity

Biovessel exploration date @I*/#*388
An interesting characteristic of the Mortizonal vermifauna are the physiological configurations they may assimilate from the fading concept-core of their food source. Anything encountered, believed, or considered by a biovessel during its functional period may influence the form, function, and behavior of worm scavengers as they tunnel in and out of the vessel's residual layers. Unfamiliar as I am with the functional history of Inert sub-concept vessel MG-0908-BN/SK/HL-3900438093990, I can hardly begin to guess the significance of the vermiform which as of this writing has masticated, digested, and excreted nearly 32% of my own corporeal shell.
— A note found by Ms. Green written by 'J.B.E 07683' in Awful Hospital

    Real Life 
So that notable deeds should not perish with time, and be lost from the memory of future generations, I, seeing these many ills, and the whole world encompassed by evil, waiting among the dead for death to come, have committed to writing what I have truly heard and examined; and so that the writing does not perish with the writer, or the work fail with the workman, I leave parchment for continuing the work, in case anyone should still be alive in the future and any son of Adam can escape this pestilence and continue the work thus begun.
Brother John Clyn, Irish historian at the time of the Black Plague.

I am writing blindly.
Captain-Lieutenant Dimitri Kolesnikov, officer aboard the Russian submarine Kursk.


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