A few minutes later,a young woman
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Sarah: "I suppose that would make sense. I think I can skip a lot of the frivolous stuff, but basically, I was on a research station that had some...issues, let's say, and I had to evacuate to the planet below. After a few days, I figured that the buzzing in the back of my head was left over from the station's destruction, something that could be looked into once I got back to civilization. Some left over psycho-whatever you'd want to call it, but things at night were just getting bad. Strange dreams, images that no human should know, all vaguely floating around in my head."
She sighed, then continued.
"I didn't realize that whatever they had been researching up in orbit had made it down with me until I woke up standing next to the damn thing. The forest around it had been warped, twisted into whatever image of reality that it supposed passed for reality. The next few weeks after that were hard, staying awake, barely eating, the crew that finally found me were surprised I had made it, but said I would survive. I left without telling them what was down there. That thing doesn't deserve to know the light of day again, and no man deserves that sort of knowledge. Thought I had put it behind me forever, you know? Three weeks later I woke up to it again. My room was the same as that forest; black, corroded, looked like it was disused for decades while I had been asleep. It was left behind, but that thing's influence came with me. I've been doing my best ever since, but I don't get hungry, I barely sleep, and I can hear it in those quiet moments when no one's around. Sometimes I wake up with more eyes than I went to sleep with. Does any of this make any sense to you?"
edited 18th Aug '16 8:34:24 PM by ImmortalFaust
[forum cryptid: it/it's]Hastur nods as he listens, then tilts his head quizzically.
(@Sarah) Hastur: I'd actually ask you to drop all these "unspeakable revelations" idioms if you are asking someone like me to help you, were they not natural protective mechanisms for your sanity. On topic now. I'd say that you've had an unfortunate contact with The Colour out of Space, but it doesn't usually coalesce in such amount to cause planetary-wide disturbance. But your symptoms all point at being contaminated by TCooS, unfortunately. Although please tell me. Was that abomination you've encountered, judging by those fragments of memories you can assemble, living or not? Possibly, well, it was something - or someone - dormant?
edited 18th Aug '16 8:44:29 PM by TheRiddleOfCards
Sarah: "You might be able to understand it all but I'm still human...I think. Bear with me, I'm new to all of this!"
"The thing we were experimenting with, the other researchers didn't like it. I did some dodgy things, but it was an artifact, that's all we could tell. I don't know what it was created for, but I can tell you that I hear voices. I think they're trying to atone for something. The walls in my room sometimes look like brick, mortar, and the insides of people, and I'm not always myself. I think there were people in that thing. Thank God I don't know why."
[forum cryptid: it/it's]The King In Yellow seems lost deep in thought, then looks at Sarah and opens his eyes. They're golden-yellow, and irises have weird geometric shapes.
(@Sarah) Hastur: Hmm. I think that I might do something about that. But I need time. My memories are disassembled and tattered, and all of my knowledge is torn into bits as well. Let us meet here tomorrow. I should be able to tell you more.
-Six, being a person accustomed to working with power armor, knows a suit of MJOLNIR when he hears one-
-If one were to try and ascribe emotions to him it's almost like he... perks up?-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."-there is a VERY ornate set of black and gold armor stomping around out there
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-Hammer not included-
-It looks lost-

Sarah: "Give me a second..."
The sounds of tapping can be heard....
"Be there in a few minutes. Look for the purple hair."
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