Legend:The Filth

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Legends Entry # Location
Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see.

TRANSMIT - initiate cephalopod signal - RECEIVE - initiate cuttle-ink frequency - HANDLE WITH CARE - initiate the Chernobyl syntax - AVOID CONTACT WITH SKIN - initiate the eel mucous lexicon - HARMFUL OR FATAL IF SWALLOWED - flip the Ace of Ruin - WITNESS - The Filth.

Entry 1
Ground Zero Flashback, (250,218): During the intro mission Ground Zero, after killing the Filthy Mass, before entering the subway cars to cross the tracks
Initiate investigation protocols - NEW ENGLAND - fog follows an ancient weapon - EGYPT - Dark Water rises and cultists drink deep - TRANSYLVANIA - putrescent radiation breeds creeping fungus - TOKYO - the Black Signal broadcasts blasphemous algorithms, infecting all ears - following the signal... Entry 2
Agartha, (258,221): To the left of the portal to Kaidan.
It creeps in through the crawly cracks of 3 AM. That weird dimension. There are thoughts that can only hatch in the human skull at 3 AM. It is always 3 AM somewhere. It is happening right now. Entry 3
Blue Mountain, (870,590): In the central northern portion of the Moon Bog.
A woman wakes with a headache. She seeks aspirin in the bathroom. Black mold grows thick on the wall tiles. The stain forms a face. She hears a terrible howling from the sink drain. She bends to listen. When she looks up, she does not recognise the reflection in the mirror. The face in the stain smiles. Entry 4
Blue Mountain, (855,636): Near the laptop on the northern edge of the Moon Bog.
Night after night she listens to the howling in the pipes. It gains a curdling cadence. She hums along. She can almost sing the words. She scratches the pimples dotting her body. They swell to boils. They burst, revealing new eyes. The eyes show her unutterable truths. Soon, she sticks thumb tacks into her tongue so she can better explain these truths to the weeping children whose beds she hides under.

It is always 3 AM in the Filth. It is liquid 3 AM, black and dripping.

Entry 5
Blue Mountain, (880,475): On an islet in the southern portion of the Moon Bog that is guarded by a Mud Golem.
Initiate diagnostic protocols.

The engines strain. Cleansing efficiency compromised. Engine 45B lost. We've sprung a leak. The centre cannot hold. Corrupted Anima spills. Vermiculated fractals coagulate to solid geometry. The Filth! The Filth! It transmits!

Entry 6
Scorched Desert, (311,805): Found within the Filth-choked Orochi dig in The Ankh chasm.
It is like us. A flowing message. Crawling letters. A living meme. It is not us. It is anti-us, anti-luminosity that crucifies sentience. It trickles down hundreds of dimensions on alien gravity. You cannot even see most of it, sweetling. How will you escape? How do you hobble through this world on three tiny dimensions? It flows across time, a disease floating on Quantum Foam. Entry 7
Besieged Farmlands, (860,145): In a cave in the Valley of the Wolf.
Sumerians called it the Eater. In Babylon they named it Nergal's Rot. Dead tongues dubbed it the Devouring Plague, the Zero Point Pathogen, the Dark Homunculus, the Blackworm Jism. Entry 8
City of the Sun God, (340,915): In the center of the filthy pond north of The Rebirth.
Information is a super-weird substance, sometimes floating as oil, sometimes vapour, invisible waves, pollution, roiling black storms, a viral rhyme. Entry 9
Shadowy Forest, (810,460): In the a filthy fungal lake on the edge of Mirewood below the Draculesti Graveyard
It is the harbinger of change - the sizzling, celestial syphilis. The flesh mutates. The mind boils to bilious madness. All lucid thoughts to slay. All sweetlings are fair game to the drip. But the Filth pours, as dark dreams, directly in the heads of the insane and sadistic. Entry 10
Carpathian Fangs, (330,605): In a filthy tunnel underneath the Power Plant.
Following the signal...

Somewhere, a trucker reads alien letters carved into the bathroom stall walls of a truck stop. He cannot look away. Pathogens in the grammar open an event horizon in his head. He spreads the scrawl in every stop on his route, carving it into the stalls. he itches and he scratches. Others see the letters. They itch. They scratch. He scratches his face, draws the runes in red with his box knife. His head blossoms into a bouquet of writhing lampreys.

Entry 11
Kingsmouth, (390,135): Behind the counter in Susie's Diner.
But the Filth is only the transmitted, not the transmitter - the excremental shadow of something else. What dreamt it? What stirs and sputters and lurks, as big as planets, in the infinite shade between cancer cells?

Have you seen them, sweetling? Have they noticed you noticing them? Once you see the hungry sky, it sees you. All futures point to a stratosphere of tentacles.

Entry 12
Savage Coast, (865,570): Southeastern alcove in The Overlooked.


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