Fallen 0.2 Aksis said we would be gods. He said we would be strong and alight with glimmer and l~ENHANCE-ENHANCE-REPLICATE~ impossible. They dig into my heart, my arms. They snatch and burn and sing with hate. Why am I weak? SIVA-MEM-???470 Fallen 0.3 Another Dreg dies from his wounds. The Servitor~ENHANCE-ENHANCE-REPLICATE~ drowns me. My hands can no longer hold my blades. They are stiff and black, like ~ENHANCE-ENHANCE-REPLICATE~ muttering amongst themselves about something. I think they are afraid of it. SIVA-MEM-???483 Fallen 0.5 I returned to the Keep with my crew. Reassigned to border watch now that the Ghouls are ~CONSUME-ENHANCE-REPLICATE~ and they seem to be interested in the Site. I keep a close eye on the crew. I've heard of the Mites~CONSUME-ENHANCE-REPLICATE~ scares me, but I can't have the crew hearing about that. SIVA-MEM-???507 Fallen 0.8 Our Servitor, Sepiks-16, spoke to me. it said it wanted to eat me, but hadn't the mouth to do it. It said it was hungry for flesh and matter, and ~ENHANCE-ENHANCE-REPLICATE~ consumes it. If our Eyes go mad, are we not blind? What will we do? SIVA-MEM-???524 Fallen 1.0 Am I dead? The mites hurt. They burn, digging into me like hellish sand. They eat and eat, and want more and more metal and scrap for ~CONSUME-ENHANCE-REPLICATE~ some mad plan. I can barely walk, because the mites do it for me. I cannot shoot, but the mites do it for me. I fear I cannot speak, I have not tried recently. Aksor said we would be gods. I do not feel like a god. SIVA-MEM-??563