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OPERATION: S.Man Reverval Attempt #23
ACTIVE AGENTS: Agent Bigfoot-187, Agent Kraken
RECOVERED RELICS: Video Footage, Biomatter
REPORT:
On the 24th of #### ####, Agent B187 was assigned to Washington with the object of observation and possible retrieval of Entity S.Man. Operator Kraken was B187’s support.
B187 was issued with the current standard equipment for S.Man retrieval, a level 4 defence package, $500,000 in cash, 10 video cameras and 5 audio recorders. After assessing the evidence provided by Agent B187, this has been deemed inadequate and the standard will be upgraded within the next year.
B187 seems to have spent most of his mission time within the forward base he established. Clean up crews found the base in a state of disrepair, cryptic writings covered the walls in what appears to be animal blood. Drawings of what seems to be the entity in question also cover the walls of the base. This is standard behaviour for an individual under S.Mans’ influences, it is theorised that these drawings and ramblings are the product of an insane mind attempting to break free of the hold the entity has over it.
Upon review of the video footage, combined with the report emails and evidence we have received, we are able to piece together a picture of what occurred in the months B187 was in WI.
Within the first two months, B187 seems to have been progressing in his objective perfectly. He had interviewed several of the nearby town’s people, and established himself as a trusted member of the community. At some point, it is not clear when, B187 found the suspected site of an S.Man attack. Upon investigation B187 discovered what he described as a “feeding area” containing carcasses of both animal and human. Attempts to locate this site have proven ineffective.
It is around this point that B187 found himself to be a target of the entity. In a show of incredible bravery and training, he took this opportunity to record various observations and findings. However this was to be his penultimate communication with ####. B187 did not send or respond to any further attempts at communication.
There are several questions still unanswered concerning B187’s expedition. In the reports, he makes several references to a package containing biological samples of S.Man and the feeding area. However as of yet we have not received such a package. This is most unusual as he expressly states he sent it to one of our sorting offices, in which case we should have received it a day after he mailed it. At this point we are to assume he merely forgot, or was unable to mail it before succumbing to S.Man.
The only other issue is the cameras. Despite multiple references to using the cameras to prove the Malto theory, we are unable to locate the film for the indoor cameras. It is possible B187 destroyed them, or they were otherwise lost in the intervening period between his disappearance, and ####’s intervention.
Unfortunately, without these two incredible relics we have only second hand reports of S.Man and have missed out on an opportunity to massively further our understanding of the entity. However, all is not lost, this excursion has taught us more about how to properly equip agents and what steps to take should a Class 2 or above encounter occurs. With this in mind I am labelling the operation a success.
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I AM TYPING WORDS
And here we are, nearly at the end of the KRAKEN file. I'm not really sure where to go next. I may just get on with the main story and just write it as I go. this was an interesting experiment and one I believe will pay off in the long run, but we shall see.
There is one more update to this story that I'll post in time, then I'll start posting whatever it is I decide to do.
The KRAKEN Emails. pt9
FROM: AUTOMATED_WARNING@####.com
TO: BIGFOOT-187@####.com
SUBJECT: IMMINENT TERMINATION NOTICE
BODY:
This is an Automated Message, Do not reply to this Email as the mailbox is unmonitored.
This is a warning. You have not reported to #### in 6 Days. If you do not report within the next 24 hours, you will be terminated.
TO: BIGFOOT-187@####.com
SUBJECT: IMMINENT TERMINATION NOTICE
BODY:
This is an Automated Message, Do not reply to this Email as the mailbox is unmonitored.
This is a warning. You have not reported to #### in 6 Days. If you do not report within the next 24 hours, you will be terminated.
The KRAKEN Emails. pt8
FROM: KRAKEN@####.com
TO: BIGFOOT-187@####.com
SUBJECT: LEVEL 8 EMERGENCY EVACUATION ORDER
BODY:
Agent
It is of the highest important that you immediately make an official extraction request as soon as you are able. An agent compromised by S.MAN is subject to Article 5.6 of the #### Core Principles act and is subject to immediate debriefing and isolation to ensure survival. You are in extreme danger.
As an aside, #### is very gratified for the incredible amount of information on the entity. Your insights, combined with the results of the tests on actual biological S.MAN matter, your research has furthered our understanding of the entity, beyond any of our expectations.
We are still awaiting the package.
-KRAKEN
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This may have posted twice. Apologies if so.
TO: BIGFOOT-187@####.com
SUBJECT: LEVEL 8 EMERGENCY EVACUATION ORDER
BODY:
Agent
It is of the highest important that you immediately make an official extraction request as soon as you are able. An agent compromised by S.MAN is subject to Article 5.6 of the #### Core Principles act and is subject to immediate debriefing and isolation to ensure survival. You are in extreme danger.
As an aside, #### is very gratified for the incredible amount of information on the entity. Your insights, combined with the results of the tests on actual biological S.MAN matter, your research has furthered our understanding of the entity, beyond any of our expectations.
We are still awaiting the package.
-KRAKEN
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This may have posted twice. Apologies if so.
The KRAKEN Emails. pt7
FROM: BIGFOOT-187@####.com
TO: KRAKEN@####.com
SUBJECT: MORE FINDINGS/THEORIES
BODY:
Kraken,
I regret to report that I am currently a target of S.MAN. I believe the entity identified me as I searched his experimentation area.
It would seem the Malto Theory has proven true. I seem to be safe as long as I stay within this base, the constant camera and audio monitoring appears to have a repulsion effect on S.MAN. I will maintain this position until I am unable to, at which point I will request extraction.
As I am currently a target of the S.MAN I believe I am in a unique position to reveal some interesting findings I have discovered regarding the entity.
To start with, I have noticed the suit appears to be the entities skin, whether this is some sort of camouflage or a evolutionary trait with as yet unseen advantages, I am unsure, the video feed is not sufficiently clear enough to identify the more minute details.
Secondly, the form theory seems to be correct. S.MAN appears to remain perpetually out of sight, however the cameras are able to record him quite well, with the exception of minor video corruption. S.MAN appears to have at least 3 basic forms, at a distance he appears to be invisible, only eventually appearing when within 100 meters of his prey. When he appears, he lacks tentacles and stands around 6 feet tall, without any sort of limb extensions or contortions. Within 50 meters of the base, S.MAN appeared to change, becoming taller, his arms and legs extend and tentacles extend from his back. He appears to be able to move using these.
My rudimentary attempts at defence, using the cameras to aim my shots, have proven ineffectual, thereby proving my theory that directed beam weaponry is just as useless as any other weapon directed toward S.MAN, In future I suggest you upgrade the minimum defence package level to 6. Preferably 7.
This is the extent of the practical evidence I have gathered since becoming trapped within the building. I have drawn several conclusions based on what I know so far.
I believe it quite likely that S.MAN is not of our world. The fact that the world appears to bend around him, as seen from the distortions in video feeds and the method in which he appears to human eyes. I am unsure as to the implications of this, whether the entity is an extraterrestrial or some sort of dimensional break, it is quite obvious it is not any sort of creature we have encountered before.
Before I go I must quickly report that I have yet to experience any of the effects described in the Backmen profile, this may be due to the shielding properties of the Malto effect.
B187
TO: KRAKEN@####.com
SUBJECT: MORE FINDINGS/THEORIES
BODY:
Kraken,
I regret to report that I am currently a target of S.MAN. I believe the entity identified me as I searched his experimentation area.
It would seem the Malto Theory has proven true. I seem to be safe as long as I stay within this base, the constant camera and audio monitoring appears to have a repulsion effect on S.MAN. I will maintain this position until I am unable to, at which point I will request extraction.
As I am currently a target of the S.MAN I believe I am in a unique position to reveal some interesting findings I have discovered regarding the entity.
To start with, I have noticed the suit appears to be the entities skin, whether this is some sort of camouflage or a evolutionary trait with as yet unseen advantages, I am unsure, the video feed is not sufficiently clear enough to identify the more minute details.
Secondly, the form theory seems to be correct. S.MAN appears to remain perpetually out of sight, however the cameras are able to record him quite well, with the exception of minor video corruption. S.MAN appears to have at least 3 basic forms, at a distance he appears to be invisible, only eventually appearing when within 100 meters of his prey. When he appears, he lacks tentacles and stands around 6 feet tall, without any sort of limb extensions or contortions. Within 50 meters of the base, S.MAN appeared to change, becoming taller, his arms and legs extend and tentacles extend from his back. He appears to be able to move using these.
My rudimentary attempts at defence, using the cameras to aim my shots, have proven ineffectual, thereby proving my theory that directed beam weaponry is just as useless as any other weapon directed toward S.MAN, In future I suggest you upgrade the minimum defence package level to 6. Preferably 7.
This is the extent of the practical evidence I have gathered since becoming trapped within the building. I have drawn several conclusions based on what I know so far.
I believe it quite likely that S.MAN is not of our world. The fact that the world appears to bend around him, as seen from the distortions in video feeds and the method in which he appears to human eyes. I am unsure as to the implications of this, whether the entity is an extraterrestrial or some sort of dimensional break, it is quite obvious it is not any sort of creature we have encountered before.
Before I go I must quickly report that I have yet to experience any of the effects described in the Backmen profile, this may be due to the shielding properties of the Malto effect.
B187
The KRAKEN Emails. pt6
FROM: KRAKEN@####.com
TO: BIGFOOT-187@####.com
SUBJECT: FINDINGS
BODY:
Agent,
#### policy requires me to order you to shut down your experiments and return to a more populated area at once. You have not only provided us with incredible physical specimen, but you have also been in secondary contact with the Entity itself. As you well know this is an incredible dangerous situation to be in.
On a more personal level Agent, I believe you have become slightly obsessed with the objective and should return to the nearest #### base as soon as possible. Until you are able I highly suggest you maintain constant camera surveillance of yourself and the surrounding area and immediately cease excursions of this so called Feeding Area
-K
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THIS IS WHERE I SAY THINGS: We're almost done with KRAKEN here, a couple more updates. I will consdense the last two short ones to one big one so that gives us like, 3 updates to go.
You know its odd, I've had a couple blogs in my time, I had a livejournal when I was 14, a Blogspot review page when I was 15-16, a website and a Sheezyart page through out all that time. Every single time I wouldnt have any views at all. But I kept doing things for "them". Like on my livejournal I would set a riddle every single day and the answer the next day with a new riddle. I never got one single comment but I kept that shit up for months.
And now I find myself doing these little cutaways for presumably a gaggle of fans cheering me on, despite me knowing for definate and uneffably that no one reads this god damn thing. I will now say Hello to EVERYONE who MIGHT read this post. Hello Sarah, Hello Keef, Hello Kieran. Am I writing these for them? For myself? In hopes that BEST SELLING AUTHOR AND WINNER OF DOZENS OF AWARDS JAY LAKE will read this? I have no idea. The most bizzare part of this is of course that I mostly use this section to laugh about how no one reads the blaaaaarg.
TO: BIGFOOT-187@####.com
SUBJECT: FINDINGS
BODY:
Agent,
#### policy requires me to order you to shut down your experiments and return to a more populated area at once. You have not only provided us with incredible physical specimen, but you have also been in secondary contact with the Entity itself. As you well know this is an incredible dangerous situation to be in.
On a more personal level Agent, I believe you have become slightly obsessed with the objective and should return to the nearest #### base as soon as possible. Until you are able I highly suggest you maintain constant camera surveillance of yourself and the surrounding area and immediately cease excursions of this so called Feeding Area
-K
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THIS IS WHERE I SAY THINGS: We're almost done with KRAKEN here, a couple more updates. I will consdense the last two short ones to one big one so that gives us like, 3 updates to go.
You know its odd, I've had a couple blogs in my time, I had a livejournal when I was 14, a Blogspot review page when I was 15-16, a website and a Sheezyart page through out all that time. Every single time I wouldnt have any views at all. But I kept doing things for "them". Like on my livejournal I would set a riddle every single day and the answer the next day with a new riddle. I never got one single comment but I kept that shit up for months.
And now I find myself doing these little cutaways for presumably a gaggle of fans cheering me on, despite me knowing for definate and uneffably that no one reads this god damn thing. I will now say Hello to EVERYONE who MIGHT read this post. Hello Sarah, Hello Keef, Hello Kieran. Am I writing these for them? For myself? In hopes that BEST SELLING AUTHOR AND WINNER OF DOZENS OF AWARDS JAY LAKE will read this? I have no idea. The most bizzare part of this is of course that I mostly use this section to laugh about how no one reads the blaaaaarg.
The KRAKEN Emails. pt5
FROM: BIGFOOT187@####.com
TO: KRAKEN@####.com
SUBJECT: FIELD REPORT
BODY:
Kraken,
I have had incredible success in my field research over the past month. I have collected more information in the past month on S.MAN than we have in the past 10 years, as such I will send a more full report at a later date and recount my research here.
I started by asking the local priest about any bizarre disappearances or suicides in the past year, claiming I had read something about it in a magazine. The priest told me of a man that lived a few miles away from the main town, in a cottage closer to the woods, Apparntly the man became introverted and eventually set fire to his house, killing himself in the process. This immediately sounded like typical S.MAN behaviour to me. After acquiring this information I went to the Mans’ home., or rather, its ruins. The home was burned to the ground, leaving only a patch of scorched earth. I investigated the area and took some samples which are on the way to home base via the third mail resending facility.
I found some interesting evidence, nothing very outstanding but various small things that added up to a larger picture, I believe S.MAN may have a nest or habitat near the house. This would provide an exciting and unprecedented look into S.MAN in his original habitat. This may give us the chance to finally answer several of the burning questions regarding S.MAN. With this in mind I returned to my base and retrieved some of the defence package contents before venturing into the forest.
What I found was no less than incredible, After a short walk I stumbled upon what I can only describe as a feeding area. Along with vaguely human remains, I found various animal carcasses and something which I believe could be the very first biological matter directly from S.MAN himself, a shed tentacle. Samples of all of this is also included in the package I have sent. However, the most curious part of this find was not the bodies or the tentacle, but the fact that none of the bodies showed bite marks of any kind. Add this to the fact that we know S.MAN does not seem to have a mouth anywhere and the question of Why he is killing is only amplified.
I would like to take this moment to offer my insight on this question. The evidence I have seen today seems to confirm the theory that S.MAN is experimenting. To what end I am not sure, but what I saw today can only be seen as some rudimentary dissection and autopsy.
In the past month I have visited the site multiple times and have set up a series of discreet monitoring devices, in hopes of catching these experiments in action, so far this has bore no fruit, however I believe S.MAN may simply not have attempted another attack as of yet, or is possibly using a secondary location.
I will include a more in-depth and scientific analysis of the various remains and other findings within the month.
I believe we are on the verge of something incredible here.
B187
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TO: KRAKEN@####.com
SUBJECT: FIELD REPORT
BODY:
Kraken,
I have had incredible success in my field research over the past month. I have collected more information in the past month on S.MAN than we have in the past 10 years, as such I will send a more full report at a later date and recount my research here.
I started by asking the local priest about any bizarre disappearances or suicides in the past year, claiming I had read something about it in a magazine. The priest told me of a man that lived a few miles away from the main town, in a cottage closer to the woods, Apparntly the man became introverted and eventually set fire to his house, killing himself in the process. This immediately sounded like typical S.MAN behaviour to me. After acquiring this information I went to the Mans’ home., or rather, its ruins. The home was burned to the ground, leaving only a patch of scorched earth. I investigated the area and took some samples which are on the way to home base via the third mail resending facility.
I found some interesting evidence, nothing very outstanding but various small things that added up to a larger picture, I believe S.MAN may have a nest or habitat near the house. This would provide an exciting and unprecedented look into S.MAN in his original habitat. This may give us the chance to finally answer several of the burning questions regarding S.MAN. With this in mind I returned to my base and retrieved some of the defence package contents before venturing into the forest.
What I found was no less than incredible, After a short walk I stumbled upon what I can only describe as a feeding area. Along with vaguely human remains, I found various animal carcasses and something which I believe could be the very first biological matter directly from S.MAN himself, a shed tentacle. Samples of all of this is also included in the package I have sent. However, the most curious part of this find was not the bodies or the tentacle, but the fact that none of the bodies showed bite marks of any kind. Add this to the fact that we know S.MAN does not seem to have a mouth anywhere and the question of Why he is killing is only amplified.
I would like to take this moment to offer my insight on this question. The evidence I have seen today seems to confirm the theory that S.MAN is experimenting. To what end I am not sure, but what I saw today can only be seen as some rudimentary dissection and autopsy.
In the past month I have visited the site multiple times and have set up a series of discreet monitoring devices, in hopes of catching these experiments in action, so far this has bore no fruit, however I believe S.MAN may simply not have attempted another attack as of yet, or is possibly using a secondary location.
I will include a more in-depth and scientific analysis of the various remains and other findings within the month.
I believe we are on the verge of something incredible here.
B187
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My Name is Franklin, Intro
My name is Franklin. I am 36 years old and previously enjoyed a happy life with my family in Quebec. I am also alive. The relevance of this statement should become obvious very soon. The following will make very little sense to anyone reading this, but I assure you that all be become clear by the end of my tale.
I must take this moment to implore you to put down this book, walk away, hold you loved ones and continue your life as though you had never heard my name or laid eyes upon this book. Although I suppose if you were able to procure a copy or even the original of this book my mere words are unlikely to deter you. Indeed it is likely you are the one in need of help here.
With that warning out of the way, I will attempt to explain what is within these pages.
I grew up in Quebec, lived most of my life in the Canadian forests and spent a good portion of my younger days simply exploring the country. Exploration was in my blood, it was my being. I have trekked across this entire country and back again and enjoyed every moment of my travels. The irony that it would be one of these adventures that would eventually end in my current predicament is not lost on me.
Several years ago, a friend of mine invited me on a exploration of an old dilapidated building. It was fairly out of the way but nothing special. No bats circling a belfry, nor was it built upon a teetering cliff with lightning striking at opportune times. By all means this was simply an abandoned office block.
This is a practice known as Urbex (meaning Urban Exploration) and something I was very interested in. It is good once and a while to explore the forests and woods that man has made, if only for a sense of scale.
The night will stay in my mind forever, burning constantly within my skull like a branding iron. I have spent most of my days since that night wondering why, why did I go. What would have happened had I replied “no, sorry” rather than leaping feet first into this nightmare.
I digress, such thought is meaningless. The night of the climb (as Jay constantly referred to it_ Jay and I prepped for the exploration, packing supplies and joking about the upcoming excursion. Jay was an experienced urban explorer, having explored and searched through the ruins of our bygone years since before the practice was popular, a master when compared with someone such as myself. I preferred walking through the woods to climbing through air ducts and cramped half destroyed buildings, though I was eager to learn.
The conversations on that night will always stick out to me as completely bizarre, if only because looking back, I was so naive, both Jay and I were so happy, excited and filled with a boyish want to scare ourselves through our own actions. So naive.
Once we reached the site, we found it to be boarded off. Jay took a crowbar to the boards and within moments we were inside. I must say it was not what I expected. I had expected to find some old entrance hall, what I found was genuinely eerie, although rendered trivial by the events of the following years, I remember I asked if we should leave, watching Jay push on into the darkness. I followed.
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BLARGG:
And here it is, the start of My Name is Franklin (working title, Its horrible). Fuck you Keef
I must take this moment to implore you to put down this book, walk away, hold you loved ones and continue your life as though you had never heard my name or laid eyes upon this book. Although I suppose if you were able to procure a copy or even the original of this book my mere words are unlikely to deter you. Indeed it is likely you are the one in need of help here.
With that warning out of the way, I will attempt to explain what is within these pages.
I grew up in Quebec, lived most of my life in the Canadian forests and spent a good portion of my younger days simply exploring the country. Exploration was in my blood, it was my being. I have trekked across this entire country and back again and enjoyed every moment of my travels. The irony that it would be one of these adventures that would eventually end in my current predicament is not lost on me.
Several years ago, a friend of mine invited me on a exploration of an old dilapidated building. It was fairly out of the way but nothing special. No bats circling a belfry, nor was it built upon a teetering cliff with lightning striking at opportune times. By all means this was simply an abandoned office block.
This is a practice known as Urbex (meaning Urban Exploration) and something I was very interested in. It is good once and a while to explore the forests and woods that man has made, if only for a sense of scale.
The night will stay in my mind forever, burning constantly within my skull like a branding iron. I have spent most of my days since that night wondering why, why did I go. What would have happened had I replied “no, sorry” rather than leaping feet first into this nightmare.
I digress, such thought is meaningless. The night of the climb (as Jay constantly referred to it_ Jay and I prepped for the exploration, packing supplies and joking about the upcoming excursion. Jay was an experienced urban explorer, having explored and searched through the ruins of our bygone years since before the practice was popular, a master when compared with someone such as myself. I preferred walking through the woods to climbing through air ducts and cramped half destroyed buildings, though I was eager to learn.
The conversations on that night will always stick out to me as completely bizarre, if only because looking back, I was so naive, both Jay and I were so happy, excited and filled with a boyish want to scare ourselves through our own actions. So naive.
Once we reached the site, we found it to be boarded off. Jay took a crowbar to the boards and within moments we were inside. I must say it was not what I expected. I had expected to find some old entrance hall, what I found was genuinely eerie, although rendered trivial by the events of the following years, I remember I asked if we should leave, watching Jay push on into the darkness. I followed.
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BLARGG:
And here it is, the start of My Name is Franklin (working title, Its horrible). Fuck you Keef
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