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Log Transcript 1
Pvt. John Nolan
July 8, 2031
Log Entry: Day One-1
Hycan says I should be keeping this damn diary, something about "keeping morale up in the days ahead". I think it's a bunch of malarkey, but what do I know, I'm only going to be confronting one of the most powerful beings known to man.
This is bound to turn out fine.
Obviously.
Nothing can possibly go wrong.
Holy fuck, literally anything can go wrong.
Who's fucking idea was this?
Well, I have minutes before what will certainly be my untimely demise, and there should be another side to this story.
To my story.
A side that isn't laid out by those high-horsed cock-suckers.
So here we go, I guess.
My name is John Nolan, I was born in Wilmington Delaware on October fifth, 2014.
Times were different back then, or so I've been told.
Allegedly, there were significantly fewer demons threatening to decimate the nation in those days.
But I digress.
This little sob-story of mine starts back in the winter of 2028. The Fire Department officially claims that the inferno that demolished three square city blocks was due to a gas leak.
Pardon my doubts, when it comes to the 'official story'.
For now seemingly obvious reasons, I was the only one to be “miraculously saved” from the aforementioned inferno.
I floated around Child Services for a few months before being permanently placed into a government funded orphanage just outside of Fairfax.
It was a decent place to grow up, all things considered. Though, looking back on it, the place might as well have been one big propaganda machine.
It was during my stay that I was coerced encouraged to join the US Army Cadets.
“It'll be a good learning experience” they said.
“You'll have fun” they said.
“You have opportunities in the army” they said.
I sincerely doubt that these “opportunities” originally included confronting a goddamned being of unholy darkness and evil.
Speaking of which it's about time I do the aforementioned confronting. If there's a distinct lack of a second log entry, you can probably put the pieces together.
Wish me luck, I guess.
Here goes nothing.
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To: The Joint Chiefs of the Department of Demonic Experimentation
July 08, 2031
Non-release #64337429374
CONFIDENTIAL
Operation attempt 1b23d was a shocking success. The candidate, Pvt. Nolan, not only remained conscious while interfacing with the S12b6, he was able to communicate with the Subject vocally.
Dr. Hycan postulates that this is likely due to the abnormally high amount of “Soul Energy” that Pvt. Nolan is capable of wielding.
Unlike our previous attempts, all equipment seems to have remained virtually undamaged. Though Pvt. Nolan reported a “tingling in the air” after de-harnessing.
Obviously, this success has forwarded the cause of our department by leaps and bounds. We are expecting an increase in funding worthy of these results.
Brigadier General,
Michael Bryant
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Log Entry: Day One-2
Holy fuck.
I'm not dead.
This day is turning out better than I could've expected. Mainly with the whole ‘not dying’ thing, but still.
I talked to a fucking demon, to an eldritch horror, and it didn't even kill me!
That definitely speaks to a “good day” attitude.
I think I need something to drink, something hard. Something very hard.
The demon called itself “Alcor”, and while I hadn't heard the name till then, a quick search on the base’s intranet gave back hundreds of documents.
Homework for tonight: find out who the hell I'm dealing with, because the Brig isn't giving me any answers.
I'll write more tomorrow.
John Nolan, signing out.
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End of Log Transcript 1