#seniorem prophetispinus

[deeperbloom]

E̯̳̘̮̫̮x̖͈̯̙̺c͍̟e̱̠̱̥̭̜̲r̭̦͍͖p̥̗̤̗̲͎t ͕fṛ̜o̮̜̪m the̬̬̮͎ ̹F̲̞̻̺̠̞ịͅl̝̻̳̪̳͉e͚̺̦̞͍̣s̲̘̲̹ o͇̥̟̟͔͖f̰̙̘̤ P̪̻̥͕̣r̺̣͎̯̮͚̩o͎̦f̥̳es̯͙̺͙̤̞s͔͉̬ͅo̗̻̙̮̯r̜̗̣̭͔ Ḍ͓̝̥̫̣ee̮̠̖p̙͉̩̳̪e̜̖̥̗̗̫̱r ̟̜̲Bl̼o̜̖͓̙̫̪͈o̘͚͈̯m̺̤̗ 

I̼̲̖̯̜̱̙ ̠̪̤̣b̰̬e͔̹li̻̞e͇̭͎͇v͔̦e̼̣̘̬d ̜̗̦̮̲̦th̺̠̖͔̭̝i̪s͇ ̠to̯ ̟͚be̤̙̭͎̦̩̳ a͚̞̻̤ ̘̠͖ͅne͈̞̦w̜͇͉̪͇̺ ̟̙̜̖s̘p͕̤̹e̙̦̤̙ͅͅc͇̗̟i͎e̘̟͔̘ș̣̙̦̘ ͚̞̠͍̩of̩̣̰̝͓̠ a̻̗͍̗̠̖̥q̲͙u̬͍ḁ̣͉̬̯t̩̘͍̰͔̘̤i̙̤̲͍c̲ ͕̫f̣͚u̝͉͕n̘͓͈̥̗g̠u̞͓̩̼̜s̙̭̲̰͉̮.͇̦͚̠ ̝̰Ṭ̮̣̼̦͖h͈̯͍i̙̬̬ͅṣ̼̺̣̺̼ͅ ͚c͔̦̦͕̻̩͇o̗̳u̟͈̜̻l̜͔̝̥d̳̩ ͇͈̯̘̲b̥̙͖̭̠̳e͎̯͎̤͍̥ ̺̯̙͓̗͙t̺h̻͖̣̻͇ẹ̻͔͎ ͎͚s͉̦̯͈̯i̯̗̮͉̳͍͎n̠̮̲̯̜̙g̥̰l̠͙e̠ b͕̺͍i̗̘̦g͚̝g̗̳̼e͙s͔͖t̙̱ ͉̬͇̟̮bi̳o̱̝̟lo̱͓͍g͈͚̤̝i̠c͍͔ͅa̦l̲͖̭̠̫ ̮̖̠b̯͔̣r̮͕̼͈e̖a̲̝̳̻k̜̫̲͔̙͓ͅt͔͎h̩̼̗̬̯͎̮r̜̱̻̝o͇̹u̱̗̫g͚͕̲̼̣̺̫h̩ ͇͖̟̠͍s͇͇̮͕̱̤̲i͓̳n͎c͚̝̳̩̠̺e ̹̮͔D͖ar̖w̘in͙̞͖.̮̱̝͉ I̬̜̠̭̼̺̻n͉̰̬͔̩͙ ̳͍o̙̤̙͍͎̮̝ur ̹͇̭ha̖̠̣n͕̘͖̰ͅd̳s͓̹͓͈̣ ̬̱̠we̥̠̖͕͔̺ ͖̙̞̝h͚̘̠̹͕̝̭ḛ͕l͉d̟ ̳̜͙th͕e͖̗ ̱͖̻̺̟ṯ̻̰w͇̬̠̠̦̰o̗ ̳̳̥̘͚͔o͎̩̭͍͚f̜͕̻̘̲͍ ͎̭̲̻t̠̞̯͉h̠̫͙̬e̻̯̜̰ͅͅ ̼̼͎͕̩o͖̼l̥̱̺͓̹͉͓d͖͔͇es̲̱͓̟̰ͅt̥̹̼͚͓ͅ l̫i̫͇̮̮̗̤vi̝̳n͚͙̤̟̺͈g̹̦͔͙̖̼̮ ̬̫s̺̲̩͓͈pe͔c̩i͎̱̻̦͕̙̗e͖͙̤̘̟̳s̥̹͍̹ ̬̣͕̜͙̩on̖̜ ̠̫e̼̙̣͍̱̲a͈̹̠͖̭̦͍rt̩̹̪̮̺̮̳h̻̥͈̹̘͈.̝̲ͅ ̫̯͍̙̥̹S͈̺̯̞̫am̥̖̮b͈o̥̯̟f̜̭̹͖̖̜ọrm̦̞̺̦̯ͅạ͙̗͙ ͓̺̱̰̲̬̹d͈e͙͚̟̫̱̯u̯̫ș͓̖̻̝g̻̠̭̥̯̙͚l̥̬̭̙̯o̙̩̪m͓̻̹̫̫̣e̤̬̼͕r͓f͉͔̼̼͓̪̼o̞̖͓̙̜ru̝̰̗̲̲̱m̻̻͚̲ͅ an͈͍̩̞̩̬̘d͕ ̯̝̟̦͎͖̺S͎̳̠e̳̯͇̪͖ni͎o̼̜r̜̦ẹ̣̥̦͈m̫ p̠̰r̞ͅo̟̣p̜͓̖h̝̦̯e͓̖͎t̗̲̩̳i͎s̠̰̗p̗̫͇͍̣̙i̲͔ͅn̬̙̦̘u̲̟s̥̠̣

[bubonic-kraig]

My name is Kraig Perseus Tennant

I am a student of both Professor Bloom and Professor Stellan Patricks. I am with them both now.

We aren't entirely sure how long we've been underwater, but both Deeper and Mohesh Bloom believe it has been around a month.

When the main coastal SAM-BO base was compromised, we lost a fellow student, Danielle. Other than that, the remaining students are still missing, but thought to be alive.

Right now our Resistance is comprised of

Mohesh Bloom

Deeper Bloom

Stellan Patricks

Chad C. Chadwick

Samuel S. Levi

And myself

Stellan, Sam, Chad, and I had sustained minor injuries at this point. However, we knew something was amiss when our wounds healed very quickly.. and then our scars began to transform.. changing colors, sprouting small growths that we quickly discovered were mushrooms and molds. Our bodies began to change. As of right now the changes are pretty minor, but we are quickly becoming more and more aware of our mutations. We have no reason to suspect that our minds will be altered enough to question our morality or self-awarness. Long story short, unless someone is Mind-Flayed by a dangerous fungus like Cordyceps mensexcoriator, then there can be benefits. I have been assigned to document our progress as we transform. Our attitudes about this vary person to person, but our lives are not in danger. It is important to remember Mohesh and the citizens of Sandal Sole have been sustaining and controlling this technology for decades. It is unfortunate that we were accidentally exposed, but that cannot be helped. Our hopes are high. Well. Theirs are. I am, as always, miserable.