Level 373 - "The Hazed River"

what the hells going on here, one day I'm flipping firesalt in the vault and the next some bigwig douche is threatening to close my stall unless join his expedition to some new level

Trip here didn't go so well either, we went 2 days on a bottle of almond water on 46. Had to leave 2 guys back on 46 cause we didn't find enough sand. By now they're either dead or wretch jerky.

Well, least I'm getting paid and fed. Arney and the others are already setting up camp near the river so I should go help out, wonder why they brought so many damn weapons though this don't look like a Level 9

Signed, Mont Munci

we had a fight with some Meg guys. crazy Fucker pulled out a fire salt ingot screaming some shit about stealing research, nearly lost my arm.

Don't even know why he threw it at me of all people. I was the one filming the river and Arney was the one arguing with the fucking psychopath. Last I even remember was someone yelling get down before I woke up in the med tent.

Also it feels like Arney's keeping something from us. The night before that scientist guy showed up he went out for the night. Plus keeps talking alone with all those research science guys we brought over and when I asked him about it he just said it's nothing, I'll try and snoop around later

Signed, Mont Munci

Acouple days back we caught one of those big old green birds along with some little ones. since them those science guys haven't slept in days, too focused on whatever their doing.

I mean it's all weird theres just bird cries and cheers from the other tent. Well I should be on nightshift soon so I'm gonna find out myself. Starting to doubt if that guy was even an "executive" or whatever he called it.

Atleast it's better than reggie and his theories about "UFOS" taking us here. Well if my UFO was a glitchy lawn chair then maybe. But he just kept blabbering about it, I even appealed to swap stalls with someone. Poor guy

Signed, Mont Munci

This whole thing feels so off I just don't know their not telling us anything Arney's not telling us ANYTHING. Nightshift went well they didn't see me but what I found was confusing at best.

When I opened their tent there was science equipment scattered around, a poorly made congrats flag, empty memory juice containers, sacks of green sand and dead birds. They looked starved almost it was creepy as shit and those weird sacks on their backs were all shriveled like someone sucked the life out of em.

Now I ain't no peta activist or whatever but THAT was fucked up. Not even for a pound of firesalt would I do that to those poor birds (for 2 that's a whole different story). but jokes aside I'm gonna be sick for awhile. *sigh* well guard swaps are in a week and I'll finnaly be back to the vault, good riddance

Signed, Mont Munci

[M.E.G log 06-18:CLEARANCE, >Head Scientist]

This is security detailant Mark Hemfrees, Code affirmation:[663108#E2].

We have arrived on Level 373 without issues, and there are no signs of hostile flora, fauna, or environment. The only notable G.O.I present is a scouting expedition led by the B.N.T.G for unknown purposes. They have been seen snooping around the campgrounds by researchers. However, no hostility has been detected.

The campground is set 800m 2 o clock from the starting island, and the crew seems to be relaxing after setup. We will finish the research at any cost.

[END OF TRANSMITION]

[M.E.G log 06-19:CLEARANCE, >Head Scientist]

This is security detailant Mark Hemfrees, Code affirmation:[663108#E2].

The research tent was found in the morning ransacked, and the nightguard was under the effects of dumbgum. Lead researcher Xavier Burton flew into a rage, storming out of the tent and yelling about the B.N.T.G

[begin attached audio log]

Xavier:" This is my research, MY RESEARCH. I can't have those stupid FUCKING IDIOTS steal MY WORK. Non-aligned my ass ILL SHOW EM NON ALIGNED.

[end attached audio log]

 Lead researcher Burton then confronted a group of B.N.T.G. operatives with 2 colleagues. In which he proceeded to throw a manufactured fire salt ingot he stole from a guard, injuring both parties. Lead researcher Burton is currently detained and undergoing psychological evaluation.

[END OF TRANSMITION]

M.E.G log 06-23:CLEARANCE, >Head Scientist]

This is security detailant Mark Hemfrees, Code affirmation:[663108#E2].

Although setback by a week, research has been progressing well. Burton's assistant has taken over as acting lead researcher. Furthermore, the recaptured birds have continued in the production of green sand.

We don't know if the B.N.T.G. has gotten ahold of or even understands the research; it is unlikely an individual or small group of wanderers did this. We'll start keeping track of everyone's movements from today onward. [in the background] *god Ramone's gonna kill us*

[END OF TRANSMITION]

WARNING THIS IS A M.E.G. BRIEFING ADDRESSED TO Lead researcher Xavier Burton SERIOUS CONSEQUENCES WILL BE GIVEN TO UNDESIGNATED READERS

Hello Xavier, level 373 possesses a goldmine you must not let others have. Remember who's at stake

Signed, R. Salary

M.E.G log 06-23:CLEARANCE, >Head Scientist]

This is security detailant Mark Hemfrees, Code affirmation:[663108#E2].

We have confirmed it was the B.N.T.G. expedition group who stole the research. We contacted [DATA UNRETRIEVABLE], and he gave Burton full authority for the following week. He's planning a raid on the B.N.T.G. campsite.

I have advised him and the other researchers, who are tagging along in anger, about the safety of weapons. However, I couldn't stomach it to go. I'll stand guard while they're out.

This is Mark, they won't find this. I'm burying it in the page. They did terrible things. I could hear the explosions and screams from so many miles away. After this, I started looking into Xavier's computer, there was a fucking ransom letter in the trash.

I can't do anything for Xavier, but I did find out who the guy who staged all of this is. His name is Ramone Salary, I don't know much else, but he's sure as hell not from Meg or the Bntg. My guess right now is that it's two powerful people fighting for a monopoly, we're just pawns.

I don't know how he knows about sand production or how inhumane it is. They starve these old and young curibitur birds till they look like plucked vultures, and then they keep them there and repeatedly carve out their sacks. Even with liquid silence coated on the tent, I can still hear them.

Once this submarine dive is over, I'm going back to level 11 and quitting. Goodbye.