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| Episode 522 | |
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| The descent into sanity | |
| Date Published | Thursday, March 3rd, 2005 |
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Black Mage believes that his teammates have gone insane...have they?
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| Black Mage scribbles a journal on note paper | |
| Day 3 The mysteriously slain yeti that has sustained us since waking up in this arctic prison has nearly been exhausted. | |
| Fighter | Aww, man. I was really starting to dig the gamey taste of yak meat. |
| Red Mage | It's not yak, it's yeti. If we're lucky that'll be close to human that one of us will turn into the Wendigo. Then he'll punch a hole in the wall and the survivors, if any, can get out. |
| If my comrades survive the night it will only be because I've passed out from exhaustion. | |
| Day 4 Curse my well-rested state! These fools continue to live and they are clearly showing signs of cave madness. | |
| Fighter | Well, we did what we could. |
| Red Mage | Yup, no sense in flipping out at this point. |
| Thief | We had a good run. |
| In their fevered mania, they plot my demise. I am alone now for the first time, but not the last time. And definitely not the first time. | |
| Day 5 They have found a pit into the earth. Knowing they yearn for nothing less than my death, I stayed behind to fortify my defenses. It was a decision that would save my life. | |
| Nestled within my stoney womb, I could hear the wails of the damned echo from the cave's depths. | |
| Cut to Black Mage standing on a snow fort, scribbling on his journal | |
| Fighter | (offscreen) Hey, Black Mage, C'mere! |
| My "friends" were already lost to me. Their sanity had been eroded by time. But now their husks would be infested by horrors from beneath the earth and beyond the ages. | |
| Fighter | Hey, Black Mage. Didn't you hear us calling you? |
| Thief | There's a whole network of caves down there. Red Mage thinks we can find a way out. |
| Switch back to Black Mage sitting in a pile of ice, scribbling on his journal | |
| Fighter | (offscreen) Why is he sitting in a pile of ice? |
| They spoke in a tongue of wet gurgles; the babble of a language without reason. If you are reading this, then it is too late for me. I beseech you, reader tell my story. Let not my death be in vain. | |