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this man is goated

The Lich has fed upon tens of thousands of souls and mutated into a being that can only be comprehended by the human mind as a God. He has made human livestock camps and breeds us as food. We are destined to die, to be fed into the endless void by means of our God. That is until one day God saw humans dressing up as animals and barking seductively at each other. He was not amused. As I write this God is going around culling every human in a fit of rage to make us pay for our sins.

All is lost...

We must leave in haste before it gains too much ground, if any read this know I pray for your safety and the lantern that guide us, but I pray even more the̸̸̡̛̬̬̫̫͉͕̥̞͕̖͕ͣ̏̍͑͒̄̉̈́̅̍̉̓́ͭͮ̌̐̕̕͟͝͝͠a̷̴̵̢̡̨̧̛͖̟͔͉̯̫̯̝̯̜̱̭ͩ̏̎̽ͪ́͐̂̂ͩͦ̓ͭ̃ͦ͂ͥ͌̕͢͝ͅṳ̶̋̔̍ͩ̏͊̽_̨̨̨̨̖̦̻̟͕̖̼̼ͥͦͥ̈ͤ͘͜ẗ̜̟͕͕̱͓̻́̏̎̽ͭ̄͋͑r̴̷̨͙͓͈̮̯̩̬̭͚͍̪̤͎͇ͨ̓̒̀ͬͭ̒ͩ̑͛̆̃ͨ͒͑ͬ͆̍ͤ̋͒́̀͘͘͜ȩ̶̸̳̝̯̫̥̱͚͈̹̲̖ͯ̇͒ͭͯͤ̾ͨͭ̅̓́̃̃ͫ͐̉ͩ̕̕̕̕͢͟͡ i̵̧̞̪̯͖͙͙̼̾ş̶̱͚̂̍ ̷̰̻̖̘̽̍̍̍͛̽̕͠d̷̰̪͎͎̀̽͊͆̓̀̐̅ȩ̷̛͕̩̀́̃̿̐̀̕ȇ̷̺͊͐̀͊̏́ ̷̤̓́͗́̈ f̵͎̲̦̟̝̲͌̒̅̏̿ę̶̳͓͇̩̜͊͠͝w̸̢̢͓͋͌ͅş̸̢͉̆e̶̢̜͕̲͊̑̀̈́̔̈́ͅ
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Even though I know the creature imitates their voices, I cannot shake the thought that their souls are intertwined with the lifeless husk that now hunts us, I am guilty, why is it that I survived while those that sacrificed for me are now dead? Even my current thoughts are being warped by its effects, it's trying to slow our movements and confuse us.

I write to warn others, do not fight against the Lich, it is a merciless and cruel killer that feasts upon despair with a sense of sick and twisted entertainment. Our party is shaken and hope to regroup with some survivors before venturing deeper into the snow lands, we hope a stronghold might remain standing. We've heard shouts and whispers of familiar voices echoing from the woods, calls for help, cries and screams, some even denounce us as cowards, sometimes the Lich's screeches can be heard amongst the madness.