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What were we thinking? Like I don't know. I know exactly what - who -I was thinking about "Let's take a joyride," she said. "What could happen?" Oh, I don't know, friends, how about getting lost in a labyrinth of Strain-infested tunnels with no hope of rescue or even any hope of being found if you actually stave off infection and disease. I don't even know where my sister ended up, and we've always had sort of a link. Like, I know how she's feeling, she knows how I'm feeling...but its like she's not even there.
What's happening in this place, anyway? And why in hell did I ride a cryo-pod all the way down here like some kind of Draken shock trooper?
Stupid, Trilius. So. Stupid.
Last recording didn't work. This equipment - something's gotten into it Can machines get sick? I think my datachron is broken. It can't tell me where I am, and I'm definitely lost can't find the others, either. "Oh, just scan for our transponders, Trilius," they said. Well what happens when your datachron breaks, geniuses?
Shouldn't have tried to crack the da - ron open, I thinks - ata may - been lost Not feeling so good myself. Only been half-hour since la - since la - since landing. Itching. Skin hurts. W - cryo-pod sealed cor - ec - ly? Can't say. Need help. I wa -go home.
This journal is located in Southern Grimvault inside the Ethereal Cavity near 1875,389. Start at the campfire and jump up the rocks.