nythumaar
so I received word from the mars expedition's science officer about smith's condition and whereabouts. well, to say the least, .. mildly troublesome news & the nethertalk of those demons is most certainly worse than ever before.
anyways, I'm gonna spare you the whole audio log and just leave the ending excerpt..
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ehhhh,, so lt. cmd. smith was diggin' around in teh recently sighted lava tubes with his fancy space shovel when he broke throo this weird crystalline wall that was hummin' the brown note or somethingdon'tycha know idk the dood immediately regretted everything when the ancient seal started meltin' and releasing this indescribable purple-ish smoke! the cavern suddenly breathin' and smith all but smithin' realized he wasn't in a cave anymore but inside something's nostril or worse and teh walls were made of eyes that blinked in fibonacci sequences they tried to run but his legs became tentacles which was super inconvenient for martian terrain navegationpetey started prayin' to every deity includin' ronald mcdhoom & his siblings of fast dhoomffff but nythumaar just laughed in colors that don't exist and turned him into sentient rust, dust that could only scream in wifi signals now he's part of mars' crust forever screaming eternal r̵̨̢̧̩͎̯̦̖͔̺̲̈́̽̾͂̊͑͗̈́͋̿̔̃͘͜͝a̸̡̛͖̤̮̯̦͑̈́̿̾̏͗̔̊͂̃̕͝a̶̧̢̡̯̦̼̳̮̩̾̏͗̄̊̾̑̈́̐̕͘m̵̨̛̰̺̲̻̈̊̔̃̈́̏̾͂̊͜ų̷̲̪̯̺̇̓͐̅̔̊̚͜͠h̸̢̧̼̳̖̯̄̊̾̈́͑͘͜ţ̴̮̩̦̲̑̈́̐̔̃̾͝y̶̯̺̻̅̔̊̏̈́͜͠ñ̸̨̻̲̖̈́̏̾̽̕ñ̸̨̻̲̖̈́̏̾̽̕y̶̯̺̻̅̔̊̏̈́͜͠ţ̴̮̩̦̲̑̈́̐̔̃̾͝h̸̢̧̼̳̖̯̄̊̾̈́͑͘͜ų̷̲̪̯̺̇̓͐̅̔̊̚͜͠m̵̨̛̰̺̲̻̈̊̔̃̈́̏̾͂̊͜a̶̧̢̡̯̦̼̳̮̩̾̏͗̄̊̾̑̈́̐̕͘a̸̡̛͖̤̮̯̦͑̈́̿̾̏͗̔̊͂̃̕͝r̵̨̢̧̩͎̯̦̖͔̺̲̈́̽̾͂̊͑͗̈́͋̿̔̃͘͜͝ into the cosmos while nythumaar does unspeakable things to reality's source code wellllthat's what happens when you ignore the "no diggin'" signs written in non-euclidean geometries dood
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