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Hello, this is Mr. Freeman.
As the title of this entry states, the office I had secured in a secluded location has been compromised. It appears the intent was pure destruction—nothing was taken, just destroyed. It could have been a random Hound, but the Death Moth Jelly was destroyed, not eaten. I’ll have to investigate further, but to the point.
Through a tedious method of acquiring a defeated Monitor Entity with random access to Earth’s internet, I am able to post here.
As of now, I have my standard long scouting supplies. I will attempt to set up an HQ nearby as this accessed Monitor could be compromised. I also have my notebook and pen to sketch images down, though please keep in mind I am no artist. The data is what’s important. The Clocksmith is always patrolling for parts.
Again, I digress… I will use this accessed page as a repository for data gathered on Backrooms reality. I have been unsuccessful in securing data here in the Backrooms, but perhaps it can last here. When I can, I will add comments and insights. Some of the connections I have made require knowledge of the Backrooms to understand, and to un-understand. There is a history here, a reflection of our own history. It’s a play, a ballet, a symphony beautifully distorted into… into… I digress.
I need rest. It’s been a very eventful day. Old tricks are the best tricks… I have survived for… fifty… yes, no more than 50 now? I can’t continue. Shrooms, I need more shrooms, variety… options…
(Mr. Freeman’s transmission ends abruptly.)