DAY 5,169

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Day 5,169: The Old Ones are encountered less and less these days as the Forsaken continues its steady rise. The creature has grown to a size only rivaled by the crowds of followers that are drawn to it. I watch them from a distance, through an old telescope I restored. What I see has left me shaken.

The Forsaken appears to be organizing them into an army. I have encountered some of them while foraging and they always ask me to join them. Actually, it is less “ask” than “threaten.” Those who refuse -- and are less capable of defending themselves -- have been dragged to the Forsaken as sacrifices.

Join, or be consumed. That is the offer. That is what the Forsaken expects from us all.

I may need to move my fort -- or abandon it altogether. I am still beneath its notice, but continued resistance to the call of the Forsaken will surely make me a target.