WITCHING HOUR

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Peck: Peck. Personal log. September 3rd, 1984.... 2:35 AM. The Witching Hour approaches.
Peck: Cheers.
Peck: It's been nearly two months since my arrival. Work on the Inversion Warheads proceeds as planned. Operations continue to run smoothly, but...
Peck: Damn it all, you're right, Peck. You're always right. That's not what this is about.
Peck: Look... too many sleepless nights. Maybe it's too much time down here in the deep... in the darkness. I could go to the surface, but there... there are things up there science just can't explain.
Peck: The demonic echoes that keep tormenting my staff... an aethereal orb that...
Peck: I don't know... it cries out with the laughter of children? It's enough to drive a man insane.
Peck: Ugh. Not that I'm insane. No no, I'm holding it together. Nothing to worry about here. Old noggin's good.
Peck: But we keep trying to bend this reality to work for us. We mine and pilfer for resources to build our weapons and warheads... we really have no clue what we're dealing with, do we?
Peck: I mean, one second this place is trying to kill you, the next it's dropping treasure chests out of the sky. Am I crazy, or... or are we vastly underestimating the powers in play?
Peck: I found one of those computers. From the... from the Dark Aether. Omega's studied them, but don't have much to show for it.
Peck: But I've... I've spoken to someone. Someone on the other side.
Peck: I haven't told the others. Need to be careful. Keep my cards close to my chest.
Peck: After all, knowledge is power.