My friend, Vorkave, has tapped into the transmissions of ICI's current Blankspotter Crew who is, like their vanished predecessors, chasing the Omnikion Hole. His personal scanning devices were showing him something very unsettling about the Omnikion Hole. Basically, he explained it as some unknown solid physical mass building up behind it which is consistent of the materials causing ICI's satellite disruption.
We can't believe what we just heard! Outside of the suburbs of St. Louis, the twenty three Blankspotters who were keeping near the Omnikion Hole are now confirmed dead. Equipment is completely destroyed!
It happened so fast...
We are gathering what is happening, and will give you the transcript here tonight.
"This is Sgt. Roger Boyd of the Blankspotter Security Task Force. Do you copy, 3201? Are you working?"
"This is 3201, we can hear ya bud!"
Boyd: "My team is directly under the Spot! Honestly- I'm not really wanting to be here. It's not looking right."
3201: "Tell us everything you see. What's its status? What is it doing right now, Sergeant?"
Boyd: "Well, it 's puking up that stinking crap-cloud around it like crazy. It's currently nine hundred meters above, but the gas is- getting heavier. Stay in that truck, don't be poking your head out to see it."
3201: "Are all of you fully suited, helmet and all?"
Boyd: "Every one of us is masked, strapped, and heavily protected head... to... Hold on one moment."
3201: "Is everything alright out there Sergeant?"
Boyd: "Raaadio... Something's coming out of the Spot! Some- fucking- big ass acorn cap, corn kernels, something or- HOLY SHIT!!!"
3201: " What's wrong Sergeant , are you there? What's happening?"
Boyd: "Spreading everywhere! Snakes, no, veins- blood vessels, all crawling across the sky!!! Oh my GOD, this is fucking sick! What the fuck is going on?"
3201: "Remain calm, you gotta explain it so that I can understand you!"
Boyd: "I'm not playing around, you asshole, honestly! These huge TUBES coming down outta that bullshit covering up the sky. MOVE OUT OF THE WAY! GET OUTTA THE FUCKING WAY! THEY'RE COMING DOWN!!!"
3201: "Sergeant!? WHAT HAPPENED!? Do you hear me!? SERGEANT!!! CAN YOU HEAR ME!?"
Boyd: "Radio? (heavy breathing) Are you boys alright, everybody? The sky.... The sky just shit itself, radio! Literally- just shit itself! I'm standing eighteen feet from a massive maroon turd going all the way up to a snakey sky! This doesn't feel real at all right now, Radio!"
3201: "No shit? I'd pop my head out to see it for myself, but your orders, Sarge."
Boyd: "Lemme see! Leroy.... Richards.... where's the others? (heavy breathing) Alright , good, we're all okay! Radio, you won't believe it if you saw it with your own eyes anyways."
3201: "Actually, just got the camera view up. Whoa, I can't even tell what's what out there!"
Boyd: "It's all bunched up on the ground and then goes all the way to the sky. And good God- the smell of this thing, that's what it has to be, a giant piece of shit! I already knew there was weird shit in the universe, but nothing like this."
3201: "What will you and the rest of the team be going now?"
Boyd: "We're moving in to get a better look at this thing- but, Jesus! I kinda don't wanna get any closer to this stinkin sunava bitch, that smell is killer enough as it is, not in a good way! OK BOYS! LET'S CLOSE IN! MOVE IT MOVE IT, CMON! LET'S GO! GET THOSE DAMNED LIGHTS ON IT! Oooooh MAN, this thing- it's alive! Its skin is just crawling, for real! I'm climbing, stepping up to the top of this big ugly knot it stuck into the ground with, and it's gurgling or something."
3201: "Hey- uh- Boyd! I know you're ballsy, but I don't think you wanna be doing that, sir! We don't know what it is yet, right?"
Boyd: "I dunno, it's just- this thing is the most funky-assed thing I've ever ....."
Leroy in the background: "HEY, SGT! There's something inside this thing!"
Boyd: "What're you talking about, kid?"
Leroy: "Can't you see it? There's something moving around inside this blob!"
Boyd: "Huh!? He's not bullshittin', there is something big, greenish, and I can't make it out so good! HOLY FUCK! STEADY STEADY! Its bulged up for a second, don't worry!"
Leroy: "Sir, sir- SIR! SIR! Hey, come over here and look! HEY! LOOK! LOOK AT IT!"
Leroy's noises of squealing death and the chatter of gunfire are among splashing, suckling sounds, and like a mans groan into loud dripping.
3201: "SGT. BOYD! RADIO TO BOYD! HELLO!? ANSWER ME!!!"
The radio is now almost inaudible, loud shredding racket and some other commotion like a hauntingly deep croaking. One sound was easily discernible, that of a single handgun round being shot.
We'll get more information when we can get it. Pray for those of Earth A33D...
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