Found the wepon(s) & the notes on it at the bottom of the fasillity. Appairently these are cold cald known as "The Lions," and they are a beauty indeed. Don't know how much time I have left, but I can't even remember what I was doing this morning or what year it is. more impoortintly, its started to eat my english. most of the werds are still here, but the spelling/grammar/vocabulary is slippin. Some words its eaten just the meaning of. I know "calculus" is a thing, but I no longer kno what it means. It can take spelling and it can taek meening, but it has a hard time taking both. It wood is a waste of time to force miself to relern all the spellings of the words I've written in these pages, but it is worth figuring out what the words mean from contekts. All I now about myself am is whats on these notes and docs I got with me here, speed reading just to keep enough info in my leaking hed to stay active. I hav to finish this bat fig war before I cant reed these pages.
According to preliminary test docs, the fuckers are powerful enough to wipe out severel ful blown 'Jungian Archetypes' if thay could only get targeted right, but that's a big if. Issue is compatibility. The Lions are supposed to cast a 'host' for the consept in question into oblivion along with the target, but the Hands on the wolls aren't korporeal enough. My lack of presense means I can't drag one of shambling puppets into the center, which is a shaim, because thay seem to be the only valid hoast in the area. I only have 1 option then: If thair jaws won't take the basterd, then I'll cast myself into the Lion's teet maw, to drag em in, so no one else gets consumed. All that's left to do is to bil from craft the gallows that I am to hang from for the rest of eternt time.
I've set up The Lions now, & thankfully I had a last stroak of genius as I finished whatever that pouder was. I still have the cocktail of unused mnestics in my pockets. If I fead 1 of the hosts, thay should be abel to bypas my inherent antimemetic propert aro effects. I'll have to lead watever poor bastard of a hoast I find 1st into the senter of these chrome devils, turn em on, and nuke this memory glutton from existence.
I hav given 1 of the hoasts wandering the upper floors a nestic dose masve strong enough to rip open evry repress'd memory in a basket case war veteren's psyche. Seems all the puppets shair persepsion, cuz thay all started dashing 4 me at once. Thinned out the hurd, give or take 30 bodys just in the front hol room. Went for the armed guards(?) 1st, but thay still got my shoulder. Shouldn't be surprized how much dat hurts. Thees things do seem 2 be fast 4 a normal persun, but so am I, appairintly. guess I enhanced miself fisically at sum point; Must hav bean a while ago if i didnt think to rite it down. Dum ass moove IMO. Beet them downstairs eesily & I rite this last passage as I wate 4 1 of the hoasts to reech the bottum flor.
Is time: I heer their steps aproc coming from round the corner. Regaurdles if this werks or not, I won't remembr aftr its oll over, nor will anyone else. I just hoap I remembr miself 'nuf to piece it oll back tagether.
