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=The Confrontation= Compiled by 3DSP Scribe, Balu P.

Many years ago this place was bustling with activity. It was a hive for all the men in white. They brought animals and people alike into their hidden kingdom in order to filter them down and conduct their work. Their business ran like clockwork. now this place is dead, along with the hopes and goals of the men in white. they were searching for a secret, but what they found was much more powerful.

The custodian is afraid of this place; it reminds him of something terrible, something that fills his ears with screams and rips the breath from his lungs.

Knowledge of the custodian is scarce and he remains a man covered by a veil of mystery and solitude. All present information regarding the Custodian roots from the found journal entries of previous scribes. Although he is a man separated from reality, he falls into place as the sole link to the truth of the Naval Base.

The following journal excerpts form the basis of all we know of this man of shadows:

June 12 1993: Each day The Custodian digs large holes in between "the markers" in order to uncover the truth. He himself does not know why he does what he does; he simply follows the instructions and methods that his farther had taught him many years ago. The "occupation" of Custodian, because that is what it has become now, is a hereditary one, but never during his apprenticeship with his farther has the current Custodian learned of his motivation. All he knows is that he is searching for something, though he knows not what it is or even if he has found it. All he knows is that the artifacts he covets, the "pieces of truth", are the most important things in his life.

October 6 1993: In the years after his father's death The Custodian lost possession of their shack on the naval base and was forced to take up residence in an abandoned motel once used by the U.S. Navy. He feels as though living directly on the old naval base will bring him closer to finding the "pieces" of truth" that elude him so.His father, the First Custodian, was a lifelong member of the cult of Poseidon and attended the ETERNAL FATHER OF THE SEA chapel for years before it was shut down by the Navy on suspicion of occult and illegal activities. The Navy condemned the building much like society condemned the members of the cult. The Custodian himself has never ventured to the church, though he lives near it. He is deathly afraid of it, but he doesn't know why.

The men who ran this facility often left dying animals out to rot. they did not care about life. What is life but a worthless reflection of death? it was the business of death that truly occupied their time. it was death that they wanted.

The custodian approached with caution. In his mind he would defeat the monsters that haunted him and this place. he focused on his father, and his goal, and what may lie inside the decaying corpse of a building that stood before him. He did not find a "piece of truth" here, but he did discover that he is not alone.

The men in white left one thing behind when they deserted the area. A young boy, the last of many, subject #1715. He was left for dead on this toxic plot of land, and the men in white never looked back

As he made his way slowly up the rotting steps into the decrepit building the custodian cringed. His mind was being assaulted by deafening roars that only he could hear. The doors were chained shut but one of the windows was broken open from the inside. An overwhelming odor escaped from the building as if the edifice itself was dead. The custodian fought past his fears and the physical obstacles that seem to be uncovering themselves in front of him. The shards of glass everywhere inside the building scared him and he walked gingerly about, covering his face to protect himself from the horrendous odor.

Subject #1715 has no eyes and he cannot speak, save for the monstrous bellows that he lets out periodically. Perhaps he is crying for help, he has been chained down deep inside the annex for 20 years. His life has been a prison. Rumors say that there is a monster deep inside the annex. One that survives only on human sacrifices that the Cult of Poseidon sends to it as a protectionist measure.

In front of him lay a staircase leading down into darkness. The Custodian pressed forward, the odor getting ever stronger in his nostrils, into the darkness. He clutched his boom stick tightly ready to fire away at whatever evil may approach him. With each step the screams got louder.

The world went black, and the screams stopped.

When he opened his eyes he was laying at the bottom of the staircase cut up deeply from blades of glass, shards were deeply embedded into his flesh. The Custodian struggled to his feet but he fell back down, he was unable to keep himself from falling. He was trapped.

Although he was completely blind his sense of hearing was so greatly accurate that he was almost able to implement echolocation to "see" the world around him. He heard a crash but was unable to reach it due to the length of his chain binding him to the unbreakable post that has kept him stationary for two decades. He was hungry. So hungry. He felt the chain give a little bit. He pulled harder, and harder still. Eventually the chain broke and he was free. Subject #1715 did not know what to do with his new found freedom but he was overcome by a feeling he had never experienced before this moment in his life. Previously his consciousness had been a vast pool of despair and loneliness but now he felt something that curved his mouth upwards and filled his body with an energy never felt before.

The Custodian could not escape. He made it halfway up the stairs but there was nothing he could do to climb his way up the entire length. The shards of glass multiplied with each grasp he made for daylight. The stench grew stronger and he felt as though the world would go black again.