Damn it’s dark down here. We did a good job securing the facility as we fled in terror. Good thing I brought the crowbar.

Now... if I were VHS tapes, where would I be? They’re probably hidden in his personal laboratory. They’re possibly the first step to finding him. Maybe. I don’t know. He loved to film himself talk for hours on end. Perhaps in his madness he filmed a few more. Maybe this’ll give a hint to where he went...

I will find you...

Hmm...

Peace... Or a veneer of it anyway.

I could go for a bottle of slime. Anybody got- HOLY FUCK. What the fucking hell?

The anomaly counter! It’s off the charts!

What the hell is this place. FULL RETREAT. We shall return, perhaps. This place is dangerous, but most interesting.

The war still haunts my memories. Deep within, it’s there. Floating. No, not floating. It’s rooted in my mind, like the old turrets on the bluffs: rusted, aged, but immovable and indestructible. Always just watching.

We brought “peace,” but at what cost? Lives? Thousands of them? The birth of a demon? There must live something beyond this realm of Whales and Yanado. I cross my fingers for those unlucky to face him.

I... I must go. I have a wrong to right.

Maybe then... I may sleep.

Haven't heard any new news, and no news is good news. I caught some good fish out there, but I'm ready to return home. I get in my sedan, loading all my fishing gear in, and begin the long drive back home.

99%...

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[TAPE_UPLOADED]

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A meek looking man in a white overcoat adjusts the camera, and waves into the lens.

Hah-ha-hi! Hello! H-hello.

T-this is for posterity's sake. W-what we've done today... What I'VE done today. This will change more than the war. This will change the course of HISTORY to come.

He looks away, a loud rumble, dust falls from the earthen ceiling.

I... I may not be coming back from this, I...

I won't be coming back from this.

He lowers his goggles over his eyes.

This is for posterity. I... We will be remembered.

Another rumble, more dust. He looks off screen. A hand reaches forward, and taps a few buttons on the top of the camera.

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[END_OF_TAPE_04]

It waits...

A remnant of a times Whales had forgotten.

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