"Rot, everything here has rotted in hell, their soul clutching onto useless hope as their bodies used as soulless vessels to SPREAD, man is near extinction, god has abandoned us with nor a thought of returning even for pity. But yet, we're here to suffer all by ourselves. Burying our graves, trying to reach another day, trying thrive. All for nothing, our will to live is ultimately for nothing, the screech of the dead shall reach to the ears of the living, and once heard man shall be no more. Man shall end its reign, man will die. Now it shall be, now all that roams on earth is nothing but filth, lustful rotting vessels, their hunger for more shall lead them to their demise. This is it, the fall of our progress, the end of our consciousness and the event that will wipe us out. Pray for whatever god you bow down too if they havent died to it, thats all we can do left. For the faithful, may you flourish, may you fly, and leave us behind leave this hell behind." -Jose Y Malagar

Sheesh, now this is ACTUAL scary content

*You notice a strange board, behind it seems to be two notes* "Kidnapped from a strange universe by some unknown magic hoping for the best. No one knows how, where and who did it but it happened. s̶̻̆̽̈̂̈́͊̐̇̚͡h̷̘̭͉̹͚͇̞͎̀̇͒͑e̴̺͍͓͈̅̓̚͝ did not deserve it" *The second note seems to be unreadable, but it looks like a dialog between two* –̴̱͋З̷͓̓а̷͓͒ӵ̸̻́е̵͛͟м̸̖̓ т̸̮̂ы̶̗̑ э̵̞̑т̴̣̉о̴͎̋ д̶̪̇е̸̝͗л̸̩̀ӓ̶̳ѐ̴̦ш̸͇̚ь̶͓́?̴͖̇ Я̶͙͗ н̶̥̽и̷̹̋ч̶̦͘е̴͎̐г̶̗̍ӧ̷̘́ э̷̰͆т̷̬̕о̷̤̄г̸̫̐ӧ̷̱ н̷͍̑ӗ̷̢ з̴̞̽а̸͍̉с̸̲̍л̷̛̤ў̸ͅж̷͕͝и̸̣̕в̸͓̊а̶͗͟ю̵̲̈.̸͕̀ –̴̘̚Т̸̜̃и̵̝̋ з̴͍̊н̴̨̑а̷̰͠є̷͖̆ш̴̞͋ ч̵̡̓о̵̖̑м̵͓̕ӱ̷̗́ я̷͉̈ ц̴̠͆е̴͘ͅ р̵̒ͅо̴̛̭б̶̰̊л̴͓͡ю̴̙̅,̴̩̾ т̷̲̚и̶̟̃ ц̴̛̖ь̵̯̈́о̷̎ͅг̴̳͝о̵̐ͅ н̵̡͝е̶̾͜ в̵̥͐ӓ̶̙́р̸͔͡т̶͟͠а̸̢͗,̶͎͊ я̴̹͠ д̶̜́а̷̨̛в̷̧͂ т̶̟́о̵̥̿б̶̭̕і̸̭͑ ш̴͚̇а̶̜̉н̶͓̕с̶̝̌

I have never seen a single sunlight ever since that damn monster or creature landed onto our land, it has left us to rot and suffer for the consequences we have done. I'm sorry to break it to you, but even God himself can't save you from this hellhole. Even if there are a thousand men and soldiers by your side, they won't even stand a chance against that beast. This is it, the last day of our freedom, may you please survive in this forsaken place, and shall you save what's left for our humanity. - ?????? - Note #532

MAKIND IS DEAD HELL IS FULL BLOOD IF FUEL

you did cook yet again!