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Journal of Mickel Wulf (A Cthulhu Mythos) Pt. 225 February, 1914Journal of Mickel Wulf (A Cthulhu Mythos) Pt. 2 by ~renjikuchiki1
Ernst, though still not completely healthy was well enough for the unit to make some more progress towards the lake (we had to stop several times so that he could vomit, but nothing exceedingly bad). The foliage of the land has grown incredibly thick and our machetes our quickly growing dull from constant use. Despite the years I have spent journeying these lands, there are fewer and fewer plants around that I can actually recognize, and those that I do remember seem twisted (if such a word can be used to describe flora) and have a strange aura about them, and it almost seems like they lack the vibrant color that they so often exhibit. The sounds of the animals that so often permeate the atmosphere have grown quiet, almost muted, and I cannot even remember the last time I actually saw any since we set out.
Several hours into our trek, Heinrich pulled me out of my daze and informed me that Ernst had seemed to relapse and that it appears worse than it had been previousl
Journal of Mickel Wulf (A Cthulhu Mythos)Journal of Unteroffizier Mickel WulfJournal of Mickel Wulf (A Cthulhu Mythos) by ~renjikuchiki1
(Found near Tschadsee on 17 January, 1984)
22 February, 1914
It’s been two days since Hauptmann von Raben and most of the others surrendered Mora to the British and French forces. I managed to escape with infanteristen Ernst and Heinrich as well as three Kamerunians, as the officers negotiated the details of their capitulation to the enemy. Several rifles and plenty of ammunition were acquired and stuffed in a couple of duffle bags from the armory. After the year-long siege, the leftover rations were old and only a small amount still remained. I stored what little was left and threw them in with the weapons, though I hoped to find something more edible in the forest near Lake Chad. You could only stand the taste of hardtack for so long without regurgitating it. So far, no such luck in finding food but we are still another day away from the shores.
23 February, 1914
It’s strange; we should have reached Lake Chad by now. I consulted the ch