So, I’ve managed again to slip into the Miskatonic Archive unnoticed. I slipped a box of cream-filled shortcakes into the humidor, in order to distract the spirit of professor Zloty for a few, and the Dunwich horror is out dumpster diving again.

I’ve found a few new areas have been added since my last visit, most notably a visual archive to the right and below, which seems to have been updated on a daily basis. I also found that the shop has been dis-assembled, its relics currently available only at the homes of the artisans who created them.

A new device stands in the center of the archive; It appears to be some sort of remote-viewing tool, providing not only vivid moving images, more lifelike than any shadow theater, but moving images with sound.

I have yet to determine the metaphysical importance of the messages within, but have decided to share some of the more interesting from the bunch here, while I browse the rest of the collection:

The Extraordinary Contraptions: Cold Comforts – A Moody and moving piece, and like all their works – a lot happening musically, all of it incredible.

The Cassettes: “43% Burnt” (Dillinger Escape Plan cover) – Beautiful work. Enough so that you’ll have to hear it for yourselves if you haven’t already.

Anguisette: 29 Years – A colorful somewhat amateur but emotively artistic picture for this dark, brooding, and melodic piece, flirting heavily and hard with with both gothic rock and melodic metal.

Ghostfire: Vaudevillian – A hard and heavy vaudevillian vampire anthem, and wonderful find for today.

Gypsy Nomads: Make Out – Everything the Nomads do is incredible. Chances are you’ve already heard them and seen their videos for “Caravan”, but maybe you haven’t seen this newly released video. You should.

Lykke Li: Get Some - If you are a huge Danielle Dax fan, like I am, you might love this band. If you aren’t, you might still love this. Apparently she is already quite popular abroad, but I won’t hold that against her, and the music is still quite incredible and dancey. Taken from the archives document tube leading to the awesome online mag: Insects and Angels. There is a lot of incredible stuff there – and though I am tempted to share all of it here, you’ll just have to go see for yourselves.

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Last night I entered the Miskatonic Archives, and through slight of hand and nimble footing I made it into the professor’s office and lab.

I found no sign of the Necronomicon, nor could I find any of those books that were acquired by the University through the Dunwich incident.

I did however manage to pilfer an impression of Professor Kemy’s scribblings from from a desktop notepad, though nothing as of yet makes much sense at all…

But none of what I found has much to do with my current situation, which I will relay to you now, in case these moments are to be my very last…

Though I had been quite sly and meticulously nimble in my excursion, I neglected to return with my bag… a bag containing a change of clothing, so that I could arrive at the Women’s Cello Society recital well-dressed and in good time for some celebratory drinking.

When I realized this, I was halfway between the University and my intended destination – and, my apartment on Rue d’Auseil being closer, I decided to grab a change of clothing at home instead of returning to Miskatonic University.

I do realize so far this sounds rather mundane and innocuous, but here is the point where things become utterly frightening and disturbing…

I returned to the university tonight, and found that my bag had indeed been discovered… my goggles crushed and broken, my hair pins mauled, brutalized, and perhaps violated… And my hat… MY HAT… 

My hat, I found in a corner, crushed and mutilated almost beyond all recognition. I say that because I was able to recognize it, though only barely…. and I wish I had not….

It was coated in some ghastly, hideous, and likely supernatural white slime, filled with feathers and blood… the organs of what I believe to have been a chicken’s…. and a bloodied deck of playing cards.

It is obvious that some terrible ritual was performed with my precious hat. I am unsure as to whether they have hexed me to die in some short period of time, or perhaps set some hideous beast from beyond on my trail. They may also have simply used it to scrye my name and whereabouts – regardless, I fear my time in this mortal coil may be numbered… with a rather low number… um… of time.

Oh my. I just sneezed… I knew it! This is the beginning of the end for me… I think I am coming down with some sort of unimaginable, terrible, hideous, and gruesomely eldritch illness! I feel faint… FAINT I SAY!

Now I faint.

Sincerly,

Cordelia Atwood,

Rogue Investigator

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