Roots in the Past, Wires in the Future

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Okay, Kai here.  Minor update from the last post.  Apparently a group of KRAKEN asshats found us and was wanting to take the book back. 

I'm pretty certain they didn't read my blog else they would know that the book teleports back to me.  They got pissed when they found this out, but Royce and I boogied after they pretty much mugged us for the thing, so now we have to be on the lookout for them.

Kareena visited again, though I'm pretty sure she's possessed at the moment.  Anyone know how to get Bird Bitch Fear things out of people?  She 'spoke' to us as we were staying the night in someone's abandoned house, telling us that we need to keep the book safe and all that bull.  However, Bird Bitch also did us a nice by letting us know that Kareena is being kept safe in that all she's doing is watching events for her. 

Wish she'd let her go...

Anyway, book's been showing some weird stuff.  Some of the text is changing to English and explaining that the metal tower thing and the forest are opposites of each other, though I don't know EXACTLY what each represent.  I'll need to actually do real research into this, aren't I? 

Anyway, there's also alot of ritual circle designs popping up, similar to what was used to summon that Tower, but different enough to know it means something else.  I...I think the book is showing me how to repair that Tower or something. 

....Hey Doc, think we can meet up somewhere?  Out of everyone, I actually trust you to a point.  Let me know when you can, if you can.

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