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Note found in a temple "Jackal"
There is much talk of the "king of the king" also called Xenomorph.
According to an ancient local legend, it is in the course of an immense spring, where the flowers begin to bloom, that any life then sacrificed could reign in his garden.
Our birth, he said ...
I have no idea what this gibberish means, and the planet in
question seems drained of all plant life since the flood.
Only death accompanies our lineage.
Is the Xenomorphe at the origin of the disappearance of all life?
Our race is dying out little by little and nothing seems
to stop this cataclysm.
God would have abandoned us ... God ... no ... There is no God
in this world, there is only our king!
But why this temple ... why its belief ... why so much suffering?
What good is it to believe in something that seems to have abandoned us ...
And yet, my family ... peace to his soul
continues to pray for the return of the garden.
Strangely, I can be one of the last of our kind ...
The hatching ... hatching ... I can only feel the flames crossing our body,
devouring little by little our poor souls.
Forgive me my mother,
I will join you soon with the rest of the family.
Our race is cursed,
cursed since that sad day.
If another jackal finds this message, go to the field ...
You will find here only a grave ...
My friends ... I think that's the end.
BLACK WATER
Arc: The origins of a king.
Note found in a temple "Jackal"
There is much talk of the "king of the king" also called Xenomorph.
According to an ancient local legend, it is in the course of an immense spring, where the flowers begin to bloom, that any life then sacrificed could reign in his garden.
Our birth, he said ...
I have no idea what this gibberish means, and the planet in
question seems drained of all plant life since the flood.
Only death accompanies our lineage.
Is the Xenomorphe at the origin of the disappearance of all life?
Our race is dying out little by little and nothing seems
to stop this cataclysm.
God would have abandoned us ... God ... no ... There is no God
in this world, there is only our king!
But why this temple ... why its belief ... why so much suffering?
What good is it to believe in something that seems to have abandoned us ...
And yet, my family ... peace to his soul
continues to pray for the return of the garden.
Strangely, I can be one of the last of our kind ...
The hatching ... hatching ... I can only feel the flames crossing our body,
devouring little by little our poor souls.
Forgive me my mother,
I will join you soon with the rest of the family.
Our race is cursed,
cursed since that sad day.
If another jackal finds this message, go to the field ...
You will find here only a grave ...
My friends ... I think that's the end.
BLACK WATER
Arc: The origins of a king.
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