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To all readers, absorbers, and listeners of all types,
We at Multi Unitraversal™ are loathe to do this, but given the nature of what we found through this Way, we feel it is necessary. Do not go to this universe. Our Correspondent Gottsam R'lek called it, and we quote, "the most miserable place I've ever gone to", and we are currently in negotiation talks with L.S. to see about closing the Way off from anyone accessing it. However, if you must - for some reason - check it out, make sure you come prepared. Let the warnings above, and what our intrepid reporter discovered below, hopefully be a final deterrent towards this idea, or at the very least a primer for what you'll be getting into.
Always yours,
H. K. Wolraven
Here Comes the Sun
The first thing that Mr. R'lek became aware of when entering this world was the colour of the sun. "It was an almost unnatural shade of red," he reported as he rested in the infirmary. "And the heat and humidity was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I was fortunate to have already been wearing plenty of covering, though I daresay that for once my choice of scarf may have been a detriment. So much itching…"
House of the Rising Sun
As our correspondent moved through the arid realm, he came to the realization that there appeared to be no sign of life around. Not even a single call of a bird or chittering of an insect could be heard. "Wanting to know more," he spoke, "I went to the nearest house I could find. The door was open, but miraculously there was still working electricity to be had within. The television was still on, with a message from the Jailors playing on a loop on all channels. Turning to the computer provided more clarity to the situation. Something had happened to the sun, and had killed an innumerable amount of people… or so I had thought."
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Walking on the Sun
"That was when I heard the noises outside," Mr. R'lek continued. "It was a most unpleasant cacophony of cries, squawks, and even… moans." And believe me when I say this; he shuddered, an almost alien thing to see him do. "I dared a look outside, and saw what looked to be a massive ball of flesh that was rolling around, subsuming any scraps of life it could find into itself." Suddenly, one of the eyeballs in the mass looked in Mr. R'lek's direction, and the entire construct started rolling towards him, calling out to him by name. "I regret to say that I took a most cowardly move," he admitted. "I jumped out of the southmost window, and cloaked myself with a device provided to me by one of our sponsors."
Brighter than the Sun
Once the noises ceased, he breathlessly picked back up, he uncloaked and was about to leave, when he saw what looked like a latched basement hatch. "My curiosity piqued, and wanting to get away from whatever those fleshy things were," he said, "I immediately undid the latch and made my way inside." Inside, however, were sights he never expected to see. "It was a Jailor safehouse, of sorts. Fully powered, and stocked with rations, although they were all covered with a fine layer of dust. I daresay that whoever this hideaway was meant for didn't make it in before being subsumed by the entities outside." Our observant reporter was able to find, with some trial and error, correspondence between the remnants of the Jailors and the Bookburners, who had entered an uneasy alliance with each other to try and reverse what happened to the Earth. "I don't think they'll be able to succeed," he told me, uncharacteristically quiet.
Black Hole Sun, Won't You Come?
"I heard banging on the hatch," Mr. R'lek continued. "Hard enough that I could hear the wood it was made of start to splinter." Thinking quickly, our intrepid correspondent managed to download as much information as he could from the Jailor computer onto a USB drive, and then quickly made an emergency Way back to the Planasthai Press. He entered it just in the nick of time, as the Flesh Creatures started barreling towards him with tendrils outstretched, hurriedly closing the Way just before he passed out from heat stroke. "I can only hope those things aren't smart enough to follow us back here," he concluded with another shudder.
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