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ATROPHY: Apocalypse

20th December, 1923 (I hope)

It's almost been a month. I'm slowly starting to wonder: Did they already forget about me? Or are they just trying to stir me up? What about you? You've been awfully quiet ever since the day they water boarded me. Not that I'm ungrateful, mind you. After all, the primary reason why I'm here is to test something. And with every day that passes, I grow more and more confident that Gregor's theory is right. But we need more data to be conclusive. So the next time something big happens-

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ATROPHY: Deucalion

23rd November, 1923 (I reckon)

Here we go again. You know, I almost drowned, when I was eight. I was playing with Anton close to a small river next to the place I grew up. But I slipped, (for real, that time!) I don't know how long I was underwater. Probably not more than a few seconds. But believe me, those can feel like an eternity when they could be your last. And worst of it all, there's this internal fight going on inside you. One part wants to desperately breathe, the other one prefers not to fill your lungs with water.  It's like a dance that goes on inside your mind, while you slowly exhaust yourself. And finally accept the water as your home.