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The following excerpts are from a fragment of a journal found washed ashore. Much of what was found was undecipherable from the numerous bloodstains, burn marks, and general poor condition of the book.

Day 25

We've journeyed north into an unknown land named after a local tribe. Apparently the tribe has gathered at the site of an ancient artifact which may be of some scientific interest to our party. My faithful sidekick Zoghby assures me that the natives are friendly and that we will have very little trouble communicating with them. Our archivist Dr. Baden is particularly interested in meeting with the natives and has brought along a peace offering. He has fashioned a crude box and inscribed the surface with a the image of people in ancient clothes amongst an ancient city. Although the box looks valuable, he assures me it is quite worthless. My sidekick seems to think this is a good idea and also fashions similar boxes. I take a box called RA and another that is a child's toy filled with wooden bits. We gather our provisions and begin our long trek to this place called Chattanooga...

 

Day 27

The journey to this foreign land was uneventful. My guide and manservant Zohgby has done an excellent job of navigating and we have arrived at the Chattanooga Choo Choo. We are greeted by the leader of the natives, a great chief with much power. His name is Shloesser and he seems happy to see us. We have offered our gifts of supplication to his Shaman Berg. Berg takes our boxes and we are made welcome by the tribe. They call themselves the Gulf Gamers and we are lead to an arena surrounded by structures. The structures are fabricated from strange boxes much like we fashioned. The natives indicate that the structures are ‘games'.

Although they are like no games I have ever seen, Dr. Baden seems fascinated by the structures and begins studying them intently immediately. I attempt to communicate with the natives as best I can. Fortunately, I have planned ahead and know some simple sentences.

 natives guide

Day 28

I am beginning to wonder if journeying to the Gulf Games was a wise idea. Dr. Baden is acting increasingly strange and the natives behavior is incomprehensible to me. They will often stare at the boxes and move bits of colored bone or wood about. It makes me wonder where they have accumulated all the bone from...

Late in the day, my foolish manservant Zohgby has inadvertently put us in danger. He had run up to me excitedly carrying an artifact called "Journey to the Center of the Earth." It indeed looked like an exciting find- possibly something filled with theme that would lead to adventure. He said that the chief had ‘taught' it to him and I was eager to study it. Shortly after I began to discern its secrets did I realize it was some sort of trap. Although it looked like an exciting find, it had some evil juju. I could feel myself aging at an accelerated rate and my life began to drain from me. Desperately I ran from the table and grasped at another artifact familiar to me: Shadowhunter. This was reputed to stave off evil magic and I did indeed feel less feeble grasping it. I went through the simple ritual associated with it and began to feel better. How many other of these structures contain such traps....?

Day 30

Dr. Baden has gone completely native. He seemed to regain his senses briefly during a game of "I'm the Boss" but other than that he has completely succumbed to the evil spells of the boxes. He speaks to me and I can barely understand him: I am unsure what "suboptimal" and "efficient" mean, but I think they may be part of whatever evil curses flow through the stacks of boxes. Also my battery of simple phrases has failed me.

I have heard of relics that could counteract such evil magic but so far I have yet to find anything . I will continue to seek out Monsters menace America, Arkham Horror, Decent but have little faith they lie amongst the stacks. I fear Dr. Baden is lost to us.

Day 31

I have resorted to carrying dice games with me. Although many of the natives grumble, the games are amongst stacks and thus within the proscribed rituals of the tribe. They are safe to handle and I can mingle without fear of attack. Another explorer has shown up as well. One called Branham. I tried to warn him away but he simply waved a hand at me in dismissal. He has much strange gear to me which is both fascinating and horrific. I will have to investigate Branham later to see what he is about. His companion is a striking woman called Sandy with dark eyes. Very dark indeed.

 

Day...Unknown

How long have I been here? I have no idea. The party is lost. My manservant is now part of the tribe....Was he always a Gulf Gamer??

Dr. Dan still talks with me, but his eyes are tinged with madness and he laughs at odd moments. More than once I have seen him look at me with the eyes of a wolf. I will not turn my back to him if I can help it.

I had given up all hope of finding anything valuable when we began a ceremony of great majesty and power. All the natives stood silent in honor of a great fallen warrior named Kevin Gonzoles. I had met this mighty one and was struck by the beauty of the ceremony and by the honor of his memory. His demise was a great loss.

Following that we exchanged gifts. The shaman Berg lead the ceremony and brought forth our offerings. Though I was late amongst the exchange, I discovered a true gem amongst the other strange boxes: a copy of the great Cosmic Encounter. I was thrilled with the discovery. Furthermore, I was called again, this time awarded with a diamond. (or as the natives pronounce it Diamont). When all had cleared there *still* remained yet more treasure. The natives dismissed it as worthless, but I knew the true value of the item called "Venus needs Men." This was strange culture indeed to leave diamonds and treasure sitting amongst the rubble while fighting over worthless trinkets like Le'Havre.

 

Day... unknown

I am weary beyond words. I cannot remember the last time I ate or slept. The strange rituals of the boxes roll through my mind and threaten madness. I feverently clutch the treasures I have found and wander aimlessly. Perhaps I'll find home. Someday I will visit the gulf gamers again. Their strange culture still holds many secrets and if they discard such great treasures as the ones I hold then surely their roads must be paved with gold...

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