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Interviewed: Commander Don Gilliam
Interviewer: Dr. ████
Forward: Don Gilliam was the only survivor of an MTF sent to investigate an emerging Neo-Sarkist sect known as "the Manumissionists." Mobile Task Force █████ ██ has been disbanded following this incident.
Begin Log
Dr. ████: Please state your name.
CDR Gilliam: Hm, wha-what is it?
Dr. ████: I asked for your name.
CDR Gilliam: Yes, yeah, my apologies. My name is Don Gilliam.
Dr. ████: We have a couple of concerns that require your clarification. Firstly, can you provide us with any information you were privy to before arrival at the area of the incident?
CDR Gilliam: We were dealing with a small sect of Sarkicism. The church was made of wood and there wasn't even electricity, the interior was lit with the light coming through the windows. We all hear the stories, we expected to see something out of a Cronenberg fever dream. From personal experience, nothing could ever prepare you for what you see in the field.
Dr. ████: Our recovery teams are having trouble taking inventory on our lost assets. The only equipment that left the area was what you were carrying. Can you remember exactly what you were carrying and what was lost?
CDR Gilliam: Myself and one of my men went in alone. The rest of my men stayed behind to divert traffic, keep watch, the works. We mostly did surveillance in order to determine if this group is really as benign as we thought. The small sect based out of the nearby town has been recently visiting this decommissioned church. I've read plenty of stories about Sarkic anomalies being exterminated with fire so we brought some incendiary grenades. We didn't bring any other gear because of how close the building was to civilians so, we focused on discretion so we had to travel light. That wouldn't have been a problem if we were actually just investigating the activities of a small cult of technophobes, not the nightmare we were thrown into.
Dr. ████: So I guess we can pass on to the cleaning crew. Anyway, can you give a report starting from when you first felt that something was wrong with the initial briefing you were given?
CDR Gilliam: It was only three minutes into the investigation when things went downhill. We parked our truck out front and we took it nice and slow clearing the building. We didn't see any actions. It actually looked like we showed up late to the action. The interior of the church was clear, but that was only because all the furniture was smashed and spread across the floor. We didn't find anything anomalous either. The only thing out of the ordinary was the tape recorder. We should've just left after that, but the higher ups on our headsets said we shouldn't remove the tape from the building, something about 1248 that flew over my head. We were told to listen to the tape on site, looking back I think they regret that now.
Dr. ████: Are you comfortable speaking about the contents of the tape?
CDR Gilliam: I'm not comfortable about it, but it was burned into my memory since the incident. The tape was of a Karcist performing a guiding a ritual. It seems like the people in the church were following his, or her, or its instruction. They were a sect calling themselves the manumissionists, something about freeing the slaves of the human body so that they may follow in the footsteps of the breaker of chains and ascend. It goes on like this until the ritual actually starts. I kno- we knew that the ritual started because of all the noise on the tape. Bones snapping, flesh stretching and tearing, deep gasping breaths, inhuman vocalizations, and some sound I can only describe as stuffing ground beef in a wine glass…
Dr. ████: What happened next?
CDR Gilliam: Next we heard on the tape what we thought was wood being snapped and crushed, followed by the claws definitely scraping on wood. Nine long, deep scratches. We thought nothing of it at first then we looked down. Our eyes went wide when we saw the The snapped and crushed wood shavings that used to be furniture along the ground and the symbol etched deep into the wooden floor. The tape wasn't instructional, it was a recording, someone wanted others to know what happened here. We should have left earlier, we should have brought guns, more men, we should have been more careful, should have, should have, should have, enough "should haves" to make a man go mad! We should-
Dr. ████: Commander Gilliam! Calm down, take a deep breath.
CDR Gilliam: I'm no commander anymore! What kind of commander makes the mistakes that I did. One of my men walked backwards and tripped over some creature. Damn thing must have snuck its way behind us while we were hypnotized by the tape. He fell down with a splash, he was almost completely covered in some sort of viscous liquid. Then he was ripped apart, mouths opening up from spaces were their was none before. In an instant he was gone, devoured whole. Next it saw me. The formerly eyeless creation was now starting through my very soul, covered in reflective pupils. It was too much, it was too much and I ran. Sprinted towards the door, but before I could open it I was blindsided. I didn't even have to open it, I was launched through. I could barely move. I was barely able to get away when the creature recoiled with a loud screech. Looking back I saw it's entire body buckle in on itself. I looked like it was turning itself inside out, the entire inside of the creature looked charred. I think the grenade my partner was carrying detonated inside.
Dr. ████: Thank you, that is more than enough. You are dismissed.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: Commander Don Gillian was given amnestics as per request and reintegrated into society. No further evidence has been found on the whereabouts of the cultists.
