Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert… near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed;

And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings;
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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"We’ve recovered all of these in the past twenty-three hours alone."

You turn around, and come face-to-face with yourself.



Alleged photograph of subject (right).



Name Rumored to be "Guy"
Alias(es) "The Benefactor"
DOB Unknown mid-1900s
Native Reality Unknown. According to intelligence, POI-EDAT-L5 escaped persecution by emigrating to U-E257LT in the 1980s.

POI-EDAT-L5 is an unknown individual who serves as the primary administrator of GOI-EDAT-Zero, "Project Palisade," as well as various political and economic positions.

According to propaganda, they were responsible for the internal collapse of the Society for Containment of the Paranormal in U-9S63C, amongst other cross-universal acts of terrorism.

Identifying characteristics (unconfirmed): Blond hair ; green/grey irises ; prominent markings on wrists, hands, abdomen (described as "tribal scarring").

"What the hell is this?" he growled, glancing down at the documents. "2521? That's n-"

He was silenced with a soft, wet squelch as a slick, black appendage covered his mouth.

A shadowy figure rose from behind The Benefactor, and it kept rising. Slimy, sleek tentacles wrapped over his shoulders, winding around his waist. His eyes grew wide, begging silently at you as he became hopelessly entangled in the black vines.

A single blank eye glowed, staring directly at you. You stared back, frozen. The standoff continued for a terrifying eternity.

Then, just as silently as it had come, the black figure and its quarry melted into the shadows, and you were alone.

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