I̼̲̖̯̜̱̙ ̠̪̤̣b̰̬e͔̹li̻̞e͇̭͎͇v͔̦e̼̣̘̬d ̜̗̦̮̲̦th̺̠̖͔̭̝i̪s͇ ̠to̯ ̟͚be̤̙̭͎̦̩̳ a͚̞̻̤ ̘̠͖ͅne͈̞̦w̜͇͉̪͇̺ ̟̙̜̖s̘p͕̤̹e̙̦̤̙ͅͅc͇̗̟i͎e̘̟͔̘ș̣̙̦̘ ͚̞̠͍̩of̩̣̰̝͓̠ a̻̗͍̗̠̖̥q̲͙u̬͍ḁ̣͉̬̯t̩̘͍̰͔̘̤i̙̤̲͍c̲ ͕̫f̣͚u̝͉͕n̘͓͈̥̗g̠u̞͓̩̼̜s̙̭̲̰͉̮.͇̦͚̠ ̝̰Ṭ̮̣̼̦͖h͈̯͍i̙̬̬ͅṣ̼̺̣̺̼ͅ ͚c͔̦̦͕̻̩͇o̗̳u̟͈̜̻l̜͔̝̥d̳̩ ͇͈̯̘̲b̥̙͖̭̠̳e͎̯͎̤͍̥ ̺̯̙͓̗͙t̺h̻͖̣̻͇ẹ̻͔͎ ͎͚s͉̦̯͈̯i̯̗̮͉̳͍͎n̠̮̲̯̜̙g̥̰l̠͙e̠ b͕̺͍i̗̘̦g͚̝g̗̳̼e͙s͔͖t̙̱ ͉̬͇̟̮bi̳o̱̝̟lo̱͓͍g͈͚̤̝i̠c͍͔ͅa̦l̲͖̭̠̫ ̮̖̠b̯͔̣r̮͕̼͈e̖a̲̝̳̻k̜̫̲͔̙͓ͅt͔͎h̩̼̗̬̯͎̮r̜̱̻̝o͇̹u̱̗̫g͚͕̲̼̣̺̫h̩ ͇͖̟̠͍s͇͇̮͕̱̤̲i͓̳n͎c͚̝̳̩̠̺e ̹̮͔D͖ar̖w̘in͙̞͖.̮̱̝͉ I̬̜̠̭̼̺̻n͉̰̬͔̩͙ ̳͍o̙̤̙͍͎̮̝ur ̹͇̭ha̖̠̣n͕̘͖̰ͅd̳s͓̹͓͈̣ ̬̱̠we̥̠̖͕͔̺ ͖̙̞̝h͚̘̠̹͕̝̭ḛ͕l͉d̟ ̳̜͙th͕e͖̗ ̱͖̻̺̟ṯ̻̰w͇̬̠̠̦̰o̗ ̳̳̥̘͚͔o͎̩̭͍͚f̜͕̻̘̲͍ ͎̭̲̻t̠̞̯͉h̠̫͙̬e̻̯̜̰ͅͅ ̼̼͎͕̩o͖̼l̥̱̺͓̹͉͓d͖͔͇es̲̱͓̟̰ͅt̥̹̼͚͓ͅ l̫i̫͇̮̮̗̤vi̝̳n͚͙̤̟̺͈g̹̦͔͙̖̼̮ ̬̫s̺̲̩͓͈pe͔c̩i͎̱̻̦͕̙̗e͖͙̤̘̟̳s̥̹͍̹ ̬̣͕̜͙̩on̖̜ ̠̫e̼̙̣͍̱̲a͈̹̠͖̭̦͍rt̩̹̪̮̺̮̳h̻̥͈̹̘͈.̝̲ͅ ̫̯͍̙̥̹S͈̺̯̞̫am̥̖̮b͈o̥̯̟f̜̭̹͖̖̜ọrm̦̞̺̦̯ͅạ͙̗͙ ͓̺̱̰̲̬̹d͈e͙͚̟̫̱̯u̯̫ș͓̖̻̝g̻̠̭̥̯̙͚l̥̬̭̙̯o̙̩̪m͓̻̹̫̫̣e̤̬̼͕r͓f͉͔̼̼͓̪̼o̞̖͓̙̜ru̝̰̗̲̲̱m̻̻͚̲ͅ an͈͍̩̞̩̬̘d͕ ̯̝̟̦͎͖̺S͎̳̠e̳̯͇̪͖ni͎o̼̜r̜̦ẹ̣̥̦͈m̫ p̠̰r̞ͅo̟̣p̜͓̖h̝̦̯e͓̖͎t̗̲̩̳i͎s̠̰̗p̗̫͇͍̣̙i̲͔ͅn̬̙̦̘u̲̟s̥̠̣

Stellan, Sam, Chad, and I had sustained minor injuries at this point. However, we knew something was amiss when our wounds healed very quickly.. and then our scars began to transform.. changing colors, sprouting small growths that we quickly discovered were mushrooms and molds. Our bodies began to change. As of right now the changes are pretty minor, but we are quickly becoming more and more aware of our mutations. We have no reason to suspect that our minds will be altered enough to question our morality or self-awarness. Long story short, unless someone is Mind-Flayed by a dangerous fungus like Cordyceps mensexcoriator, then there can be benefits. I have been assigned to document our progress as we transform. Our attitudes about this vary person to person, but our lives are not in danger. It is important to remember Mohesh and the citizens of Sandal Sole have been sustaining and controlling this technology for decades. It is unfortunate that we were accidentally exposed, but that cannot be helped. Our hopes are high. Well. Theirs are. I am, as always, miserable.