The Forsaken Land

== Lore ==
Before the Forsaken Land came to be, it was just like normal Strya, except for one key difference. The Forsaken Land housed a species of radiation-spitting dragons called Navaels that generally lived in all setting on the planet and closely resembled SpaceWings both in nature and in prospect of natural abilities. These dragons were generally disliked and were invaded by all other tribes on Strya due to an agreement for a mass extermination of the Navael race resulting in the conflict known as the Navael War. Knowing they were outmatched they released huge clouds of toxic gas, covering the entirety of Strya's main continent and oceans, and forcing all other tribes underground to wait out the nuclear death clouds and environmental hazards above the compact dirt and rock. After the other tribes fled to underground sanctuaries, the remaining Navaels died out, and after 3 thousand years all the tribes resurfaced, only to find Strya was now an irradiated and annihilated hellscape and had been turned into a barren wasteland of cold dead tundra, volcanic earth, and massive swamps with very little food supplies. Through rationing and growing the edible sweet berries found in the Deadlands, they steadied their lives and remaining living population, and continued to live somewhat normal lives (there is no such thing as normal in Strya). What the dragons didn't know, was that Bubbles (who didn't make it into the underground safe havens) had been mutated into a large amalgamated carnivorous monster now called the Flesh-eater because of the toxic fumes and lethal radiation affecting the A1 NO-V in his body and melting his body and fusing it with his armor, the toxic waste, and the corpses of dead Navaels and dragons alike causing him to grow in size, fuse with the endo-steel alloys in his armor, and gain grotesque monstrous features. Some audio recording were scavenged after humans started appearing on the planets surface (the recordings are from FLCP members from various Outposts).
== Recordings ==
KF Body-Mic Rec. 72
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"Are you sure it'll hold?"
"I'm pretty sure, I mean it's 3 feet of reinforced titanium."
"Hold on what's that sound?"
What so-
The sounds of metal breaking and human yelling resonate through the hallway.
RUN!
HOW THE HELL DID IT GET SO CLOSE?
I CAN'T CONTACT THE SNIPERS! WE'VE LOST CONNECTION TO THE OUTSIDE!
Roaring and crashing continue.
GET TO THE CARGO BAY! WE CAN USE THE STORED EXPLOSIVES!
THAT WILL BLOW UP THE ENTIRE UNDERGRO-
AHHHH-
Crunching sounds (he dead).
Muffled expletive is said.
OPEN UP FASTER YOU STUPID ███████ DOOR!
The gate opens and closes.
Banging and roaring ring out.
Heavy breathing and panting ensues.
Recording ends.
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AT Body-Mic Rec. 34
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THERE'S A HORDE COMING FROM THE NORTH EVERYONE GET READY!
*guns getting primed and canons rotating*
OPEN FIRE!
*gun shots and roaring*
*grunts and yelling*
THEY'RE COMING FROM THE SOUTH AS WELL THEY'RE FLANKING US!
*more shots and explosions*
TARGET THE LARGE ONE!
*canon fires*
*ear-splitting roar*
Are those the last ones?
I... I think so.
We actually did it.
I don't believe it.
Hey somebody get the rations, we're all dying from being cooped up for the past three hours.
*sounds of cans being opened and water bottles opening*
Hey what's that?
Is that...
HOLY-
INCOMING!
*really really loud roar*
*explosions*
*recording ends*
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== Journals ==
Mark's Journal I
It's been one month since my first arrival here. Since then, I've been assigned to the M.T.U. and now work with my fellow crewmates of AT-036 to secure and transport valuable cargo in-between Outposts. My new life here is exotic to be generous but I can't really complain much, I was the one who signed that agreement sheet, I was the one who stepped foot on that transport ship to this planet, and I'm the one who's going along with the tasks I've been given plus, my old life wasn't any better than this. The way of life on this planet hits you like a truck when you first arrive. I remember landing right before a huge horde of those things swarmed the Outpost I'd landed on and having to hide inside one of the trains stationed at the Railway Citadel. I now know this place as Outpost Gamma, one of the largest, and one of the safest for a newbie, considering the M.T.U. and M.S.U. both have prominent bases set up here. That's all I really have time for right now, I can hear my base commander calling for suit-up and to get off our buts and get to work. I'll probably find time to write my next entry maybe next week or so.
Mark's Journal II
Well, I'm surprised something actually went right for me because I actually managed to get this entry down on time! Things have taken a worse turn, one of the trains that left from the station two days ago, AT-012 has basically disappeared off of our radars. Our tracking devices can't detect it, our magnetic sensors can't detect it, and the train we sent to follow the same path as AT-012 to hopefully find the wayward train also found nothing before circling the railroad path back to the Railway Citadel. For now, the train and its crew are considered MIA but the chances of them living through whatever lurks in that fog are... practically impossible to say the least. On the negative note, one of my fellow crewmates of AT-036 contracted necrotic poisoning, apparently from a malfunctioning piece of suit equipment responsible for filtering air, and now we're a man short while he's recovering in the infirmary. Positively however, we've received news that AT-036 is being used for experimental tech installments and upgrades, and we the crew, are going to be the first ones to test it out. Hopefully nothing blows up, no one breaks their bones, or something else unexpected can occur. It's probably about time I finished this entry so goodbye for now. Hopefully manage to get my next down in the same time as before.
Mark's Journal III
It's the end for us. I'm only writing in this thing because I want some semblance of Mark Rial, the person, to be remembered when this is found, instead of just another statistic in the FLCP MIA Operatives List. Our departure with our new tech went well. Everything was working as usual and the new systemic interface and sensors were working fine. An acid rain was ongoing when we exited the station, not exactly new or anything but it did reduce visibility that was already low due to an early morning fog. It was normal for about 6 minutes, until we pulled into a toxic fog cloud covering the train tracks, and one of the wheels got caught on a chink on the tracks, probably caused by one of those lizards taking a bite out of it, so we had to send someone out to fix it. They decided me and another crew member, I think his name was Jacob? Jake maybe? But, the important thing was, we had to fix the damaged wheel. I remember Jacob taking 2 steps towards the wheel and me following him before something flew past us overhead and tore his head off his body. We couldn't see anything through the fog and acid rain so all our weapons were useless and I scrambled behind the train body with by back pressed against the metal shell and my rifle raised in front of me. I managed to replace the broken wheel and climb back inside the nearest carriage before whatever thing came back for me, maybe it was feeding on... I don't want to think about it.
We were on our way again, this time with one less crew member and a dampened mood but things only got worse from there. Upon our emergence from the fog, the acid rain had surprisingly cleared up which was a plus, of course, the joy was short-lived as when we were passing through a mountainous valley, several hostile reptiles were spotted both behind and in front of us. We had to fight our way through them, a few others and myself stationed at the rearmost carriage manning the back auto-cannon and the others making sure none of them got close while at the front, they had to physically plow through the crowd of lizards near the front of the train. We managed to sustain ourselves long enough that we exited the mountain range and escaped those reptilian monsters. I'll never quite get over my uneasiness around those things. They almost seem... conscious of themselves, almost sentient, and intelligent just like ourselves but, that'd be impossible right? Losses were heavy with that encounter, we'd burned through almost 2600 rounds of AP ammunition, had our front and medium autocannons damaged by claws, and 3 other members were injured and forced to be kept inside or risk necrotic poisoning, so we were down 3 members. We still had three quarters of a way to go, and that's when the realization really set it. Death was a highly possible outcome for us now with our crew members injured, our ammunition running low, and weather and circumstances becoming increasingly worse.
Then it appeared. A wretched creature of the acidic bog, glowing yellow eyes like spotlights with an eerily dead look, and limbs made of mangled flesh, metal, and bone. If anything, it looks more like a corpse if anything else, closer to something dead than anything alive even if it could move. It also had teeth, rows of horrific serrated daggers set within that thing's jaws, painted shades of ugly gray that I could imagine tearing through chunks of solid steel. Whatever the thing was, it didn't like us, bounding towards us like a hawk seeing an injured prey animal with speed I didn't think was possible for a creature of that size, at least 35 ft. tall and 10 ft. wide. We barely had time to fire a few times before it instantly tore off our middle auto-canon, ripping the installation from the main steel body like nothing, taking along the person manning it into the fog before grabbing the main cart itself, trying to tear the entire section off the train. It would've succeeded too, but our back auto-canon managed to fire a round into its eye, making it let go from the train, except it didn't die, it continued on trying to chase us as if nothing had happened. I'm convinced whatever that is wasn't made by natural means, even if this cursed swamp produces the cruelest of creatures and deaths, no god out there had a part in making it. We managed to outrun the thing for a while, our auto-cannon team working the fastest they'd ever had before to reload while it crept even closer. That's when it started acting strange. It moved off the track and deeper into the swampy marshes around us. We thought we had managed to scare it off when it reemerged from the bog, holding what seemed to be chunks of a nearby mountain.
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