V-D095

Common name: Journal of the Last
Memory length: N/A
Danger rating: Low

Description:

V-D095 is an odd specimen, even among Demiform class entries. It is a journal of questionable origin, with no known major effects. It seems anyone who reads the story is convinced of the authenticity, while anyone reading a transcript or second hand recollection of the contents overwhelmingly considers it fake.

The journal itself is a plain leather bound journal; appears to be professionally made, but not extravagantly so. The title is not printed on the front, but on the inside of the cover with black ink like the rest of the writing. However, it is worth noting that the title appears to be in a different style of handwriting than the majority of the journal.

Transcript:

Day 1

I don’t really know how long I’ve been here. I suppose I don’t really remember much, so I’ll start with what I do remember.

I’m a member of some… expedition. The details escape me, but I’m on a large ship. No idea how many other crewmembers there were, but they are all gone now. I keep expecting to trip over at least one body, but that hasn’t happened yet. I’m stuck on this ship, alone, with no understanding on how to operate it. I’ve tried messing with the controls, but they are completely unresponsive.

Looking out the window, I can see a massive black void. I think the ship is on a decaying orbit, which means I’m drifting towards it, very slowly. Not sure how long I have.

I might only have minutes or hours, not days. Perhaps writing any of this down is futile.

Day 2

I found an onboard clock. It should let me keep track of the passing days at least, if not much else. There is no sun nor moon visible anywhere, so passage of time is difficult to gauge otherwise.

I keep hearing strange sounds onboard, but I haven’t found anything strange yet. Well, other than the situation I find myself in.

Day 3

I can vaguely recall my family and friends. I don’t remember being able to do that yesterday, but with my questionable memory I can’t guarantee much. I barely remember writing in this book.

Did they even like me? Were they just tolerating me? I don’t remember doing anything terribly bad to them or incredibly good for them. Somehow, that feels worse than being a bad person. It feels like I was a forgettable person. Do they miss me? Are they actually glad that I’m gone? How would they react if I somehow found my way back to them?

I probably will never know.

Day 6

A couple days passed. I almost didn’t notice, but luckily this clock keeps track of the day as well. Still doesn’t let me know how long I’ve been in this infernal ship, since I don’t know when I arrived. I can’t tell if the black hole is getting closer, or farther away, or neither. I hope it’s one or the other, and I’m not just trapped here. I haven’t eaten anything this whole time, but I also don’t feel hungry. I really hope that this won’t go on for eternity.

Day 7

I went out on the top deck today. I thought the ship was pressurized, but it turns out it wasn’t. I can walk on the top under the endless starry sky. It’s kinda creepy up there after awhile, though. Looking at the endless void fills me with dread.

Day 18

There is someone or something on the ship. I heard it. I’m trying to hide, but I have no idea how long I can.

Day 20

That was… odd.

The intruder set up a game of chess and just waited. He waited patiently in a single room until I showed up, never saying a word to try to get me to come out of hiding, nor expressing any surprise when I finally did. The intruder was mostly obscured by the poor lighting, but he was a very large creature with gnarled wooden hands.

He did tell me his name, though. He said he was Stan. Stan wasn’t interested in much general conversation, nor did he seem to really understand most of my questions. I still don’t even know how he got on the ship. He’s way too big to get in any of the entrances I’m aware of.

Well, I’ll take any distractions I can at this point.

Day 21

Stan is gone. I don’t know where.

Perhaps he found me annoying?

Day 25

No change. The black hole looks like it got a little closer. So, that’s some bittersweet relief. At least this limbo probably won’t last forever.

Day 38

I thought I heard someone on the ship again today. I spent the entire day looking for them, but if there even was someone here, I never found them.

Perhaps it was Stan, but he had second thoughts and left again. No idea how he came or went the first time.

Day 72

The loneliness is killing me. I pray daily for death, but lack any will to commit to it through more direct methods. The eventual plunge into a gravitational singularity already has that covered, anyways.

It’s getting closer.

Day 89

There is someone on the ship.

Day 90

No, there isn’t.

Day 92

There was. I have no idea how long she’s been here, but I finally found her. I almost wish I hadn’t.

She said her name was False. That’s the only thing I remember, beyond the fact that her presence really made my skin crawl. I want to describe her as some kind of horrific monster, but I can’t. Her image is entirely banished from my mind.

False told me that Stan had sent her. She said that she would send help, but that she wasn’t sure if it would arrive in time. We talked for a full day, going by the clock I have, but it didn’t feel that long. I wish my memory wasn’t so spotty, because I feel like the conversation was important. She called me the Last.

Day 178

No help has come so far. Oh, and False has been gone since my last entry.

Not really sure what I expected.

Day 301

The entire sky is starting to go dark. No help is coming. This is how I die.

Forgotten.

Day 302

Someone is on the ship.

Combat and Abilities:

There are no known additional effects associated with V-D095.

Conclusion:

This warrants more study, and is cleared for investigation by all personnel. Please try to keep any proposed theories around the purpose of V-D095 coherent and well documented, according to established record keeping principles.