San Franciso – July 22, 2047
The third day of the hunt is drawing to a close. Still no sign of the elusive Restless Dead and Dark Resistance emergencies since our first day out in the bush when luck appeared to be with us. Some believe them to be myths, but a little birdie told us of 8 being active at one point as she flew across the Bay Area. I am beginning to think that the bird had eaten some of the “special” berries that are known to grow out here on the West Coast.
All known positions of these emergencies have been investigated at regular intervals in the last three days, but when we chance upon Grid at all, they are usually fraught with Technical Difficulties – ironic it seems for all that we have had to endure over the last 14 months in this brave new world we call home. I can’t help but be reminded of similar situations that occurred when we were hunting the elusive incursion that was rumored to occur in this area, and of the mystery of the Volge Sieges that would not allow us to complete our sought after pursuit of fame and fortune.
Perhaps, one day soon, one of the Gods of the myriad of races that now populate this planet will see fit to grant us the opportunity to meet the challenge and obtain our goals of finally completing our chase so that we may get on to the next adventure in a timely manner. Until then, I fear that I just may have to leave the hunt for a while to chase more worthwhile (and obtainable) goals in another world.
- Excerpt from the Ark Hunting log of James Wyler.
