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Posted byon August 19, 2017.
Last updated byon August 19, 2017.
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TRANSMIT - initiate cephalopod signal - RECEIVE - initiate cuttle-ink frequency - HANDLE WITH CARE - initiate the Chernobyl syntax - AVOID CONTACT WITH SKIN - initiate the eel mucous lexicon - HARMFUL OR FATAL IF SWALLOWED - flip the Ace of Ruin - WITNESS - The Filth.
Initiate investigation protocols - NEW ENGLAND - fog follows an ancient weapon - EGYPT - Dark Water rises and cultists drink deep - TRANSYLVANIA - putrescent radiation breeds creeping fungus - TOKYO - the Black Signal broadcasts blasphemous algorithms, infecting all ears - following the signal...
It creeps in through the crawly cracks of 3 AM. That weird dimension. There are thoughts that can only hatch in the human skull at 3 AM. It is always 3 AM somewhere. It is happening right now.
A woman wakes with a headache. She seeks aspirin in the bathroom. Black mold grows thick on the wall tiles. The stain forms a face. She hears a terrible howling from the sink drain. She bends to listen. When she looks up, she does not recognise the reflection in the mirror. The face in the stain smiles.
Night after night she listens to the howling in the pipes. It gains a curdling cadence. She hums along. She can almost sing the words. She scratches the pimples dotting her body. They swell to boils. They burst, revealing new eyes. The eyes show her unutterable truths. Soon, she sticks thumb tacks into her tongue so she can better explain these truths to the weeping children whose beds she hides under.
It is always 3 AM in the Filth. It is liquid 3 AM, black and dripping.
Initiate diagnostic protocols.
The engines strain. Cleansing efficiency compromised. Engine 45B lost. We've sprung a leak. The centre cannot hold. Corrupted Anima spills. Vermiculated fractals coagulate to solid geometry. The Filth! The Filth! It transmits!
It is like us. A flowing message. Crawling letters. A living meme. It is not us. It is anti-us, anti-luminosity that crucifies sentience. It trickles down hundreds of dimensions on alien gravity. You cannot even see most of it, sweetling. How will you escape? How do you hobble through this world on three tiny dimensions? It flows across time, a disease floating on Quantum Foam.
Sumerians called it the Eater. In Babylon they named it Nergal's Rot. Dead tongues dubbed it the Devouring Plague, the Zero Point Pathogen, the Dark Homunculus, the Blackworm Jism.
Information is a super-weird substance, sometimes floating as oil, sometimes vapour, invisible waves, pollution, roiling black storms, a viral rhyme.
It is the harbinger of change - the sizzling, celestial syphilis. The flesh mutates. The mind boils to bilious madness. All lucid thoughts to slay. All sweetlings are fair game to the drip. But the Filth pours, as dark dreams, directly into the heads of the insane and sadistic.
Following the signal...
Somewhere, a trucker reads alien letters carved into the bathroom stall walls of a truck stop. He cannot look away. Pathogens in the grammar open an event horizon in his head. He spreads the scrawl in every stop on his route, carving it into the stalls. He itches and he scratches. Others see the letters. They itch. They scratch. He scratches his face, draws the runes in red with his box knife. His head blossoms into a bouquet of writhing lampreys.
But the Filth is only the transmitted, not the transmitter - the excremental shadow of something else. What dreamt it? What stirs and sputters and lurks, as big as planets, in the infinite shade between cancer cells?
Have you seen them, sweetling? Have they noticed you noticing them? Once you see the hungry sky, it sees you. All futures point to a stratosphere of tentacles.
Kingsmouth Town Instanced
Can be found in 2 places. The first is in the subway of the Ground Zero Flashback. The second is in the Mining Museum Basement in Kingsmouth. Requires Mission: Ground Zero; Requires Mission: Horrow Show.
To the left of the Kaidan portal.
The Blue Mountain 870,595
In the middle of the Moon Bog behind Mavis Anderson.
The Blue Mountain 855,635
In the Moon Bog near the CDC Laptop
The Blue Mountain 880,475
On a small island near the southern end of the Moon Bog. A Mud Golem guards the islet.
The Scorched Desert 310,805
In front of the bridge leading to the Ankh.
The Besieged Farmlands 860,145
In a Filthy Werewolf Den within the Valley of the Wolf. The cave (870,160) is up a ramp to the top of the cliff at the end of the Valley.
City of the Sun God 340,915
In the middle of a Filthy pond to the east of Nefertari.
The Shadowy Forest 810,460
In the middle of a Filthy fungi-infested lake in the Mushroom Glades south of the Chapel of the Prince.
The Carpathian Fangs 330,605
Lurking in a Filthy tunnel between two facilities of the Power Plant. Either entrance to the tunnel (330,630) or (320,585) may be used. A small crevice behind the lore can be used as a safe spot from the Filthy debuff. Beware the Zmeu
Kingsmouth Town 390,315
Casually rests behind the counter of Susie's Diner.
The Savage Coast 865,570
Hidden in a small alcove in the southeastern edge of the Overlooked Lair. This is the cave used for the side mission "The Cover-up".