Hutmor Paper (October)
Nov 1, 2016 18:24:40 GMT -8
Post by Blinkey7 on Nov 1, 2016 18:24:40 GMT -8
These are the completed papers that we collected in the 10th moon from communicating with haunts:
Papers: imgur.com/a/T4VYR
Uncoded versions:
(Front, or the paper with more writing)
Sail upon the summer sea
Walk on tired memories
Heart(p?)eat (p?)roken feel the beat
Or searing sand beneath your feet
Watch your shadow, keep it close
The world waits, so make the most
Forr all our stories ever end
In blood and bone beneath the sand
In passing time and river dry
In spirits home an empty sigh
In waters where no one hopes to die
For here were all when all were one
Now all are many, here are none
There cursed sands beneath your feet
Betray a past that none will meet
Become a madness cleaved to bone
Become the blood that thins your own
(insert crossed out section here)
You cannot save us, save yourselves
For if too long these wastes you dwell
Its sands will claim your memories
Forgotten in these sandy seas
Drowned in ages of decay
In blood and bone will wash away
Uncoded back:
The courthouse waits to try us for our sins
Before the crossing comes, they settle in
Now drawing near, the thunder sounds the call
And brings our slag to feast upon our fall
The haunts also kept chanting these words:
"For all our stories ever end
In blood and bone beneath the sand
Become the madness that cleanse (cleaved?) the (to?) bone
Become the blood that thins your own
You can not save us, save yourself
For in these wastes too long you (we?) (you'll?) dwell.
For all our stories ever end
In blood and bone beneath the sand
For all our stories ever end
In blood and bone beneath the sand."
They also uttered: "From all to many, many to one."
And whooshing, like wind. Increasing and decreasing in volume.
Papers: imgur.com/a/T4VYR
Uncoded versions:
(Front, or the paper with more writing)
Sail upon the summer sea
Walk on tired memories
Heart(p?)eat (p?)roken feel the beat
Or searing sand beneath your feet
Watch your shadow, keep it close
The world waits, so make the most
Forr all our stories ever end
In blood and bone beneath the sand
In passing time and river dry
In spirits home an empty sigh
In waters where no one hopes to die
For here were all when all were one
Now all are many, here are none
There cursed sands beneath your feet
Betray a past that none will meet
Become a madness cleaved to bone
Become the blood that thins your own
(insert crossed out section here)
You cannot save us, save yourselves
For if too long these wastes you dwell
Its sands will claim your memories
Forgotten in these sandy seas
Drowned in ages of decay
In blood and bone will wash away
Uncoded back:
The courthouse waits to try us for our sins
Before the crossing comes, they settle in
Now drawing near, the thunder sounds the call
And brings our slag to feast upon our fall
The haunts also kept chanting these words:
"For all our stories ever end
In blood and bone beneath the sand
Become the madness that cleanse (cleaved?) the (to?) bone
Become the blood that thins your own
You can not save us, save yourself
For in these wastes too long you (we?) (you'll?) dwell.
For all our stories ever end
In blood and bone beneath the sand
For all our stories ever end
In blood and bone beneath the sand."
They also uttered: "From all to many, many to one."
And whooshing, like wind. Increasing and decreasing in volume.