Log Entry - Monday (?) - Rain My pr

Log Entry - Monday (?) - Rain
My progress has been arrested by the insane creatures that inhabit this island. Some of them are so normal they might have migrated here after the island was formed. But the rest are clearly products of The Source running unchecked; they do not bear even the slightest resemblance to the children of Mother Nature. This island is a facsimile, a replica of bits and pieces of the world, twisted and grown from nothing, sprouting in every direction. It is power in its purest form, writhing in the sea without tether.

But with a guiding hand, that power could be put to such great use! With The Source in our hands mankind could shape the world as we see fit; it would mean a true end to war and poverty. Rokudou wants that power--I want that power--so the world can be freed from governments and other parasites that seek only to oppress and destroy. Glory is almost within my grasp.