Breakdown

Lore section: jonas survival:breakdown · from game

Lore about Jonas.

Also in this section: Confession

Found in structures (18)

bookshelf: a lore bookshelf for this section; placed: this exact book sits in a container or on the ground; random loot: a loot roll in the structure can produce it. Read from the structure's schematics, so it shows where the game can put it, not a drop chance.

StructureKindHow it is found
megastructures-forlornhopetower-common-niclass structure bookshelf
megastructures-giantcathedral-dampus structure placed
mediumruins structure bookshelf
largeruins-0206-samgrey-o7 structure bookshelf
largeruins-0207-samgrey-o7 structure bookshelf
largeruins-0208-samgrey-o7 structure bookshelf
largeruins-0401-samgrey-o7 structure bookshelf
largeruins-0408-virrno-o7 structure bookshelf
underground-uncommon-lowerchance structure bookshelf
underground-rare structure bookshelf
underground-samgrey-1 structure bookshelf
underground-samgrey-2 structure bookshelf
underground-samgrey-3 structure bookshelf
underground-samgrey-4 structure bookshelf
Village area storystructure placed
largeforlornhopetower storystructure bookshelf
mansion storystructure bookshelf
sunrift storystructure bookshelf

Text

Constant clamoring. People shouting. I'm worried. Things were quieter before. We had almost given up. Nobody spoke, we just desperately worked on the project. But now it's almost time to wake it and the people are excited. They're too excited.

They don't know. They don't understand. I don't even understand it.
What have we created? What greater doom have we wrought upon ourselves?

We should have all died. Maybe we should have all just died when the Rot came for us.

I've begun to see things, even when I'm not gazing through the Lens. Walking down the halls, looking at the prints, suddenly my vision shifts and I'm in a world I cannot comprehend. I am in the other world, and it is leaking into this one.
I've begun to notice its effect. My creations: cherished by the people and without which this project could never succeed. They are strange to me now. There is something wrong with them. It is the otherworldliness I have given to them. An eidolon was found two shifts ago with blood and mutilation splattered across its plates. The workmen, they wrote it off as an accident, but I know better.