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Things are spiralling ever more out of control. On my trip to Spirehold, I picked up transmissions from a revolutionary movement. By the time I arrived, the streets were already in chaos. Thankfully the rioters paid me little mind. Most of them are probably unaware I'm Captain Edris' daughter. But that doesn't even cover the craziest part. I was able to find directions to the lab for the antidote easily enough, but the staff are plagued by unsettling visions. I haven't been able to get a coherent description yet of what these visions actually entail, but they're holding the antidote for ransom to force me to solve their problem despite my insistence that their comrades on Paradox are dead without it. Carving a home out of the bones of long-extinct desert behemoths is one thing, but it seems the entire settlement has gone different flavors of insane. Ultimately, it's best that I get to the bottom of this. The condition can't be permanent. I just need to find what's causing it and put a stop to it. This is our only planetside settlement, and houses the majority of the remaining survivors. Without Spirehold, we're all dead. ~̷̻̚~̸̠́~̷̤̅ ̷͕̌U̵̥̚S̷͍̕E̵̛͎R̷͇̈́:̶̡̚ ̴̯̇A̵̗̽S̸͈̾T̷̯͊R̴̙̆Ǐ̸͇D̶̤̓ ̶̧̔E̸̫̐R̶͎͑Í̴̬S̸̖͒ ̷̯̀Ş̷̏Y̵͍̔S̴̔ͅT̷̞̂E̶̛͍M̵̝̋:̵̼͑ ̵̨̓V̴̄͜O̵̝̓I̷̧̓Ḓ̸̆Ċ̴̘Õ̵̖M̶̞̽M̷̯͠ ̴̨̅~̴̮̎~̶̨̂~̵͉̈́