WREK :: TRANSMISSION - INTERCEPTED LOG 2
---GEARHED GUZ EXPLORIN’ LOG 001---
Well Boss woz right, dis wrek’s full o’ loot! Found a mountain of gubbinz and gizmoz. Got da gobz chuckin’ it all in one room wiv da big komputa so I can figure wot it all does later.
Dere’s a right annoyin’ slitherin’ an’ rustlin’ noise up in da vents, so I sent da dimmest gob, Skurmgut, up dere ta bash whatever’s makin’ it.
Next fing I know, he bursts out screamin’, wrestlin’ dis nasty little angry wurm. Hurr hurr hurr! Funniest fing I ever saw. Den it gets betta - da wurm goes right up inside him and stays put. All da ladz was rollin’ round laughin’ their arse off. I told him “You ain’t named Skurmgut no more, yer Wurmbutt now!”
Funny fing, normally Wurmbutt’d get all mad and sulky, but dis time he just shrugs andkeeps workin’. Took da fun right out of it, if I’m honest.
---GEARHED GUZ EXPLORIN’ LOG 002---
Turns out havin’ a wurm jammed up yer backside does wonders - Wurmbutt’s gettin it done! Ain’t never seen him graft so hard or moan so little. I put him in charge of da uvver gobz and he’s got ‘em workin’ twice as fast. Loot’s pilin’ so high boss’ll choke on it. Best idea I ever had.
---GEARHED GUZ EXPLORIN’ LOG 003---
Maybe givin’ Wurmbutt da reins woz a bad idea. He’s gettin’ a bit too clever for his own britches - catchin’ him havin’ secret little meetins wiv da uvver gobz. Now dey all call demselves Wurmbutt too. Confusin’ as eck, even if it’s easy ta remember. He’s even roped in one of da ladz doin it too!
Gonna stomp it out before dey get any big ideas.
---GEARHED GUZ EXPLORIN’ LOG 004---
Saw one of dem wurms again, nasty little creepers everywhere now. Went ta stomp it, but one o’ da boyz grabbed me arm and says ‘Stop’. Normally I’d lamp ‘im one fer dat, but all da ladz just stopped dead and stared at me at once. Creepy as eck.
Dat slitherin’ noise in da vents is constant now. Louder. Sometimes I hear even worse fings about.
Time ta pack up da loot and leg it off dis wrek.
---GEARHED GUZ EXPLORIN’ LOG 005---
Dis lot ain’t right. Dis wrek ain’t right. Da gobz is gettin’ smarter, da boyz gettin’ thicker and nastier.
Dey don’t even look proper no more - faces twistin’, stuff movin’ under da skin. Swear I saw one lad wiv an extra arm. Tried ta hide it but I seen it.
They’re messin’ wiv me. Movin’ me loot so I can’t find it. Keep tryin’ ta lure me down some dark crevice alone ta jump me. I ain’t stupid - I got eyes on da back o’ me head.
Sod da loot. I’m gettin’ off dis wrek.
---GEARHED GUZ EXPLORIN’ LOG 006---
Ignore wot I said before. Everyfing’s fine ‘ere.
Send up more ladz.
-MM