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At the beginning of all this, I was just Dr. Strauss, lead researcher of historic occultism at Site-269, Antarctica. As interesting as the title sounds— I assure you it was not, Site-269 was a maximum-security document storage facility. For the most part, my team deciphered arcane writings of long-forgotten pseudo occult practices. My final week at Site-269, though I did not know that yet, was one that would forever change my life. It was at this time that my inclusion in this story began.

- Dr. Michael Strauss, Project Midgard


March 6th, 1951

Nothing good ever comes at midnight, and this was no different. When I opened my chamber door to two men dressed in black, I thought my time was up. Perhaps that would have better, in the end.

"Doctor Strauss, you're coming with us." said the first man.

I shivered. His words carried a chill worse than the Antarctic cold that permeated Site-269. Between the small red hand, embroidered on his sleeve, and the absolute authority with which he spoke, I knew my choices were compliance or an unmarked grave somewhere in the snow.

"Wh-what's going on?" I managed to stammer out, clutching a thin sheet around myself.

"Your presence has been requested. You will be briefed upon arrival."

His raspy baritone reminded me of my chain-smoking father. I turned towards my closet.

"Will I-"

"We will not be leaving the continent. Pack accordingly."



March 10th, 1951
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