From the Desk of Mozenrath,

I never meant for any of this to happen, its a blasphemous crime. A God damn crime as to what has become of this world. I feel that a fate worse then Armageddon has fallen onto us and now there is no going back. And I am the architect of these calamities and the soul wittiness of how humanity was doomed .

The ascension of my world began when my superior ,Dr. Walter G. Desdan, and I went one night into Mendes Laboratories. We were investigating the different planes and dimensions within our realm of life and outside of it. In the beginning we were just working with theories and equations, that is until Dr. Desdan brought in a black powder like substance claiming that it would thrust our theories into practice.

We tested the powder, which the team had come to call black sand, for three days with little success but on the forth day something remarkable happened. The powder exploded, or more accurately imploded and caused a rift in time and space. Things escalated quickly after that, we were able to perform more and more test with lab and government funding. We logged the progress of the rift that we were now calling 'The Splice in Time' or if we were feeling familiar ' The Splice' but our success had a price. For me it was personal, I had lost all ties with life outside of the lab. My finance, Maureen, begged me for weeks to quite my job and move out to Montana with her. Telling me that I could get a job as a biologist, which is what I had originally majored in, or work for the sister lab we had up in that area. But I foolishly ignored her and in what seemed to be no time at all she had left me. Leaving me alone and in a profound mediforic darkness which only served to push me farther into my research and closer to Walter. The project had also been taking its toll on Walter. I had started to notice dark circles under his eyes, a pale almost greenish complication of his skin, and significant weight loss. I asked him about it once, if he was feeling alright or maybe needed a vacation. But he jus t laughed it of and thanked me for my concern, but he could't stop.

We were making significant progress with understanding 'The Splice' but we still wanted to make our "big break through" To find away through our own plan and into what may or might be and possibly leave out own dimension entirely. It became our Moon Landing, our Holy Grail, but still we were miles away from true success. However my Dr. Desdan was hopeful, saying that it was only a matter of time. Over the course of the next few weeks we had observed an eldritch heat and noisome primitive chanting emanating from 'The Splice' and it was growing by small varying degrees. Once during the course of a week it grew 20 mm and then it stopped for about two months. We were expecting another growth but then the unforeseen happened. The United States government decided to scratch our project with a handful of others.

This enraged Walter and Lab security had to bodily escort him out of the building. I went to his flat that night, ready to console my most beloved colleague beaten down and in a state of despair. But what I found was something unexpected, my friend had gone mad. " A Damned mistake!" exclaimed Desdan " they can't stop it, we've come to far now Morris. It will just keep growing and growing there's no stopping it. Unless..."

"Unless what, Walt?"

" We could stop it."

" What are you getting at? It's a rip in the very fabric in time. How would we stop it? Sew it up with amazing quantum thread?"

" No, no...I need to show you something."He went over to his desk and opened one of the drawers that I knew he normally kept locked. He took and old and what looked like archaic text out out of the drawer. There was only one word on the cover, Necronomicon. I jumped from my set, either out of fear or a deeper need for survival I do not know. But I knew what the Necronomicon was, and I wanted no part in it. "Where did you get that Walt?"

"It was just laying around in our vaults," There was madness in his eyes now, and it chilled me to my marrow, " I didn't see the harm in getting better acquainted with it."

"Put it back, Walter. We don't need it. "

"Don't need it?" he sneered " Of course we need it. Its how this started, its where I got the information for the Splice. It's where I got the Sand" And he smiled wickedly, and deep down in the bottom of my soul I knew that we as the human race were doomed.

Walter took me back to the lab that night, at first I had refused but then he had put a gun to my head. Looking back I might have excepted the bullet if I had know then what I know now. But the past is the past and as I know too well there is no going back. We snuck in through a security entrance where we knew the guards to be negligible. I hadn't thought much of them when I had been employed and coming here daily, I had always thought of them as laid back and good natured people but now the sycophantic act was completely abhorrent to me. Nothing was going to stop Walter, not unless it was me, and he had made sure to keep the gun at my side at all times.

We reached the room which contained 'The Splice' around 11:15 that night. Walter emptied out a book bag which contained twelve sticks of charcoal, the kind normally used by artists, a ball of string and the Necronomicon. We used the string and charcoal to make two large circles that surrounded 'The Splice' and then some imperative lines through the circle. He then drew what appeared to be runes or hieroglyphics on the outside of the circle, it was alchemical in appearance.I knew what this was but I could not...would Not believe it. My teacher, friend, and superior was getting ready to perform some archaic summoning got up from his quadruple position, opened to a page in the accursed book and began to read. I stood opposite of him frozen with terror.

" Razamorthos, quindictial waethsogo"... no, stop Walter

"Paramotian coliqua"...you don't know what you're doing

"Sogogoth perambitith"...The Splice began to glow, a strange hot wind filtered through. Walt stop... He wasn't stopping.

" Ventraculial, blakgarthul"... I had to do something, even if he was my teacher and friend, even at the cost of both our lives and possibly the lives of whoever else was in the lab that night. I had to do something.

" Parra...Agghhhh" I jumped on top of him sending him to the floor, 'The Splice' receded and dimmed. He tried to throw me off him but I held firm. We crashed around the room, knocking over tables and glasses. He finally got me off him by grabbing a broken vial and slicing open my right arm and cutting my hand. The cut was deep and I couldn't stop the bleeding. And as I dripped small puddles of crimson on the floor he picked himself up and continued to read. More fiercely this time, all the while keeping eye contact with me. "Zentethion..."

" Stop, Walter! Think about this, what are you sacrificing really. Everyone could die because of your zealotry" but he was beyond listening to me. I did the only thing I could do, I lunged at him again and ripped the book, the source of his power from his hands. It was heavy and full of energy, I could feel it snaking up my arms and entwining it evil into me. I hurled it away from me and through 'The Splice'. There was a large explosion and black flowers bloomed across my vision.

The next few moments were nearly indescribably, abhorrent images forever scratched upon my mind. There was a laughing blue mist that swirled and destroyed, giant spider like creatures that marched to a pulsating rhythm that came from inside them, blob like men that seemed to have emanated from some primordial muck, and a woman that seemed to me like the great goddess Bast from forgotten Egypt. All was chaos. Then I blacked out.

I know not when I awoke, nor really where. All I knew was that the world had taken a nasty turn for the worse and that Walter was no where to be found. When I tried to get up from my prostrate position I noticed that the flesh on my right hand had been stripped away, and yet I felt no pain. I explored the halls of the now derelict laboratory. Everything was in disarray and everything was wrong. Slithery things meandered up and down the corridors, people shuffled around like zombies without purpose, and when I finally made it outside the sky was completely black. I kept hearing my name like spirits whispering in the shadows "Morris... Morris Xander Rathmore ...Morr is Xa...Mo Xa Rath..." Fainter and fainter their whispering grew but there was no denying that they were there.

I rushed back in to write the event down fearing that I would either die in this new and tragic world or go mad. Either seems plausible at this point. I still haven't found Walter, nor have I seen the Evil Book that brought this upon us, but wait... What's that...a Noise from down the hall...someone Saying my name...slytheing, Damn the slithering...It's Coming for me now... It's in the door way...My God its Walter, but...No...No He has the book. Walter...No. Please...no...