"It has been 37 days since my last discovery. I fear that the higher entities of this world do not wish for me to continue pursuing the truth of my works. This may well be my last entry; the dungeon master grows restless, drawing closer and closer to the surface with each passing moment. Slowly, but surely… it will be here." -Journal, Entry 192, Author Unknown.
"The dungeon fell ten degrees in temperature this morning. The guardian has awoken, destroying even the smallest drop of gel to fall down the steps. Its master will be here soon. I have already survived far longer than I feel I was meant to. But I must continue my research. If what I am searching for truly exists, it may change the way adventurers think, feel, and desire. I could destroy lives, or I could preserve them. I am not sure which outcome is more probable. I must go; the dungeon minions are coming. I shall not give in." -Journal, Entry 206, Author Unknown
"I've gone and done it now. My research is complete, my hypothesis confirmed. The dungeon master knows this, and is coming for me. I only have so long to live. I am writing down all I know about what I've found… what the souls of these entities may grant humans who wish to use their power. To the person reading this, I have left the book in a green box, sealed with wax and bound with an enchanted blue ribbon. It will only open if the enchantment detects that its holder is pure of heart. The box should be near the entrance door. There is a letter tucked under the ribbon. I ask that you bring that letter to my son, Andrew. He does not live far from this dungeon, but far enough to be safe from its power. Let him know that his father died content with his achievement, and that his only regret was being unable to leave. Thank you." -Journal, Entry 241, Author Unknown
Hand shaking, the man put down his pen. He made it a point to never sign his own name in the journal. If he did, the person finding it would summon the wrath of the "higher entities" which the man had been studying. They still may, but they may have more time than had he done otherwise.
Taking a deep breath, the man starts writing as fast as he can. Just past halfway done, he hears an otherworldly roar. He's out of time.
The man makes a panicked note at the bottom of the page he's writing. "IT'S HERE." He frantically grabs the box, places his notes inside, sealing them with wax and binding them with the blue ribbon. He sprints to the door, placing the box on a shelf within arm's reach. He leaps back to his journal, writing one last entry.
"My time has come. Good luck to the person who reads this far. I hope it helped you in some way." -Journal, Entry 242, Author Unknown
The man sets his pen down, closes the book, and sits. He takes a deep breath, determined to go down with dignity. He stands back up, walks to the center of the room, and waits.
He doesn't have to wait long.