Hi, my name's Miles, and I broke the world.
Well, according to the last thirty seven "books" I listened to, I broke a lot of worlds. Or will break them? Or possibly never will because I already did, and the event never happened as a result. I dunno, I hate time travel. I'm not even sure where I'd find the time to break that many worlds. I'm a busy guy, y'know? I only perfected dimensional travel last year.
Anyway, I'm sure you listened to at least one of them already since you're listening to this. Or I'm just recording all this to avoid losing my mind. Probably that one. Either way I "borrowed" the second page to summarise all the details for you. Or me. I lost my mind once already since I arrived here, maybe a record will keep me on track.
Okay, well, suffice to say that what you heard is either true, or a lie crafted well enough so as not to matter. Mister Skin wasn't lying, these books are all about me, and they're all pretty similar: I'm trying to save the world. The details of my life, including things I'd basically never reveal in any other circumstance, are too consistent, too accurate. Fighting the kukku, the note from my parents - though usually it's just a note with my name in the recordings. Sometimes there's extra stuff I haven't lived yet - I was pretty old in this one, but usually I'm in my early teens or younger, one time I made it as far as thirty - not that I looked it. Hah.
So, usually it's Eggman, like in this book, two of them featured a resurgence of the Kukku Empire, one came after most of the world got conquered by the Black Arms, a few… Well, doesn't matter. The common feature is that we lost, or Sonic d-... died, like he did in this book, and sooner or later I ended up in another dimension. Seems to be a different one each time, and I faced off against someone too strong to beat normally for someone as weak as me.
So I'd create fake chaos emeralds. Every time. Some of my earliest memories are of collecting all the emeralds while fighting the kukku, after all, and I've never been as creative as Eggman. Go with what works, go with what's familiar and improve on it. Iterate my way to victory against enemies and schemes I shudder to even think about dealing with. So without resources I always went with the rational, surefire way to beat the unbeatable - usually a chaos transformation, or something that uses massive amounts of chaos energy to brute force the solution.
I'm such an idiot.
I don't even know if I succeed in these records. I assume so, because this page used to be a collection of various technical details and history reports talking about my original record and schematics being discovered later down the line. Generally with threats of this sort of magnitude there'd be nobody left to find anything if I completely fluffed it, but I'm never around afterwards, so good chance I didn't, or don't, make it in the end.
Rea- a, uh, friend told me that my time is twisted, that I can't change the future, because there's no "room" left for me to do it. Maybe this is why? I haven't been below the first level here - been too busy - but I can't discount the possibility of there being more books. Time loops are infinite by nature, after all.
Hold on, I'm getting off topic. I don't think any of these books are my own future since they don't mention- well, important stuff. I don't really feel like airing out more of my life's greatest hits, but suffice to say between the omitted information and the fact I'm not accounting for the stuff I've learned from all these books? Yeah, not me. Or not current me. I guess theoretically it could be a lot of past me…s? Wait, is plural me a thing? Ugh, this is a terrible language for talking about time travel. It's not like knowing the particulars changes what I've done anyway. Will do. Whatever. I should get on with this before the page runs out of storage.
Okay, so there's a pretty common theme. I arrive on a world, usually with a monster or Eggman, set up fake emerald production. A few hundred, maybe some artificial rings - most of these worlds don't have ring energy, weird right? And because of the severity of the threat I leave the schematics for fake emeralds with the message before I disappear again.
Yeah, told you I was an idiot. A desperate, trusting, idiot. When the natives find my message and manufacturing facilities, of course they start making them. My fake emeralds are just like the real thing, after all. Way less powerful, way less stable, but compared to a regular power source? I use them myself back in my labs, been a net contributor to most of the world's power grids for- well, anyway they're handy, and compared to the chaos energy released into the environment by the real emeralds the downsides are almost non-existent, with none of the problems of spontaneous translocation that the real emeralds have and none of the downsides of dealing with wisps.
In short? Free, clean energy that will sit around happily providing that energy forever unless they overload and destabilise through excess short term consumption. There's not one case where they didn't start mass producing F.C.E's - Fake Chaos Emeralds. Sometimes it's a post scarcity golden age, sometimes there's wars using F.C.E weaponry, or they clean up what remains of the threat I was dealing with first, but in every case, the number of F.C.E's just keeps growing. Ambient chaos energy increases to a point where even the native species can start using stuff like chaos control - one ended up like something straight out of a fantasy novel. But it just kept increasing, chaos saturated the entire world.
And from what I can piece together, that's when this happens. Not always the same way, sometimes it's purple stuff like here and I saw back home, which is like a constant state of rot. Sometimes it's part of this massive interconnected lifeform the reports call the "crimson". In the fantasy novel world it was both, with the inference that these two were just the two strongest forces, and that there are many things "outside" that can only break through if special conditions are met, or aren't strong enough to change the terrain. But when enough of the world is infected - and it does apparently spread from an initial point of contamination - that's it, the barrier between dimensions cracks entirely, physics breaks, and the world ends up like this.
I'm assuming that the ancients who created or discovered the Chaos Emeralds knew about this - we're no strangers to dimensional invaders back home after all - and set the emeralds up so they could never stay in the same place too long, stopping Chaos Energy from building out of control and avoiding their notice. I'm assuming that all these different worlds I've ruined have finally led these things back to Earth, or that this particular world is so far gone compared to the "normal" worlds I've ruined that the boundary between dimensions is even thinner than normal. Not enough info about the current world to tell which, hopefully the care- uh, Mister Skin, will know, but plenty to show that Cosmo was right, this really is all my fault. If I didn't leave F.C.E technology behind, if I didn't go with the "rational" idea of providing the natives with the means to fight on in my place...
Really glad I'm sitting next to my happy flower right now to record this. I'm kind of a mess right now otherwise. Heh. I dunno why that's funny. I hope these things aren't addictive.
So, anyways, the available data suggests that the reverse entropy is an effect of these "outsiders". They eat chaos - entropy, decay. And they are chaos. Same way we are carbon. The areas they have contaminated are rapidly becoming less chaotic, and spreading as they infect natural materials, while ambient chaos increases as the outsiders themselves become more "present" in these native environments. The world gets digested forever by some otherworldly "god" until it fails completely and becomes completely non-entropic.
Uh, that basically means "dead". Completely. Like, life is chaos, entropy and energy differentials are what allow things to happen. When there's no more chaos and everything is the same, that's it, no more things, nothing new can happen, not just game over, but no more game.
Uhh… So yeah, I've found most of the answers Cosmo told me to find, and everything is more or less hopeless. I think that about sums it up. I've developed a pretty good understanding of technology that takes advantage of the ambient chaos and reverse entropy phenomena, and I've built a makeshift workshop up around my flower to make use of all the metal and ore I dug up while I was escaping the underground, but I... hope you understand why I won't be including any schematics this time. I've done enough damage to the multiverse for one lifetime.
Well the page looks like it's about full now so I shou
