Dear [APPLICANT]

As you have gotten this far in the process, it is assumed that you should go into this eyes open. You hold in your hand all the notes and information we have about Great Bear Island and the Memetic life form known as Trombley. As you have read about Trombley's control over The Vancouver Empire and how Trombley's defeat was what finally broke the back of that fascist dictatorship.

If is was not for the memetic life form known as the quonset manager, Trombley would not have been contained.

It is the nonsense that The Quonset Manager has written and the method by which he scattered his stories around the island that kept Trombley trapped. Done correctly, Trombley could be kept prisoner in certain locations for long periods of time, but always, eventually, he'd break out. It requires constant renewal of the memetic containment web to make sure he doesn't get off the island.

The pages you just read were of a researcher who was supposed to be an applicant, such as yourself. We test many applicants by having them go to the island when we know that Trombley has been properly contained. The Quonset Manager lets us know who is a good applicant. I'm afraid sometimes, despite our best effort, people who are a good host for Trombley arrive on the island. The researcher was one of those people.

In case you are wondering, he tried to make it to the lighthouse and the team assigned there was warned by the Quonset Manager and [Censored] was shot as he tried to sneak into the light house. He may not have known he was containing Trombley, but judging by his notes, Trombley was clearly hoping to use him to get off the island. Who knows what havoc he could have wrought if he had managed to get free again.

Which brings us to you.

We have trained you and helped you as best we can, but when you become possessed, your memories will fade and you will forget your current life. You will then continue the stewardship of the island. You will wander it, alone. We will drop supplies here and there, but remain out of sight as best we can to help maintain the illusion you are alone.

Unfortunately, there's nothing else to be done. We simply cannot kill Trombley, only contain him.

We know this means that you, as an individual, will be subsumed into the Memetic Life Form known as The Quonset Manager. He cannot work effectively without a host to write with. He also will only possess volunteers. We recruit from many different sources, preferring to pick people who have lost too much. The suicidal and those burdened by a life far too harsh. In a pinch, we also ask for volunteers from the military, but they rarely "qualify" for the process. It takes a certain type of person to host the Quonset Manager. You are one such person.

This is the final stage. You have read all the information we have. You have read the disclaimers and incident reports. You can still back out. However, if you agree, you will be transported to the Quonset and then the security team will leave to the listening post that monitors the island. Most likely by morning, you will wake up and forget who you are. You will have no idea how you got on the island. You will assume you crashed and that you are a lone survivor. Eventually you will begin writing and scattering the stories over the island to reinforce the memetic containment. You will do this until you die. Occasionally some people "snap out of it", but not many. If you do, come to the lighthouse and use the flare gun. A team will be sent to extract you and a new applicant will be sent in as soon as possible as your replacement.

This is a great thing that you do. We are continuing to use popular movies in an attempt to "poison" Trombley, but it may not be possible, or it may take decades or even centuries of crafting an image in the minds of millions to have an effect on him. We hope, with time, it will be successful. In time, perhaps the quonset manager can finally rest. We don't know.

If you are still willing to proceed, sign and date at the bottom of this form, and the agreed upon payment will be transferred to those you have listed as your beneficiaries.

Do you feel the howling wind?

Do you hear the crunch of snow?

Do You Sense The Lengthening Darkness?

He's stronger than ever before and we don't know why. We have to buy more time. Every moment is a life. Every step is a prayer. He cannot let prey go free. We can use that against him.

We know the darkwalker's name. The glyphs are part of the story. We bind him with a line of fate. We write our story in blood for the ink has run dry. The web no longer holds. We are stretched to the breaking point.

Keep moving. Always keep moving.

Do not believe in miracles.

Rely on them.