{
    "username": "Draglorr",
    "modname": "LORE",
    "version": "4.0",
    "logs": {
        "0": {
            "name": "Yomama",
            "text": "Date: February 28, 2187.\nIt's my first day on the job, working for the Company. Can't say i wanted to be here, gathering scrap off abandoned exomoons, but I didn't have much of a choice. The world is unkind to those in poverty with no family to support them. When you have to commit things such as petty thievery not to go to sleep hungry, it's even harder. If anyone else somehow finds this, my name is Henry.\n\nI was desperate, but now I'm wondering if this was such a great idea. I'm here to hopefully make a better future for myself and get that monetary payout that is promised at the end of the contract. Why am I writing this, when I don't normally like to write? I don't know, I guess just to vent or make myself feel bet\n",
            "moon": "105 Timbrance",
            "position": {
                "X": "-999",
                "Y": "-999",
                "Z": "999"
            },
            "rotation": {
                "X": "0.000",
                "Y": "0.000",
                "Z": "270.000"
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        },
        "1": {
            "name": "Introducing Belle",
            "text": "Date: February 28, 2187\nHi! I saw Henry writing on the terminal and decided I wanted to as well, before going to sleep. Document our experiences and also just help get what I'm feeling out there, rather than bottle it all up. Let me introduce myself. I’m Belle, the apparent leader of this squad. No one else wanted to do it, and I mean every team needs a leader right?\n\nI’m barely even an adult, just turned 18 last week, and yet here I am, first day on the job. I never wanted to be here. I wanted to be a gardener, Not collecting garbage on far-flung moons. My drunkard parents manipulated me and forced me to sign up. Said it “would be good for me”, I would “gain experience” and that this was a great way for me to be “useful”. I shouldn’t have let them coerce me and play with my emotions. They forcibly made me sign the forms and didn’t even let me read them in their entirety. Before I knew it they were already shoving me out the door. They just want me to pay for their gambling debts with my hard work. Well, no more!! Let me tell you, they won’t see a single freaking CENT of my paycheck! Once I'm done with my contract, I'm going far away to start a better life!!\n",
            "moon": "220 Assurance",
            "position": {
                "X": "73.30",
                "Y": "27.24",
                "Z": "-37.82"
            },
            "rotation": {
                "X": "2.68",
                "Y": "259.59",
                "Z": "252.69"
            }
        },
        "2": {
            "name": "Rest of the Crew",
            "text": "Date: March 1st, 2187.\nIt’s Belle again! I don’t think Henry is gonna write anymore entries, so it’s just me now. I should probably introduce the rest of the crew, besides myself.\n\n1st is Henry. He doesn’t like to talk much but from reading his entry, it seems like he didn’t want to be here almost as much as I don't. He’s kind of rough, but overall seems to be a decent enough person.\n\n2nd is Amelia, she’s cool and friendly. Really good with technology, apparently did some hacking and worked as a technician. Said she was here because she  \"really needed the money and was in deep crap with some dangerous people” and then refused to elaborate.\n\n3rd is Nash. He is a huge tree trunk of a man covered in muscle with not so much in between his ears. He tried to pull open an unlocked door that simply needed pushed, and almost picked up what looked like a landmine because he said it might be a “flying saucer”. …Yeah. Apparently he was sent here for committing arson. Didn’t know that criminals were sent to work for this “Company”. No idea why these places have mines laid down in them, gotta watch our step.\n",
            "moon": "20 Adamance",
            "position": {
                "X": "81.58",
                "Y": "6.43",
                "Z": "51.99"
            },
            "rotation": {
                "X": "8.95",
                "Y": "1.10",
                "Z": "284.04"
            }
        },
        "3": {
            "name": "Compootr",
            "text": "Today hi nash here\nI sa bell writin in here and i wanted to play with it to. Can dis thing hera me? Is ther a persun in here i talkin too? That woyld be cool. Do they also hear voices teling to set fires to? I her them sometimes. No idea wher, but burning things is fun, good to use against bad mean places.  Pparently the beepy things on the ground are not flyin saucers. Bell say i would go BOOM if   i touchy, i no wan  that. Big guy s in tha hats at tha jail say that i be great fur this job. I am strong, gud at lift heavy thing s. It is fun. It been weird tho, i think i saw eyes in the dark today. Well, bye compootr! \n",
            "moon": "56 Vow",
            "position": {
                "X": "-31.68",
                "Y": "10.22",
                "Z": "-52.57"
            },
            "rotation": {
                "X": "0.000",
                "Y": "0.000",
                "Z": "270.00"
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        },
        "4": {
            "name": "At The Company",
            "text": "3/2/2187\nWell, we made quota. We routed the ship to what is apparently the Company’s main building. This place is kinda ominous, even if it’s completely safe. I looked over the fence, and there was just water, stretching on into the horizon. Seems the terminal was right about no land masses. We dropped off our scrap and this weird tentacle thing came out to collect it. What the heck?? \n\nI really thought we’d be getting paid real money for this, but apparently we are getting scrip in the form of “Company Credits”. The final big payout at the end of the contract better be in real money. But I guess at least we are getting anything at all. We ended up buying a survival kit and got a few flashlights, walkies and a random shovel?? Don’t really know why that's included? Maybe for bludgeoning those “monsters” Nash keeps talking about, honestly surprised he’s lasted this long, don’t want to be mean but he’s really not smart. Surprisingly enough, Henry and Nash seem to have really hit it off, they are getting along pretty well. As for the “monsters”, can’t say if they are real or not, but better safe than sorry? At least we get this entire day off until the next quota starts.\n",
            "moon": "71 Gordion",
            "position": {
                "X": "-27.20",
                "Y": "-2.64",
                "Z": "42.21"
            },
            "rotation": {
                "X": "0.000",
                "Y": "0.000",
                "Z": "270.0"
            }
        },
        "5": {
            "name": "Eyes in the Darkness",
            "text": "Date: March 4, 2187\nWe saw it. Me and Amelia. There were these white piercing eyes. Staring. Watching us from the shadows. I could feel a chill run down my spine. Then all of a sudden, there was this scary growling-shaking noise that bounced off the walls as the eyes started rapidly getting closer, revealing a black humanoid body with these spear things on its back in the dim lights of our flashlights. It was rushing towards us. My vision blurred as the adrenaline slammed into me and I panicked, grabbing Amelia by the arm and sprinting the other direction, screaming. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I looked behind me, and it was RIGHT THERE BEHIND US. I was having trouble breathing, my lungs burning from running so hard, my throat raw from screaming as I just kept going. \n\nSuddenly Nash was there with the shovel and he absolutely slammed that thing upside the head, swinging the shovel like a bat with a resounding CLANG! I finally decided to slow down and stop, my heart beating so hard it hurt. Nash kept beating the thing until it stopped moving. Nash was right about the monsters and he totally saved our ass.\n\n",
            "moon": "61 March",
            "position": {
                "X": "63.41",
                "Y": "7.06",
                "Z": "-38.72"
            },
            "rotation": {
                "X": "0.92",
                "Y": "0.15",
                "Z": "288.50"
            }
        },
        "6": {
            "name": "Who is Sigurd",
            "text": "Date: March 9, 2187\nSigurd. Who the hell is Sigurd? Whoever he is, he was apparently a pioneer in documenting a monster or two on the terminal, trying to give advice. He must have been stuck in this same craphole we’re in. Apparently, what we saw was called a \"Jester\", even though there was and still is no scientific record. That thing started playing some creepy distorted song, a HUGE SKULL popped out of it and then went absolutely NUTS AND CHASED US DOWN! It nearly got me. That was a nice panic attack afterwards,  it would've been nice to know that anytime before we encountered it and just thought it was a box with legs. I swear, more monsters are showing up on the moons, it’s really starting to unnerve me. You never know if they are creeping up behind you or not. Where are they even coming from?? You know how heavy some of this scrap is and how hard it would be to run with it?? Not to mention, the growing pressure of the quota, we might have to start going to riskier moons. I just hope we outlast our contract. I never even wanted to be here in the first place.\n",
            "moon": "21 Offense",
            "position": {
                "X": "53.11",
                "Y": "14.99",
                "Z": "-84.39"
            },
            "rotation": {
                "X": "0.000",
                "Y": "0.000",
                "Z": "270.000"
            }
        },
        "7": {
            "name": "Hidden Moons??",
            "text": "3/11/2187\nSo, Nash was being a big doofus and messing with the terminal after a long day, typing in random stuff, basically just letter barf. Thought it was some sort of \"game\" I guess? I don't really understand. And then the terminal lit up with words about routing to some place called “Embrion\"?? I managed to get Nash to move over before he kept letter barfing. Somehow the big guy managed to route us to a moon that wasn't in the moon list, but that the autopilot could still route to, basically via chance. But this makes me think, what else is the Company hiding from us? I don't like the implications of this…\n\nWe're gonna have to check this place out.\n",
            "moon": "602 Vertigo",
            "position": {
                "X": "28.55",
                "Y": "-30.44",
                "Z": "-105.02"
            },
            "rotation": {
                "X": "0.000",
                "Y": "0.000",
                "Z": "270.89"
            }
        },
        "8": {
            "name": "Nash",
            "text": "3/12/2187\nWe never should have come here. Maybe this moon was hidden for a reason.\n\nI should’ve brought that stupid stun grenade with me, even if it was heavy. Maybe it wouldn’t have changed anything, but at least he would’ve had a chance. And that face. I can’t get it out of my head. We were so close to the ship. So goddamn close. But those things were close to us too. I could hear their reverberating steps and wailing cries. And then he just gave up. Threw his life away so we could make it, distracting that giant metal abomination that chased after us. I hope to hell he thought it was worth it, ‘cause I sure don’t. Am I just supposed to move on like nothing happened? Like I didn’t just watch one of my own get grabbed and incinerated? I…I don’t know what to do. I just want to curl up into a ball and cry. He may have been simpleminded but that didn’t matter. He was a friend. Henry’s not taking it so well either, arguably worse than I am. He’s been yelling and screaming and crying. One thing’s for sure though, I’m going to make this heartless Company suck it.\n",
            "moon": "5 Embrion",
            "position": {
                "X": "-175.13",
                "Y": "9.55",
                "Z": "107.02"
            },
            "rotation": {
                "X": "0.000",
                "Y": "0.000",
                "Z": "270.0"
            }
        },
        "9": {
            "name": "Close Call",
            "text": "March 13, 2187\nI nearly got killed by a Thumper today. I was hauling some large engine back to the entrance when I heard this loud ROAR. I look behind me and see it racing towards me, toothy maw wide open. I try to run, but the engine is simply too heavy, I'm not fast enough. It’s many teeth dig into my skin before I even know it, extreme pain shooting up my leg. Blood spills everywhere. My blood. I fall over and drop the engine. The Thumper jumps on top of me and is about to give the finishing blow when I just barely manage to grab a stun out of my pocket, pull the pin and cram it into its open jaw. I managed to shove it off me and limp back to the exit while it was stunned, ears ringing.\n\nI swear I can taste blood, even if it’s not there. I’ve never been that close to death before… I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I’m paranoid all the time. Amelia showed us how the terminal works more in depth today to try and take our minds off things, it's an old piece of junk. Dozens of crews must have used it. Maybe with our next paycheck we can get some better equipment to help us get through this.\n",
            "moon": "90 Brutality",
            "position": {
                "X": "-42.50",
                "Y": "6.91",
                "Z": "53.42"
            },
            "rotation": {
                "X": "0.02",
                "Y": "0.000",
                "Z": "256.22"
            }
        },
        "10": {
            "name": "Nightmares",
            "text": "March 19, 2187\nIt’s been hard to sleep lately. I’ve been having nightmares, waking up in a cold sweat. It’s been making me feel tired all the time and occasionally irritable.\n\nOne time I scared Henry half to death because he said I apparently started screaming and squirming in my sleep one time. They aren’t always the same one either. It’s midnight and the ship is leaving me behind, alone, forever, stranded on some desolate moon, dread engulfing me. Or we don’t make quota and that tentacle thing at the Company building painfully rips me apart, screaming or I’m lost in the facility and my flashlight burns out, trapping me in the dark. I can see many different eyes in the darkness watching me, hear that creepy distorted song mixed with that ominous growling/leaf shaking sound but I can't move. I can’t run. A clawed hand reaches out of the darkness at me…\n\n",
            "moon": "85 Rend",
            "position": {
                "X": "25.44",
                "Y": "-9.52",
                "Z": "-86.21"
            },
            "rotation": {
                "X": "0.000",
                "Y": "0.000",
                "Z": "270.000"
            }
        },
        "11": {
            "name": "Stress",
            "text": "March 24, 2187. The quota just keeps going up and I am STRESSING THE HELL OUT. It just. keeps. going. up. Things are getting tight and they are only getting tighter! We've been going to some dangerous moons to try and grab enough garbage and meet the quota. And there are\nso\nmany\nmonsters. They are lurking in the dark. They are trying to get me. They are behind me. I can hear them... I can hear those leaf rustling sounds in my sleep. They want to kill me and I won't let them. There are these bloody mannequin things that keep trying to kill us when we aren’t looking, you just have to keep looking at them, leaving your back open for the other monsters. I won't end up like Nash...those screams…\n\nI know it's \"irresponsible\" and I'm supposed to be team leader and all that crap but this job is crushing me and Henry isn't looking much better. He has this hollow look in his eyes. I bought a TV with our funds. Something to drown out the screams and help me calm down I hope.\n\n",
            "moon": "7 Old Dine",
            "position": {
                "X": "-39.33",
                "Y": "-2.98",
                "Z": "-81.32"
            },
            "rotation": {
                "X": "9.27",
                "Y": "0.000",
                "Z": "270.0"
            }
        },
        "12": {
            "name": "Plan",
            "text": "4/01/2187\nIt’s been a whole month since we started… and yet there are 2 MORE before the contract is finished, like we’re gonna last that long. Fuck it. It doesn’t matter anymore. Henry committed suicide. I didn’t think it would end like this…His mind was slipping ever since Nash died but I didn’t think the poor guy would kill himself. Last time we saw him, he was sitting in front of the tv twitching, mumbling about how he was being watched and how the Company didn’t care about us. I should have done more. We found him in the morning, dead, laying in a pool of his own blood with drawings of eyes and the messages “THEY ARE ALWAYS WATCHING” and “NO ESCAPE” scrawled on the ship walls in blood. It’s both creepy and sad. Really goddamn sad.\n\nI feel like I’m starting to lose my grip on reality myself. I’m always looking behind me, I am hearing things that don’t exist, seeing things in the corner of my vision that aren’t there. So many people we cared about are dying around us, and what happens? The Company fines us for their death. We probably aren’t making the quota with only two of us. We aren’t gonna survive long enough to make it to that final payout, and even if by some hugely improbable miracle we made it, I think we’d be too broken to do much with it. I still have Amelia atleast though, she helps keep me grounded.\n\nWe aren’t going down quietly though. We found this strange machine underneath the platform on Gordion, with two empty power slots on it that look like an apparatus would fit into. No idea what it was meant for, but we’ll find out. We are gonna make the Company SUCK IT!!\n",
            "moon": "8 Titan",
            "position": {
                "X": "-53.68",
                "Y": "21.00",
                "Z": "-26.55"
            },
            "rotation": {
                "X": "0.000",
                "Y": "0.000",
                "Z": "270.0"
            }
        },
        "13": {
            "name": "It's Finally Over",
            "text": "4/03/2187\nIt was the final day of yet another quota today, one we wouldn't have been able to fulfill anyways. But it doesn't matter anymore!! We found out what that machine under Gordion does. We think it’s a drill. I started it! I finally fucking started it!! With shaking hands, we slotted in the power cores and it roared to life. TAKE THAT!!!\n\nNo turning back now. We’re never gonna see that final paycheck, and I hope the Company chokes on it. We ran, ran so fast back to the ship, laughing like maniacs. Who knows if the drill will really do anything, It’s been sitting there a long time, but it’s a message right?! That's all that matters!! Me and Amelia will be gone. GONE! She has some bullet wounds but I'll patch them up. She’s all I have left. WE WILL BE GONE FROM THIS MOTHERFUCKING PLACE FOREVER!! We are flying as far as we can. Amelia managed to hack into the ship’s mainframe and hijack it, said it was surprisingly difficult. Having a technician as a friend is amazing!!! They won’t catch us. They can’t. \n\nShe encrypted the logs and I spread them across the moons. They contain the truth of working for them! What they’ve done. What they still do. If you are reading this, please use this knowledge to take this soulless faceless asshole Company down a peg! PLEASE! There are 13 other logs to find, not including this one.\n\nWe’ll be hiding out on [ERROR], I hope. For the first time in many weeks, the future is looking brighter. Hopefully we can heal from all the trauma. This is Belle, signing out for the last time.\n\n",
            "moon": "68 Artifice",
            "position": {
                "X": "-14.24",
                "Y": "-3.92",
                "Z": "-74.09"
            },
            "rotation": {
                "X": "0.000",
                "Y": "0.000",
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        },
        "14": {
            "name": "Corrupted Helmet Footage",
            "text": "[VISUAL DATA CORRUPTED OR OVERWRITTEN, TRANSITIONING TO AUDIO TEXT TRANSCRIPTION]\n\n\"Dude, i can not believe we managed to find a freaking gold bar in that place!! We might actually be able to buy some good stuff after this.\"\n\n\"I know right? The luck is insane, who just leaves a solid gold bar laying around?\"\n\n \"It sure is heavy though......why did you stop?\"\n\n\"Oh shit.\"\n\n\"What is it man?!\"\n\n“The trees are moving! Something is stomping this way and I don't like it! Run man!\"\n\n*sounds of rapid footsteps and heavy breathing, loud thudding growing louder nearby*\n\"Dude, wait up!\"\n\n\"Holy crap, its right behind you! Drop the gold bar!\"\n\n*Heavy footsteps stop*\n \"OH SHIT!\"\n\n*growling sounds begin*\n\"ITS GOT ME!! THE TREE HAS ME!!\"\n\n *sounds of helmet being unlatched*\"Take this!\"\n *THUNK*\n\n*Distant sounds of screaming*\n*LoU&d ThUDd6in@1010101010101//[ERROR]\",\n",
            "moon": "1018 Monarch",
            "position": {
                "X": "52.33",
                "Y": "3.07",
                "Z": "-0.44"
            },
            "rotation": {
                "X": "341.36",
                "Y": "0.35",
                "Z": "267.85"
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        },
        "15": {
            "name": "This place is creepy!",
            "text": "Date: 3/07/2370.\nBrian here. We've been exploring this place, \"Psych Sanctum\" its called, since yesterday for scrap and good lord it is creepy as hell here. Apparently this was supposed to be a refuge for the mentally ill to get treatment and simply be a refuge when they were welcome nowhere else. \n\nWell it may have started as that, but let me tell you it was not that anymore for a long time before we found it abandoned. What they did to these poor helpless people is nothing short of despicable and horrifying. My hair always stands on end here and I swear I can hear their anguished screams at the edge of my hearing sometimes. My crew mates say I'm just hearing things. I just hope we can leave soon.\n\nAtleast there's an outhouse here and you can pull down your suit without dying due to the breathable atmosphere. Finally a damn place to use the restroom!! And no, we are not paying for that overpriced toilet in the terminal store when we can't afford it and we should have just been given one anyways!\n\n",
            "moon": "111 PsychSanctum",
            "position": {
                "X": "47.76",
                "Y": "-0.93",
                "Z": "41.67"
            },
            "rotation": {
                "X": "0.000",
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        },
        "16": {
            "name": "Our First Day",
            "text": "Date: February 28, 2187.\nIt's my first day on the job, working for the Company. Can't say i wanted to be here, gathering scrap off abandoned exomoons, but I didn't have much of a choice. The world is unkind to those in poverty with no family to support them. When you have to commit things such as petty thievery not to go to sleep hungry, it's even harder. If anyone else somehow finds this, my name is Henry.\n\nI was desperate, but now I'm wondering if this was such a great idea. I'm here to hopefully make a better future for myself and get that monetary payout that is promised at the end of the contract. Why am I writing this, when I don't normally like to write? I don't know, I guess just to vent or make myself feel better.\n",
            "moon": "41 Experimentation",
            "position": {
                "X": "-38.73",
                "Y": "14.57",
                "Z": "-36.08"
            },
            "rotation": {
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