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Its true name removed from all records, this horror is among the most perverse on campus. A cruel intellect bent on carnage and feeding the ever-growing mystery that is the Evergreen State College. To die at its whim is to know true death.

Monikers: Old Death, King of Corners, the Great Dish

Diet: Animavore

Size: ???

Weight: ???

A horror too great for this plane, it was banished from this reality thanks to the combined efforts of the reformed Evergreen Mystery Society, the Grand Nipleites of Milk Rat, the Green Coven & Den-less who had been using the Evergreen woods. Records regarding the awakening and sealing of the King of Corners have either been snatched or trashed, if we are to believe they even existed. All that remain are loose warnings, cryptic prophecies, and scribblings.  Members of the underground community have tucked away these scraps of madness, in case they hold some unforeseen value. Instead of interpreting this puzzle for you, dear readers, I have decided to lay bare what I have gathered so you may come to your own conclusions. 

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(A poem from the Green Covens archives)

[The Green Coven, while not avid archivists, are smart enough to stash away whatever secrets trickle into their hands. I was able to acquire this poem after striking a deal with the Evergreen chapter.]

-Evergreen’s Crown-

Born of nothing

So is its gift

Sire of nothing

So is its grift

A key to each lock

A door that’s left shut

Why press our luck

After this terrible rut

A well of power

Not one we can swim

Fall in and cower 

Your fate its whim

Death’s own reaper

Don’t tempt its keeper

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(A transcribed interview by the Evergreen Mystery Society)

[The original Evergreen Mystery Society transcribed all interviews in case a backup was ever needed. During this troubled time in their administration, members' names were expunged from all records to avoid potential future persecution.]

01/07/1986

S1-Thivel is innocent... Thivel is nice! No bad, good! good!

I1-████-My god, this bitch really is off her rocker. Guess they don’t call her the Mad Dog for nothing. 

M1-██████-We have had teams run into her before and she never showed any signs of being violent.

I1-████-Shut the fuck up, ████, this is an interrogation, not some fucked up sharing circle. People are dead, act like it.

S1-Thivel clean... okay not clean but no blood. Wolf just hunt small game, no people, the wolf scared of people.

M1-██████-Yo, I don’t think she’s lying, she’s been totally cooperative. 

I1-████-For fuck’s sake ████, if I want your input I’ll ask for it. I have been carrying this sad excuse of an operation since my brother died. So I think I know what I am doing better than some punk freshman that hasn’t seen shit. Get the hell out of here before I put you on inventory duty.

[M1-██████ exits interrogation room]

I1-████-Finally. That ditz has me up to here. Now Thivel, why did you murder those people?

S1-Thivel witness. The wolf had left and Thivel heard loud horn, like train  but... different. It hurt Thivel’s bones, they shook and quaked like small rabbits trying to escape Thivel’s flesh. 

I1-████-So you’re blaming a train? Are there even trains in these woods?

S1-No no no, not train, Thivel hear it laugh. The screams, Thivel can’t forget the screams, they die slow, it wanted it to be slow.

I1-████-Okay cunt, then why didn’t you just run? Why stick around? Your story isn’t really making sense.

S1-Thivel was so scared even wolf was scared, Thivel could feel it. Thivel froze, no pack, no wolf, so scared. It saw, Thivel knows it saw, but it liked it, liked Thivels fear, the wolf said so. It know it catch Thivel, eventually it catch all but for now, it play.

I1-████-I’ve heard enough. Put the bitch down. 

M2-████-Won’t her pack come looking for her?

I1-████-You can hardly call the Den-less a pack. She herself said she has no pack. If they do show up by some miracle we can just kill them too. It’s no mystery; one way or another Evergreen’s horrors are going to be solved.

/Target terminated/

/Mystery #102 “Mad Dog” marked as solved and archived/

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(A warning carved out by Milk Rat cultists)

Many of the teachings of Milk Rat can be found scribbled in wood or concrete. I would however recommend you not put all your faith in what walls have to say.

Down here among her great works lies a danger long sealed. Fear not the small paths, but go not where the milk runs. Let the fifth nip guide you, for not even Milk Rat can protect you from the Great Dish.

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(Den-less carved memorial)

[A rare find, Den-less are not ones for records and only have a loose affiliation to the campus. As they are mostly just nocturnal visitors, it’s hard to find any evidence of their existence outside of wild stories told by the fire.] 

To those who have been forgotten, we honor you. It took your faces, it took your legacy, it took your soul, but your sacrifice remains. Nobody will ever know who you are or what you did, but the Den-less of Evergreen swear to protect what you fought for.

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(Letters shared)

[The person who shared these letters with me has barred me from discussing their origin or acquisition.]

[08/12/████]

I heard a train in the woods today. I thought we failed but maybe that’s what it wanted us to think. There are four empty rooms in my house, but I am the only one living there. I can’t possibly afford the rent, how can I have even been paying for it? I think we made a mistake.

-Michael

[09/08/████]

I translated the book, nothing can contain it; it was barely contained to begin with. What we have set in motion was inevitable. We will not be spared, we were tools, we are not special.

-Jennifer

[09/10/████]

Bullshit, if we are the ones who let it out, then we can put it back in. Mail me the book, or even better come back; we can fix this. It’s getting harder to remember things, but there is still time.

-Michael

[09/29/████]

You don’t understand; you never did. This thing isn’t flesh and bone, if it wants you dead then you will die. There is no fighting this, just trying to last as long as we can. Even if we managed to trick it somehow, it will get out again, we would be putting a tarp on a bear. If I want any hope of living just a little longer, I’ll need the book. 

-Jennifer

[10/03/████]

I won’t pretend I can fight this on my own, but I am not giving up either. Time is on our side, if I can keep it from breaching the tree line I know there is hope. Mail me if you change your mind. Keep these letters in case it gets me. I would like to be remembered in some way. Who knows how many we’ve already lost.

-Michael

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(A warning recovered)

[Potentially left behind by one of the core members of the reformed Evergreen Mystery Society, this warning was well distributed, and is now in the hands of several people across factions]  

I could feel its power grow as I wandered its domain, like a pulsing heart growing bolder. It’s impossible to tell if I went in alone or am the sole survivor of a tragedy, but I can only go forward now. It took on many forms as if it itself was uncertain of what it was. One second a ferocious hound, the next a rotting mountain. All echoed out a horrible ear ringing call, a plea beyond my understanding. 

It spoke to me, told me of sins, stars, and slumbering secrets. It craves the unknown; feeds not to live but to create plot holes, errors in the continuity, a story with no beginning. It called me a seamstress, a weaver of its work, a defiler of divinity. It told me our time was at an end, that weavers had muddied its work, and that our strings would be cut. 

It relished in my fear. I believe it only let me live so I could propagate it, and loosen our resolve. It cannot be allowed to roam free, to leave that door open is to invite a sea of perpetual enigmas. Do not fall for its temptations, it will leave you hollowed, a mystery to your very self.

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Like many Evergreen horrors, reality lies not in the known but the unknown. Only by skimming the edges of oblivion can we give these ghouls a face. To go any deeper is to forfeit sanity.