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#but basically if you've ever seen or played Amnesia The Bunker then you've got an idea of how their trip will go
radioactivepeasant · 8 months
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This is technically part of the overarching Sons of Spargus universe, set between Jak 3 and Jak X. It's just an outline right now of a short horror fic with the working title Lightless Deep, featuring Jak being placed in command of a fairly doomed expedition into a sunken Precursor city similar to the one in TPL.
The inscription on the wall was deep, but crude. Not engraved, like most Precursor artifacts, but scratched or hammered into the metal of the torn bulkhead. Done quickly, and by the look of it, desperately. One of the monks traced his fingers over it and nodded solemnly.
"It is a warning against those who dwell in darkness," he said.
Jak curled his lip. "It's grafitti," he scoffed, "And that's not what it says."
The monk started to retort before remembering who he was speaking to. "With...respect, young prince," Resh said through gritted teeth, with anything but respect, "The Precursor language has been my area of expertise for decades."
Jak was nonplussed. "Yeah, and you people write your subjects before your predicates." He shrugged. "Old school Precurian text is the other way around."
He decided not to mention that this was why he could barely do more than write his name in the modern parlance. Instead he lifted his light a little higher and decided to show off. Just a little.
"It says "Come not near me, o you Pale One, from your depths where you lie dreaming."
Something nudged at the back of his mind like a half forgotten warning. Jak shook the creeping sensation off.
"Go down and be buried in the lightless deep, and be confounded by shadows for eternity.""
Daxter shuddered and drew his vest a little closer around him. "You know you two probably activated some ancient curse, right?"
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