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For he on honey-dew hath fed, and drunk the milk of paradise…

30 July

Finally! The Prof’s translator has answered his messages, seems he has just come back from Ibiza. I scanned in the documents and sent them via one of the Nerds’ convoluted email routes. He says he needs some time to work through it as it is easy to misread. We are going to give him some space to get on with it…

Dave has translated all the German stuff and the Prof is now playing, What the fuck does that mean? with the transcript. Good on him. It’s a fucking good job that the Uni has broken up for summer, and also that he is a sad loner with no family life. Bless.

We owe the Russians. They are pretty cool in a, We have drunk way too much vodka, kind of way about the lost diving gear but we do feel bad that we had to ditch it, and also the possibility about someone tracing it to the Ruskies. They don’t seem bothered and say that there are always Russian boats lurking around the coast of the UK and stuff is always washing up. The Monkey still wants to make it up to them though so it could either mean one hell of a piss up or he is going to kill someone of their choosing…

1 August

The Tibetan writing is basically a warning. All sorts of dire shit about not getting the finger wet and not feeding it after midnight. Not really, but rather a lot about the finger being from a god demon who walked the earth around the time of Kublai Khan. The god demon laid waste to anything that got in its way until it was eventually trapped by the Bon shaman who sealed it in a temple made of volcanic glass high in the Himalayas. The finger is all that remains, but the finger has mad powers. The warnings are very nonspecific, but they do say that it is powerful enough to warp space and time and possibly change the course of history…

And the German bit? Well, the Prof has managed to crack the cypher (he is very good at what he does – nerd) and it all seems to be orders instructing the SS officer who was obviously on board and his men to get the monkey finger to London and let the monk on board with them do his business. Doesn’t go into detail what that business might be but knowing that the finger has the potential to alter history it’s not that much of a stretch of the imagination to think that Hitler was desperately attempting to change the outcome of the war…

The Monkey is intrigued by the idea that this could be a bit of a previous incarnation. None of the stuff we have says how to use the finger, that part of it was probably the sole domain of the monk, but maybe the Green and Red can give us some ideas. Not entirely sure that letting The Monkey loose with something that can change history is a good idea but what the fuck do I know?

We are playing a drinking game of the Prof’s. The Nerds look a bit nervous. There is a massive cloud of cigar smoke hanging over the table which is covered in shot glasses. Hurray! A booze version of Russian roulette…

3 August

That was a pretty epic drinking game. Woke at four in the morning, hanging off the sofa, to find Tony slumped in the corner with the monkey finger pushed up his nose. I seemed to remember some sort of forfeit – this was confirmed later by the others. The Monkey was asleep on top of the bookcase and the girls were curled up together on the sofa behind me. The other Nerds and the Prof were skydiving on the carpet. There was lots of snoring. I got a fit of the giggles, crawled back up with the girls and went back to sleep…

The sorcerers from the Green and Red Society got back to us. Seems there is a whole raft of myths and legends regarding Shambhala which mention the god demon and his glass prison, and the finger. They are not sure of the method used to fuck about with space and time but there are several other hinted at properties, one of which is that the finger acts as a sort of lodestone when in the presence of occult power objects and will point towards them. They think that one reason the finger was being taken to London was to locate one of the ancient magical objects of the Tuatha Dé Danann – the Dagda’s Cauldron. Now I don’t know much about this Eastern stuff, but I know a bit about Celtic mythology. The Dagda’s Cauldron was supposed to be bottomless and would feed all who ate from it until they had all had their fill. Also, and a lot more relevant to the German war effort, the bodies of killed warriors dropped into it were reborn as undead soldiers under the control of the owner of the cauldron. Fact or fiction – I don’t know anymore but the Monster Highs think it is quite possible. The Monkey thinks we need to take the finger to London and see what happens. What’s the worst that could happen…

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