GHOST/Head West

Survivors: rise up.
I must not fear.

Fear not the Dead or their ilk.
Fear is the mind-killer.

Leave your comforts behind.
Fear is the little-death

Leave your malls. Leave your bastions of solace.
that brings total obliteration.

Head west.
I will face my fear.

To Dunell Hills. To Roywood. To New Arkham.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.

Snooze strong.
And when it has gone past

(Exhausted, you can go no further.)
I will turn the inner eye to see its path.

And if you follow the path that few have walked before
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.

Join us. We're GHOST.
Only I will remain.

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