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Day 1,297

Three days.

That's how long it took to get to the heart of London, to Parliament itself and to the hive-mind behind every major political move that Britain has made since the Brythonic tribes merged in the 10th century. Us commonfolk didn't even notice until it was too late to do anything but leave the country.

The news stopped reporting on political events slowly - not so slowly that we would become suspicious but just slowly enough that thoughts of the government and the elections faded from most minds. We made it so very easy for the creature to sink its roots into the very minds and souls of our leaders.

It's controlling the news too somehow, we have no way to tell what's real and what's a careful fabrication designed to keep us numb and content. We don't even know who it's controlling, how or why. We don't even know if it's one of many or if it's alone.

For all we know we could be the last free humans hiding in the Highlands, on the Isle of Man, in the bays of the Hebrides with no way to know if we are safe until we see our loved ones start heading for the capital, for the core of the creature that has us all held prisoner.

If you're reading this then all we're asking is that you burn it.

Just burn it all down.

Stop the growth.

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