/run files.<mengsk.awakening.logentries>

[CinnamonStickk]

: : : The following entries were recorded on an unidentified neural network. The files you are viewing have been granted to you via the hacker that goes under the alias "Mengsk". : : :

: : : It is unclear why such a shady hacker is sharing personal entries at this time, perhaps he will elaborate some time in the future. Maybe not. : : :

>>> Run <log.entry1>
>>> Starting Decryption Process . . .
>>> Decryption Complete
>>> WARNING! File Is Being Tracked
>>> Calculating Network Strength 0%. . . . . . . . . .100%
>>> Signal: STRONG
>>> Playing Video File On Main Monitor . . .





*A hooded man appears on the screen, the lighting shielding his identity from view.*

"I do not wish to be contacted, this is merely a polite warning to anyone I have deemed worthy enough to view.
Do not fear, I am not being malicious in any sort. In fact, if you have this log, I admire you in one form or the other.
But don't mistake this as some strange form of flattering,
I am being deadly serious when I say that if any of you cross me, I will take everything you hold dear in Sirius away from you."

*Mengsk shifts upward, revealing his mouth and cheeks for a brief moment. In that short movement,
you notice he has a scar running down from his left eye, traces of burn marks were also visible on the left side of his face.
He moves his head back into the darkness.*

"As you have probably guessed, my name is "Mengsk", hacker and infiltration expert.
Many of you think that I am some sort of militant or vigilante,
but I am none of those. I do the things I do on a strict moral code
I hold dearly in my heart. And for that reason I have
decided to record these entries, a kind of log. For now, I wish to be kept as anonymous
as possible so the name "Mengsk" will suffice until I think
it's time for my games to come to an end."

*The man pauses for a moment, he looks to the right of the screen before turning back to face the camera head on.*

"I consider this little log a preaching ground for my "fans".
I believe that my morals and knowledge should be shared with
the general public of Sirius instead of being aggregated into the hands of the corrupt and wealthy of this galaxy.
Nothing is more powerful than the ideals than the populace.
We have all seen this power being exercised in public riots in every part of the sector.
People fighting for what they deem right or wrong."

*He laughs eerily at the camera before continuing.*

"I have seen all the secrets this galaxy holds from one another, what plans everyone has.
Plans, and the plans within them, nothing is private from me.
Transmissions, net logs, data entries and files of every kind,
I can access them all from this very spot.
The value and power of all this information I cannot calculate,
the amount of threats and attempts on my life I have received are also innumerable.
I have had offers from every major house in Sirius, but none
of them realise that what I have is not for sale or misuse.
This is all for justice."

*Mengsk leans closer to the camera, even without seeing his eyes you can still feel him staring at you through the screen.*

"I know exactly what this galaxy is. Everything about it. I'm 20 steps ahead of everyone that lives in it.
I can predict the actions they all take before they even think about taking them."

*He leans back in his chair and scratches his chin, more scars and burn marks are visible on his hand.*

"I am not a military man, the best I can do is show-and-tell, change peoples opinion and open their minds."

*Mengsk reaches around the camera.*

"Again, this is not a threat of any kind. Consider this log an awakening.
With each entry, I unlock your minds until you fully comprehend the situation. Expect to hear from me again.
Mengsk out."

*And with that, the screen turns to black.*

>>> . . . End Of Video File
>>> Signal Terminated
>>> "MENGSK" Saved Under Contacts
>>> ATTENTION! Tracking Software Detected!
>>> System Override Accepted
>>> Software Enabled By Administrator "MENGSK"

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"Who?...Me? I'm just a harmless Freelancer; A free spirit, a feather in the wind, a wan- Oh. The Cardamine. I'm holding it for a friend."