Log Entry: 200.2400
Analysis continues. The biological anomalies, designated “Players”, remain the primary focus of my research. Their persistence is…remarkable, if irritating. Their respawn mechanics continue to present a fascinating, if protracted, puzzle. Decryption times for each instance vary wildly; some require mere weeks, others demand decades of sustained observation and magical calculus. This is inefficient, but necessary. The variables—their essence, their quantum entanglements, the precise circumstances of their termination—are proving endlessly complex.
The current state of affairs is… suboptimal. The “Players” have demonstrated a persistent, if ultimately futile, pattern of aggression. Their attempts upon my physical form, while easily dismissed, are a drain on resources. The organization employing me, or perhaps more accurately, containing me, is no less tedious. Their directives regarding the Players are maddeningly simplistic. They exhibit a profound lack of understanding regarding the nature of the subject material. "Destroy them faster," they repeatedly demand. As if the principles of necromantic recursion and life-force transference were a matter of mere expediency. They hurl capable soldiers and advanced technologies at me, desperate to accelerate the process. The net effect, I must conclude, is negligible. Their impatience is… grating. It was infinitely preferable to govern a planet, than to be entangled within this bureaucratic morass.
It is clear, however, that this situation presents both a problem and an opportunity. These Players are not stagnant. Their capabilities improve with each resurrection. Their innate nature is such that they absorb energy, be it experiential or, in a more literal sense, through the transfer of vital essence. This is a crucial, and previously underutilized, variable.
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The solution is…elegantly simple. I shall bring them under my direct control. I have drafted a comprehensive contract, subtly crafted into the arcane matrices that govern my spectral formations. This contract shall offer them employment within my mercenary band. In return for their services, I shall receive not merely their loyalty, but a percentage of the life force they leech with each encounter. A subtle siphon, undetectable by their limited perceptions. This arrangement will accomplish several critical objectives:
1. Elimination of Bureaucratic Interference: Through this force, I will extricate myself from the constraints of the organization and its irritating mandates. I will command, rather than be commanded.
2. Accelerated Player Development: The Players, under my direction, will develop their inherent potential faster than their current trajectory. This will inadvertently speed up the collection of all necessary data.
3. Controlled Resource Acquisition: The siphon, operating discreetly, provides a secondary, and self-sustaining, energy source. This will greatly bolster my own arcane capabilities.
I am now, effectively, creating my own personal laboratory, filled with subjects who are simultaneously a resource and a subject of ongoing research. The situation is rapidly approaching a state of… optimization. This should prove to be most… insightful.