This man has stumbled across something fantastic. Monsters. It did not begin all at once, the odd mutation here, an extra arm there, but soon it became something much more. As he found more, he became more enamored by what he saw. As he sought out more remarkable and dangerous beasts, his humanity began to be left behind. The exiled man turned mad scientist would not, nay, could not be stopped, for in his heart was only morbid curiosity and utter fascination. His journals tell the tale of his discoveries, of his life. These are the last remaining journals of the great, and terrible, Mathew Moore. "If Icarus were blind"