Today began as countless had before it. The skies were bright, Snipes fluttered aimlessly about, and the Strangers did Stranger-esque things. I, a law-abiding citizen of Haven, was on my way to the auction house which mysteriously appeared overnight for some reason. Intent on selling the rare and valuable materials I had accrued there, I was suddenly interrupted by a textual data transmission from my brony Helstar. He unassumingly requested that I reposition my molecules (which I can barely hold together sometimes) within the range of his (x, y, z) coordinates (a process that the 'hip' and 'hop' adolescent knights of our realm often refer to as 'joining'; my apologies if this mention of the silly young ones' lingo has induced contemptuous head shaking).

After materializing in front of my compatriot and guildmate I began to realize that I hadn't done the aforementioned thing at all. No, instead I was face to face with an age-old nemesis... An ancient fiend from my dark, mysterious past so terrible that no words except for somewhat obscure ones you might have to look up in a thesaurus could sufficiently convey its enormity. That beast, that monster, that Frankensteinian devil was none other than...

The ground.

Hesltar and I previously encountered this otherworldly terror on one of our routine trips through the clockworks. The moment my not-a-band-reference-named buddy joined me at the outskirts of the Royal Jelly's palace IT appeared. Invisible, intangible, and capable of swallowing entire knights whole, the gruesome geist made quick work of my dear friend... Gad... How I shudder upon remembrance. Instinctively, I panicked and captured a visual of the scene which was instantaneously relayed to galactic command aboard the Skylark. I had hoped to obtain some sort of intel on this life form, a support team, anything to save Halster from this horrible fate... But my only response from above was cold, dead static.

To this day, the initial report has gone unanswered. If anyone is genuinely interested, it can still be viewed by any knight with authorization to use communication terminals. Here's the access code:

http://forums.spiralknights.com/en/node/9602

Yes, it was truly disheartening seeing Heallstr being devoured without having a chance to repay the 100 ce he owed me. But before I could shed a robotic tear (which, in all likelihood, could be used to craft an ornamental sword or handgun), a nondescript miraculous event occurred which freed him from the apparition's jaws. As the entity fled into the vacuum of space, (which is sort of like a frontier, in a lot of ways. And you know, to our knowledge there isn't a lot beyond space to discover, establish fast food chains in, and all that jazz. I guess this makes it a sort of 'final' place which can be explored, perhaps even in ways which might be bold? So see, it's similar to a frontier in that sense) something deep inside my gut told me that we hadn't seen the last of it (truthfully, we hadn't seen it at all since it was invisible. Maybe my gut isn't very good at foreshadowing after all).

Sure enough, the creature is back! I mean, that was mentioned a whole two or three blocks of text ago, but now the dramatic buildup is sufficient. And these punctuation marks help express a sense of urgency! For goodness sakes, the thing is stalking about Haven in search of helpless knights! It's already re-devoured (I assume it's bovine-ish in nature, having multiple stomachs to ease the digestion process) Helstra and might take more innocent victims if we don't do something fast!! (<-- double urgency)

Now, witness (or don't; it's invisible) the monstrosity and weep for Hlesatr! Weep, and build within you the rage to stand against this sadistic specter! Take up arms against this gaseous ghoul! Please hurry and be impassioned, I've already overdone it with the alliteration!

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Here I (Hirus) verbally address the being while in a state of revelatory shock; having my former memories of it flood back was a pretty nightmarish trip. Just the thought that I could have lost 100 ce that day... Brr. Also, notice how Ehlstar can still communicate with me even though his corporeal form has been snacked upon. Methinks the creature is like that massive spiky pit in the sand from some movie with stars and cosmic battles, where it digests you for 1000 years or so. Opinions? Should I even know about that movie given my current frame of reference, and if so how?

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Only after having his metallic flesh torn from his somehow audible spirit does my poor pal Hlstear 'remember' the creature as well. Furthermore, he appears to be delusional from the pain of being eaten alive, judging by the casual inquiry of 'How's it going?' (Herstal) directed at the banshee. Meanwhile, a spectator unaware that an imperceptible space demon is within body-absorption range (he's the dapper gent on my right) is deriving some sort of childish glee from it all.

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In this closing snapshot, I promise to rally an adequately large resistance force to help Hlesrat escape from the clutches of the behemoth. And here I am, begging the denizens of Haven to cease idling in the streets and heed my words before it's too late. Oh, and it's almost lunchtime.

I believe that this hostile entity from elsewhere can be subdued with our combined efforts. Please, please make haste! I can't bear the thought of losing my friend or the newly-earned ce I lent him again!

Thank you for your time. I am anxiously waiting for responses.