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February 2nd
I have found myself in a mild perdicament. My intelligence has proceeded to backfire upon me - or so I'd rather like to think - the machine. I have started this journal so that I may write about my progress.
So far all I have to report is immense pain. As when a hawk's wing is zapped by electricity, there are several marks upon my body that have been placed white. I have had to wrap these places up, for a static charge has been emitting from them, causing anything I go near a sharp shock. I have yet to test my theories of these marks to the fullest.
Other noteworthy changes would be involved in my sheer physical appearance. Apparently having my feline companion within the room, a feral friend, someone how offset my original plan. I had wished to use the machine to fix an old set of bones, restoring them to their original shapes. Unfortunately, it seems to have traced Phantom's form to mine. I do not wish to revert back, I would like to know everything I can about this new form.
I now appear in a lynx like appearance, with oddly blue eyes, void of pupil or retena. Feeling rather naked, I proceeded to pierce my ear, having to wrap cloth about it to cease some of the electric flow. A pair of boots now dons my feet, made of a fake rubber like material so as not to conduct electricity. Digging through my old drawers I found a halter top and skirt that fit for the meantime, slightly more revealing than I would have appriciated, but it will do for the meantime.
Sincerely, Drydhen
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