THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES
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- MAG133 - Case #9302706 - Percy Fawcett
Statement regarding their final expedition into the Amazon.
The Magnus Archives finds the story of a noted explorer on the trail of a mythical city, but whose encounter with some strange persons and personal tragedy led to abandoning the hunt.
Content Notes: Body horror, gun violence, temporal distortion, spatial disorientation, emotional trauma, death and dying
Starring: The Archivist - Jonathan Sims; Alice “Daisy” Tonner - Fay Roberts; Basira Hussain - Frank Voss
Writer: Jonathan Sims
Director: Alexander J Newall
Producer: Story Sylwester
Editors: Alexander J Newall, Elizabeth Moffatt, Brock Winstead
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The implication that all of the ancient historical explorers who died trying to find El dorado and other insane treasures were all controlled by the hunt is brilliant.
I mean they are hunting so- it makes sense
Daisy just power squatting in the corner while Jon makes a statement
Ty for making me laugh lmao
"we make bad decisions when we dont communicate"
"you literally jumped in a coffin without telling anybody"
*pause*
"case in point"
i have never laughed harder at this series jesus CHRIST jon
"He was tall."
Well shit, that's the biggest evil flag in this entire series.
I mean, Martin is tall too 👀
@@miratarnish6316 biggest evil flag in the entire series
@@commentersilrem3285 he would NEVER
Martin is a good boy
@@miratarnish6316 he is the one exeption
If they over 6'2, beware
I literally said to my friend, "I don't like Basira anymore. She reminds me too much of Gertrude" and then unpaused it and Jon IMMEDIATELY compared Basira to Gertrude and I'm still shocked about it.
Spooky
You used the power!
@@MarkWaner We're all little eyeballs in training.
"What do you think my least favorite part was?"
"Police brutality lawsuits?"
Ha!
Talk about a timely joke. XD
The way he said it was brilliant as well
Jon and Daisy's friendship is so soft I'm crying
Literally they have such an underrated friendship, literally the sillys
Gerry: Did Gertrude die peacefully?
Jon: ....No.
Gerry: Good
Basira: wow, goals! #girlboss!
Gerry wasn't happy about her dying like that cause he thought she deserved it, but because he thought she wanted it.
A dead horse?!
*pulls out beating stick*
James Mortimer I cant tell if I love or hate this joke asjkajkskajaaksss
No don’t
Beat it like a dead horse,
Beat it like a drum...
So jon's been in a coma for 6 months and Daisy's been in the Burying Coffin for EIGHT months!!!! ... Maybe thanks to him getting her out, he has one other person who can relate to being gone for so long.
I miss martin coming in and offering to make people tea, i miss him making statments and being less afraid of them, i miss tim and i want martin to be able to tell jon how he feels, i want basira to stop blaming jon for everything and i want her to stop being a bum, i want everyone to stop blaming jon and i want martin to stop isolating himself from everyone else bcuz he thinks its the best thing to do and that it'll keep everyone safe
My thoughts exactly!
Agreed on all counts
this is a horror story. i get where you're coming from but c'mon now, let's be realistic. if you want the characters to have a good time, horror/drama isn't exactly the right genre for that. at least not in the long run
@@rudybell7377 wanting the characters to just get better is like 80% of the appeal of horror for me
@@rudybell7377 we can hope if nothing else !!
wow everyone's ability to feel empathy besides jon has gone down the toileeeet
And he's not even that much of a human anymore
tbh when you take into account the fact that the team's ability to bond and empathize goes downhill *right* around the time Lucas and the Lonely become in charge of the archives it really starts to make sense
@@Maskami Especially when you consider how much each of them are intrinsically tied to the archives itself
At the archives you're either not fully human, or your trust is worn incredibly thin.
Frankly, being human is just a species. Being a person is the important thing. You could be a pile of mud but still be a better friend than a typical human. Helen, Jon, Vast!Michael. They are people, just not human. And only Helen seems to get that.
Basira was all about Daisy for so long and Daisy sounded like she really cared for Basira when she was stuck and now Basira is kinda being really dumb. Honestly Daisy has been to hell and she wants her to work harder? Lame
It sounds like Basira wanted her handy beatstick of my-hands-are-technically-clean violence back, not a person she had to look after.
"Not local man regrets bringing his son and his weird emo friend on the hunting trip. Now they're doing an occult ritual." Reads like an onion headline.
“She is just... lost”
Yep, that’s what happens when you go through extreme trauma. I can’t fucking believe that she left the woman who had spent 8 months in a hell-isolation prison by herself and then fucking gaslighted her for it. To say nothing about how she is treating Jon
How come Basira started as the best characters and is transforming into one of the worst
“Use me” oh Jon. Oh baby. People shouldn’t use you, you shouldn’t treat yourself like you are a tool
Im sure her change has something to do with the secret shit she is doing for / with Elias. Probably some power gripping her. That's whats my money on at least - shes always been pragmatic, but not to the point of cruelty.
@@americantoastman7296 I also think we are missing the most obvious factor of all: stress. Until John came back, Basira was the only one she knew of that was actively trying to fight or figure out a game plan for these entities. Tim was dead, Daisy gone, John in a coma, Martin not communicating or helping in any observable way, and Melanie was to angry to help unless you needed a murder spree. That effectively left Basira to fight 14 cosmic/psychic entities by herself.
Now John is back, but to be honest, she would be foolish to trust him. Every other avatar they have met serves their entity whole heartedly, if not being a literal manifestation of that entity's will on earth. And several have passed for humans perfectly. To trust John would be to risk her life and the life of everyone in the institute. I think Basira wants to trust John, but recognizes that she cannot afford to in case she is wrong. It is a terrible situation and she doesn't need to be as rude as she is about it, but it is the right call to make with the information she has. The only thing I would do differently would be, as he suggested, use John with the expectation that he could turn on you at any moment.
@@alexdillahunt6908I would agree… except she’s running around the world on Elias’ word. So… yeah.
Agree and feel like it's because of all the isolation they're going through 'cause of Lukas. I mean, to me it feels like their empathy is "shortcut" due to feeling more isolated and thus being more focussed on themselves in general. And because of all the frustration, hate, anger etc. boiling up even more because of that.
it's incredible how you and i can listen to the same podcast and have opinions so far apart
Did Barissa just BLAME Jon for his getting kidnapped? Are we going to ignore that??
another item in the long, long list of "things jon had no control over and yet keeps getting blamed for"
Filipa Maria Costa another fun episode in the “Everything is Jon fault specifically” show.
@@trucetruce335 Something tells me that the 'Everything is Jon's fault' show is going to have a very long season :P
@@Axius27 im in season 5 rn and you were right
@@trucetruce335 'Course I was, because the something I mentioned was spoilers :P
"I'd heard that the people living in the area were violent and distrustful."
*Immediately decides to bring son along.*
It occurs to me that Gerry's metaphors serves as a nice illustration of why the Hunt wouldn't want a successful ritual - in the world's current state, all 14 entities are forced to act as "hunters", having to wait for opportunities and pick and choose their targets, whereas a successful ritual would turn the world into a "factory farm", which is practically the antithesis of hunting.
jon needs a 4 hour hug :(
At least now Daisy seems to be on his side and Basira feels less... I don't know. She's guarded but now it seems to be les about Jon and more about her having her own secrets. And maybe Melanie's got what she needed out of her chest. Now if only Martin came returned...
Yes! Preferably by Martin
tiff tom they all need a 4 hour hug ):
jon mostly though yahsakkslf'slf
yeah**
By Martin yes
He had a 3 day hug. Kind of a tight one, though.
The irony that despite the fact he's actively turning into something inhuman, John is the one most displaying his humanity so far this season does not escape me. I mean christ, I'm no big Daisy fan, ACAB and all that, but you don't need mind reading to tell that thinking about seeing Basira again was what kept her sane for 8+ months, and when she gets back, Basira has the gall to call her a liability and dead weight? God, that's... really shitty. And not what I expected from someone who started out back in season 3 as like, the one chill person. Idk, it doesn't really feel like a well written development of her character? This Basira and the one we had pre Season 4 have basically nothing in common.
I think it makes sense. For solid six months, Basira was basically on her own. Tim and Daisey were gone, Jon was in a coma, Martin was actively avoiding her and Elias was locked up. The only real ally she had was Melanie, who was so angry that she could only really be relied upon for brutal murder. Basira was running show and the institute has been under siege that whole time. She's still a terrible person and really needs to get over herself, but I don't think it's crazy that being under siege from eldritch horrors for six months basically all on your own would drastically affect someone's world view.
@@screamingcactus1753 Yeah. But that doesn't mean you'll be a biggus dickus to your best friend/implied partner when they come back. You'd usually be thrilled to 1) have them back and safe with you, in a place where you control the context and 2) be happy that you won't be alone anymore since they're back and though they might need time to feel strong again, you know you can count on them.
It'd have been quite more realistic if Basira went overboard around Daisy, borderline freak control due to the fear of her being hurt/missing again....this one can only be thought as effect of the Lonely in the institute (much like Martin, Basira's distancing herself from others bcs she thinks they and her will be safer that way, would make sense as she's been losing so many people of late even if they come back) + the Hunt that she was already tainted with (seeking actiely to chase the dangers, seeing Daisy as liability since in her weakened physical state + allegedly hunt-less she couldn't keep up and even would be way too human; a lil good simmetrical detail to how at first Daisy was the unhinged one and didn't want Basira to know of the gravity of her actions nor participate in 'em...though she coated it in concern and a bit of self embarrassment, not dismissive coldness, which due to the analitical personality of Basira, makes + sense).
In this TedTalk I-
Ah yes.... The Statement that explained the Hunt so bluntly that I was dumbfounded by its simplicity. The Hunt isn't about the kill. It's about the chase. The Hunt is much more than looking for prey. It can be the search for LITERALLY ANYTHING. To make that thing "your own" or "a part of you". And is very much the point. The Hunt is variable. Flexible. Malleable. It can adapt to be the search for anything and anyone. So it stands to reason that Hunt ritual would make the world into the Hunt for *EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE* . An eternal hunt.
This is also a part of the revelation that... Well... Lets not get ahead of ourselves here...
Arif Hossain very smooth Arf.
The Opposing force is, of course, The WEB. The Web is laying a trap. Instead of chasing what you seek, you set the place and wait for it to come to you.
Hence the tendency of Spiders to get along well with the Archivist
Me, hurriedly searching for my keys: I am part of the Hunt now
@@alicepatton3040 you plannin on... fusin with the keys?...
Honestly an eternal hunt for something or other sounds kinda fun
Ugh Christ jon cannot catch a break with these people. They hate him because they blame him for all their problems, acting like he chose to sacrifice them or something, and then turn around and say he should be more like Gertrude because she was better at it. Like?? She literally got all her assistants killed in trying to stop the rituals and they like her, but jon trying his best to help everyone and they blame him for not being good enough? The actual hypocrisy
It's genuinely painful to listen to
wow basira ok uh...... jon brings back daisy and you're STILL not happy? or even showing minimal human empathy toward jon? why tho?!
Starting to not trust Basira.
Starting to dislike her
I don't like how now that Daisy is softening, Basira is getting harder. :(
Daisy just casually listening to our theater boy at the side:
👁️👄👁️
"The ritual that can never end"
So actually the Hunt doesnt want its ritual to succeed. Guess some of the Entities like the world how it is. I wonder how many of the rituals are a result of the drive of their avatars, and not the entities...
I mean how would the hunt change the world. It's nature needs to hide in the shadow and stock it's pray. It's current place. It was made to hide and pray on the stragglers and the alone
I haven't watched the rest of the series, but it seems like the End also has a pretty sweet deal, and I don't know what it could do to make its lot better. Literally everything capable of feeling fear will already eventually die, the only exceptions being people firmly in the clutches of one of the other entities. The End has basically already won.
That... makes a lot of sense. The Hunt's ritual being never-ending I mean. Because it's not about the end of the Hunt. It's about the chase, the thrill of the game. To end is antithetical to the hunt.
You tell 'em, Jon!
Basira: /evaluating her colleagues/ Don't trust you, don't trust you, you suck, fuck you in particular, aaaand nope.
Also Basira: Wow, I am really carrying you guys here, huh?
*
Basira: You know nothing, Jon...Sims! You've never been in this completely unique situation I found myself in!
Jon: /thinking back to the entirety of season 2 where nobody could tell him what was going on at all, there was a murderer on the lose, he was paranoid as fuck to the point where he couldn't eat not knowing what each and every one of his colleagues was doing at that particular moment, there was a monstrous doppelganger on the Archives staff and the police were, turns out, literally trying to kill him/ Riiiiiiight. /sips water slowly/ Toooooootally.
(I think Basira needs to cut down her interactions with Melanie a bit, bc that is not a good influence, I don't think)
*
Jon: You’re starting to sound like Gertrude.
Basira: Good. Far as I can see, Gertrude Robinson was the most effective person in this place.
Jon: /thinking back to Gertrude's most notable "effects" which include, but are not limited to, Gerry and Michael/ Suuuuuuuuure. /sips water slowly and nervously/ Veeeery good developments here. Yuuuuuuup.
I seriously think somebody needs to check my body for ghostly ammo that might be stuck in it, bc I get so angry at these guys constantly.
I just want Jon to be appreciated so desparately that all of this is seriously fucking with me.
Ahhhh I love your comment so much, ty!
@@-S.L. i definitely come to these comments to find other people who are protective of Jon and hate how he's being treated XD i need the camaraderie
I thought that maybe Jon SAVING DAISY would I dunno-show he can do something? I would suspect some appreciation for his help or something ugh >3
You have many valid points here but I would like to say my favorite part of this is using "materialized ghostly bullets in leg" as a legit excuse for violence lol
Percy and his son Jack.
Percy Jackson if you will.
Take my damn like and leave.
"Now it's all on me."
Ah, that's how Peter Lukas is getting to her. Lowkey helped by them pulling the bullet out of Melanie and her talk with Elias.
Everyone is going through the don't-trust-anyone-don't-have-sympathy-see-facts-not-emotions-phase of trauma processing that Jon went through in season 2 and it's awful... Which is to say I'm loving it
Since the first episode that explained the fears I've been operating under the assumption that The hunt already completed its ritual. All the the fears have to hunt for things in the world as it is as do almost all of the people and avatars
Daisy not wanting to be alone 😢
One thing i took away from this episode is that it kinda confirms that the hunt doeant want to perform a world changing ritual/wants to keep the world as it is. Can we just talk about that for a second?
I mean every time you search for something on the web or go shopping for something you really want, you're feeding it, and all the other entities need to "hunt down" people to feed on their fear. So it's a pretty good place for The Hunt! :D
God it feels nice to hear something about my country! liked how scary the woods were made to be, too. Even for an Englishman who believed a lost city existed and boohoo didn't like mosquitos. I was reeeally rooting for Curupira to pop out of the woods.
Realmente pensei por um momento que alguma figura folclórica ia aparecer✨
Só não sei se é possível andar de cavalo no meio da Amazônia
eu vi o título do episódio e a descrição e o meu primeiro pensamento foi ''MULA SEM CABEÇA''
Eu enquanto assistia isso: “pf diga q tem ao menos uma cobra de fogo, pf diga q tem uma cobra de fogo...”
Eu tô esperando algo por aqui desde que comecei a ouvir kkkkk até que enfim 👀
Kind of ironic that The Hunt seems to be hunting differently avatars/aspects of itself
Why would that be ironic? If both of them are always hunting each other, always hunting, never catching - never ending Hunt.
Can someone PLEASE be grateful to Jon for a change?! He's out here risking his life & well being on a constant basis and nobody gives a shit. Basira really pissed me off here... I understand Melanie, she's got a lot of trauma + ghost bullet- but Basira? Her acting like this just makes her, frankly, a terrible person. Who knows, maybe there's some fuckery going on with her too... I hope so, because if not it'll be hard for me to like her again.
I definitely think the Lonely is meant to be isolating everyone from each other, but god yeah it's still frustrating. I know it must be frustrating to have been the only one for so long, but that wasn't Jon or Daisy's FAULT, and they both also went through hell during that time. The efforts Jon went to to save Daisy were incredible and I hate that Basira just dismisses him so quickly. I get trust issues but you can be a little kinder to someone, even if you're not sure they're safe/reliable
Missed the chance to include Curipira in the story, he is a folklore creature that hunt hunters his ways to do it are by messing with trails making them disappear and creating new ones, creating noise, and gives people sudden fear too
Sounds kinda more like a spiral entity that targets the hunt touched
" Over in ralis tent I heard a sporadic thumping, or clapping sound" 😏
LOL I WASNT THE ONLY ONE TO NOTICE
LITERALLY THE FACE I MADE
The Hunt is weird... reminds me of Lord of The Flies story
so glad I'm not the only one who thought that it sounded a lot like LOTF 💀 Jack really do be a "Hunter" huh-
oH SH-- in-universe that book MUST have been a Hunt-influenced production.
I was thinking the same thing
Jack and Raleigh are boinking lol
-"you know what my least favorite part of a case was?"
-"police brutality lawsuit?"
It seems like a lot of rituals involve destroying a concept that keeps the fear from coming into our world. The hunt's being an end goal, the stranger's being knowledge
Jon "these statements always make me feel better, this is being a good friend" *sits down traumatized friend as a captive audience and reads scary stories to them*
I bet telling scary true stories also feeds the eye. I can't help thinking of satires of some of the classic horror hosts, one of them squealing with triumphant glee at being given children as audience.
I imposed on my boyfriend's family holiday and left his dad to die in the Amazon rainforest, AITA?
You know, everyone has problems with Daisy because she was a *Cop* and all that, but I think, at this point, she's going to be the last person besides Jon who is going to have empathy.
"I've been where you are"
"have you?"
Jon: _pulls out every season 2 supplemental tape and gestures angrily_
Man has actual proof and still no one believes him😂
Also I imagine Daisy was just T posing the entire ep
well at least it *looks* like jon and daisy are gonna have a friendship developing. also someone else in the comments pointed out that they have the similarity of being gone for a while
I'm from the north of Brazil and this statement made me so happy✨.
I cant believe Basira would just throw Daisy aside like that because shes suddenly not "usefull" what the fuck is happening?
Basira getting harder, Daisy getting softer. :( Much sads.
"Just ignore me, I'll stand in the corner" what a mood
idk man they're saying jons not human anymore but honestly he's trying his best risking his life to help them all :/
The Hunt is literally such a fun concept... fun to draw with
I didn't want to see Basira regress to the kind of person willing to cut innocent, good people off just because, in her opinion, they are "dead weight". Especially since Daisy is just trying to be more of a person. Better. And that's never a bad thing
is it so horrible that basira was hoping for someone she could rely on? 😭 jon is trying to be that person but he literally feeds an eldritch monster they dont understand. and remember, the only reason jon is this likable/has this much emotional allowance is because he has 3 seasons of being completely deranged under his belt
Jon is too funny. "The police brutality lawsuit?" I'm fuggin dead.
Basira saying the load was all on her fucking sent me, like, honey, what load???? The load of being the biggest bum in the archive? Or let me guess, the load of being the worst friend in the entire magnus institute?
Who would have thought, that one time Jon would be the voice of reason in that group :D
Daisy: omg i miss basira so much I love her so much I want to be a better happy person
Basira: not hunt avatar anymore? Fuck she's useless
I love all these flawed characters they are so fucking good
That was certainly an interesting take on the mystery of the disappearance of Percy Fawcett and his son and son's friend
Honestly I find it kind of difficult to be a fan of anyone in this show other than Jon. Like I guess they’re all supposed to be likeable but but they’re so mean to him and angry all the time for no reason that I’m having a hard time seeing what I’m supposed to like about them. I like Elias a lot, but that’s cause he’s evil and isn’t trying to be anything but evil lmao, so he’s fun to hear about. Martin’s also grown on me because he seems to be the only other level headed person when’s he’s actually around. I used to love Tim and it was so sad how angry he got, and although some of that was reasonable I still feel like he was being way too hard on Jon. Idk man, I just want Jon to have some friends lmao
Brazilian here. Just a normal day in my magnific country!!!
I fucking love the drama with Basira's character direction. Perfect driving force for the season of the lonely
Basira's really just angry that Daisy isn't a muscle mommy anymore, not so much about the crimes.
Basira... that’s the real Daisy.. 👀 jfc
13:58 Sanikov Land?
The Hunt is by nature so obsessed with the means that it forgets the ends. In a way that makes it preferable to the other horrors. As long as you’re in on the hunt, that is. If you’re the hunted though….
With the Hunt... you're ALWAYS both.
🧐🥳🥳 Brazil mentioned 🥳🥳🥳
[INT. MAGNUS INSTITUTE, ARCHIVES, JOHN’S OFFICE]
[TAPE CLICKS ON.]
DAISY
You sure?
ARCHIVIST
(surprised) No, uh, it’s, um - it’s fine.
DAISY
It’s just - Basira’s busy.
ARCHIVIST
No, I-I understand. Ho-Honestly, uh, I’d actually appreciate your insight, uh, for this one. Just - you know. Keep quiet during the statement and all that.
DAISY
Sure. I-I can do quiet.
ARCHIVIST
Right. Uh, oh - do you want a chair?
DAISY
No.
ARCHIVIST
Oh. Okay.
DAISY
(attempt to explain) I’m trying to get my legs right again.
ARCHIVIST
Oh, (duh) Of course.
DAISY
Just ignore me. I’ll stand in the corner.
ARCHIVIST
(inhale, I guess?) O…kay then. Statement of… (clears throat)
Statement of Percy Fawcett regarding his final expedition into the Amazon. Original statement given June 27th, 1930. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, The Archivist.
Statement begins.
ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT)
Tell nobody I am alive. I cannot be clear enough on that point. Do not try to find me after I have left. Please. All I ask is that I be allowed to live what life I have remaining in obscurity and anonymity.
I will not allow myself to be found.
Perhaps you will have read reports of my disappearance or death, constructing wild theories of violence at the hands of Kalapolos tribesmen, or a lack of adequate supplies or preparation. I can only wish my hubris had been so mundane.
I was hunting once again for the lost city of Z. I have dreamed of it for decades, ever since I read da Silva’s account of his own discovery in 1753.
The ancient ruins, the statues, hieroglyphics. The sheer unrivaled beauty of it all. Through the trenches and the mud, the Western front, it was the thought of Z that kept me going, whispered promises of discovery. The remains of an ancient city, utterly lost to time and hidden somewhere near the Xingu River.
My first expedition was alone, save for a handful of indigenous guides. I believed myself prepared, but the realities of that jungle were more than I could have foreseen, and when it finally ended, my fever-addled mind named that spot, the furthest we could reach into the jungle, ‘Dead Horse Camp,’ because that is where my horse finally fell.
I retreated in defeat, resolved to return to Dead Horse Camp at a time when I was truly ready. That time was five years later, in 1925, and I honestly believed that this time I was going to find Z. I was more prepared, and crucially, I planned not to go alone.
The Xavante, whose territory we were entering, were said to be violent and distrustful, making a large expedition unwise, so I instead brought my son Jack on board, as he had been traveling with me before, and I trusted his instincts almost as much as I trusted my own.
He, in turn, requested I include one other on the journey, a long-time friend and confidant of his: a man named Raleigh Rimmell.
I never liked the look of Raleigh. He was tall, and his features, though any one of them might have been called handsome, were badly put together on his face, giving him an appearance I’ll admit I took against at our first meeting. More than that, he had also read Manuscript 512, and I could see in his eyes the same fervor to find the city of Z as I sometimes glanced in my own.
Although there was something else there as well, behind them. Something darker, that I did not recognize, and I am hesitant to consider it too deeply even now. But Jack saw fit to invite him, and I had never before had cause to second-guess Jack’s judgement in such things.
It was Raleigh that suggested that we proceed alone after we left Dead Horse Camp. I had ensured this time we would be well-provisioned. We had horses, dogs, mules, and a pair of local labourers, who had agreed to act as our guides. But on our arrival at the camp, Raleigh dismissed them, and started to move all of our supplies onto only a few of the animals.
He told us we would have to be quick if we were to find what we sought, and we couldn’t do that with a trail of animals behind us.
He used that word a lot, ‘quick.’ I tried to explain to him that a methodical search would be more effective, but he just continued to mutter it. Eventually I relented. Much as I was going to dislike Raleigh as a person, he raised (sigh) several good points about our chances of avoiding any sort of confrontation with the Xavante, and Jack was quick to voice his support.
So it was that at the death of May, myself, Jack, and Raleigh set off deeper into the jungle. Alone.
That night the mosquitos were out in force, thick with fever, and hungry for our blood. I did my best to simply ignore them, safe as I was in my net. But over in Raleigh’s tent I kept hearing a sporadic thumping, clapping sound, as if he were killing them with his bare hands. When I asked him about it the next day, he simply told me he had inside him a strong and enduring hatred of bloodsuckers.
Jack nodded, as if the statement were in some way profound, but I didn’t know what to say to it.
That was the day we found the stone. Half buried, worn almost completely smooth by time and exposure, but still clearly covered in those same hieroglyphics as I had seen in da Silva’s manuscript.
I was overjoyed, almost to the point of weeping: I had been right.
Jack clapped me on the back and started making some sketches of the symbols. Raleigh was silent, staring at our discovery with a look I’d never seen before. He didn’t blink for almost two minutes. Then, he gradually, painstakingly, lowered his head until his face was right next to the rough stone surface. He took several long breaths, as if sniffing the thing. And then I thought I saw his tongue shoot out, just for a moment, and taste the air around it.
Without a word, he took off into the jungle at a dead run. Myself and Jack, startled for a moment, quickly followed. Raleigh was quick, but the uneven jungle floor and terrain made moving difficult, so we were able to keep him in sight until he stopped short.
I caught up with him, breathless from exhaustion, and asked him what in God’s name he thought he was doing.
“We’re close,” he said. “I can smell it. I won’t let it get away again.”
I told him I didn’t understand, that we were looking for a ruined city, that it couldn’t get away. But Raleigh just repeated himself: “I can smell it,” and to my dismay, I could see Jack nodding along.
This was where things started to turn, and my memory begins to fragment. I kept a journal, but the entries… were sporadic. And shaky.
The dates no longer make sense; at some point I realized that there were no animals around us anymore, that the Amazon had become strangely quiet. But I don’t know whether this was before or after I found the pile of dead birds in Raleigh’s tent. It must have been before, but my journal is not clear on the matter. What I do know is that we kept going deeper, and deeper, into the jungle. Jack had taken over the compass and sextant by that point, and I had little idea where we were actually going
Raleigh no longer slept, of this I was sure, and the inconvenience of setting up camp was clearly starting to grate on him.
I no longer had any fear of meeting the Xavante, as I somehow knew that, wherever we were, it was no longer in territory they would want to claim.
There were other animals, now. I could never get more than a glimpse. But they were not the birds, or the mule, or any of Raleigh’s other victims. They were far too sharp for that.
And they were definitely following us.
When we met the second expedition, it seemed like I was the only one surprised. There were almost a dozen of them, fitted with cold-weather outfits and ice-breaking equipment, and they seemed to take no heed of the thick, humid heat of the jungle. They greeted us like old friends, and Raleigh began to ask them what they had found, how their search was going, how many had made it.
I tried to say a few words, but by this point I was so disorientated, so out of step with whatever path the expedition was treading, that even if they could hear me, it was clear they had no intention of listening. The leader of the second expedition, a man in a thick seal-skin coat, was talking excitedly about their progress, about their hunt for the Northwest Passage, and I realized with a start that this man was John Franklin, famed polar explorer, whose ships, the Terror and the Erebus, had been trapped in the ice and lost in northern Canada. The crews had disappeared, and many believed that they had resorted to cannibalism.
Of course, that seemed far less of a concern to me at that moment, from the fact that John Franklin’s expedition had taken place almost a hundred years previous.
There was no way these people could be real, no way they could be here. But they were solid enough, and the gleam and obsession in their eyes matched Raleigh’s exactly. Jack looked on in awe at both of them.
We were briefly fourteen people, but then the things that had been following us attacked in the night. I awoke to screams and gunfire, the scents of blood and death. Something more cunning than a jaguar tore through my tent, teeth eager to find my throat. And it was only my paranoia, at the other members of the expanded expedition, that had kept my revolver close enough that I survived the struggle.
When it was over and the beasts were dead or driven off, I heard a sound that chilled me more than the vicious screams of the predators: The blood-drunk cheering of the survivors, a sound of triumph, elation, and cruelty. There were six of us left, and I reloaded my pistol before I returned to my bed.
The world was changing with every day we marched forward, feverishly hunting for a destination I was no longer sure of.
Raleigh hadn’t mentioned the city of Z for days, and Franklin at no point indicated any destination other than the Northwest Passage, though he walked through the heart of Brazil.
And now the very trees seemed to be fleeing us, branches and trunks bending away as we passed, save for those that sharpened themselves and stretched towards us. There were things moving through the trees now that looked at first like men, but they did not move like them. Their mouths never opened, but I knew there was something dreadful about them.
There was a grotesque absurdism to it all, and I sometimes thought I might burst out laughing, though I knew it would quickly change to sobbing, and I would be exposed. I had felt my safest option was to feign that same obsession that gripped Raleigh, that had taken my son. Though they both seemed to have a clearer idea of exactly what was going on, they didn’t question me too closely as long as I seemed to share it.
For all my navigational and cartographic skill, I had not the faintest idea where we were. At times, the position of the sun cast doubt on even the continent through which we traveled. We found Eduard von Toll a few days later. I recognized him immediately, as he had always been an inspiration of mine, right up until he and his ship, the Zarya, had vanished while hunting for the mysterious polar island Zemlya Sannikova. Now, he and his crew were pinning the things that looked like men to trees, with long, iron spikes. They thrashed, and struggled, and a long, bulbous tongue hung from their throats, pinned by the iron of von Toll’s men.
“I cannot stand bloodsuckers,” Raleigh said approvingly, as he conversed quietly with Baron von Toll in French.
Two of the figures pinned to the trees screamed in pain. They had no tongue, no distended belly filled with stolen blood. But no one seemed to notice, or if they did notice, no one cared. In the joy of the hunt, they had been seized. And that was that.
And so the expedition began again, with no sign of progress or clear destination, only the pure focus and wild excitement to find… It. Whatever ‘It’ was, wherever ‘It’ might be, they would not stop, would never stop until It was found and taken.
Our supplies had run out days ago, and it was becoming clear that zeal will only sustain you so far, as one or two of the group began to falter and fall from exhaustion and hunger. They were simply left behind.
The most painful part was Jack, who would spend hours walking beside me, telling me of all the wonders we would see, all the delights we would be part of, when we finally found It. Or caught It. Or killed It. Whatever It might have been. Broke my heart to see what I had done to him, to know where my path had set him.
When I finally felt my own body give out, it was a relief almost too acute to describe. I fell, and they left me behind.
I awoke back in Dead Horse Camp. Some of the Kalabolos had found me collapsed in the forest and had taken pity on me. I won’t bore you with the details of my fevers and suffering, save to say that the shell-shock I received in the Great War was nothing to what I went through after my return.
I have been careful, though. Nobody knows I am alive, and I desperately wish to keep it that way. I am sure, deep within myself, that what Raleigh Rimmell hunted deep within that jungle he will never find. He can never find.
What those people pursued, what I pursued, doesn’t exist, and I dearly hope that no others will ever suffer for our obsession. The sooner the world forgets them, forgets me, the better. I just wish I hadn’t lost my son to learn that lesson.
ARCHIVIST
Statement ends.
(pause, deep breath) What d’you make of that, then?
DAISY
Dunno. Why?
ARCHIVIST
Oh, well.. you’re uh, you’re a Hunter, right? Won’t -
[DAISY GROWLS A SIGH OVER HIS WORDS.]
ARCHIVIST
I - just wondered. I’ve been looking for evidence of a, a Hunt ritual. To see if it was one of the rituals Gertrude stopped. And this is the closest thing I’ve been able to find.
DAISY
Could’ve been one. I think.
ARCHIVIST
But it didn’t work. I don’t even know how it was meant to work.
DAISY
No.
ARCHIVIST
But why? There was no outside interference, no other powers; even the indigenous tribes who could have theoretically derailed it seem to say away. So why didn’t it work?
DAISY
I don’t - think it was about that.
ARCHIVIST
I’m not sure I understand.
DAISY
Just a feeling. When I was - (struggles for words) You know what my least favorite part of a case was?
ARCHIVIST
Police brutality lawsuit?
DAISY
(exasperated laugh-sigh) Arresting them. I hated the handcuffs, the, the click. It meant the chase was done, the hunt was over. Satisfying, on a good day, sure, but moreish. I never really wanted it to be over.
ARCHIVIST
Hm. (inhale) You don’t think the Hunt would let its ritual end. You don’t think it would let them find the - culmination.
DAISY
Don’t know. Maybe? Sometimes I lost purpose because I let myself get too into it. Gave them openings just because I wanted to keep chasing. Like with you.
[THE ARCHIVIST HMS.]
DAISY
Sometimes (sigh) it meant I lost them.
ARCHIVIST
Uh, one of the bits I’ve managed to decode from Gertrude’s notes - it references something she calls the, uh, the Everchase. As he speaks, Daisy’s breathing becomes a bit heavier in the background.
ARCHIVIST
You think that might be it, the, the ritual that never ends, because the Hunt’s all in the pursuit.
DAISY
I-I don’t know. You’re the expert.
ARCHIVIST
(overlapping) No, no. I-I-I like it; it’s a, it’s a good theory.
DAISY
Basira said you could just - know all this now, anyway.
ARCHIVIST
(sigh) Yeah, it’s - I-I can’t really control it.
[THE DOOR OPENS.]
ARCHIVIST
Oh.
BASIRA
(surprised) Hey. There you are. You’re meant to be doing your exercises.
DAISY
You were out.
BASIRA
You could have done them alone.
[A SLIGHT PAUSE.]
DAISY
Sure.
ARCHIVIST
Everything alright?
BASIRA
Yeah - Daisy, could you give us a minute?
DAISY
Oh. (slight pause) Should I -?
BASIRA
Yeah, please.
[A SOFT SIGH FROM DAISY.]
DAISY
Sure.
[SHE LEAVES, CLOSING THE DOOR BEHIND HER.]
ARCHIVIST
Are - Are you…?
BASIRA
John, is that her?
ARCHIVIST
What?
BASIRA
You’ve had people switch before, right? Replaced.
ARCHIVIST
I mean, s-sure, but-
BASIRA
How sure are you that’s the real Daisy?
ARCHIVIST
Uh - I, I, I’m sure, Basira; tha-that’s her.
BASIRA
But do you - (slight pause) Do you know?
[PAUSE.]
ARCHIVIST
Yes. Why?
BASIRA
Hm.
ARCHIVIST
Talk to me Basira; is she - wrong in some way?
BASIRA
No. No, she still sounds like her. Says things Daisy would say, laughs like her. She just seems… lost.
[PAUSE.]
BASIRA
I want it to be her.
ARCHIVIST
Do you?
BASIRA
[‘S] that’s supposed to mean?
ARCHIVIST
(sighs) She’s.. trying to keep a clear head. Stay away from the Hunt as much as possible. You.. valued her purpose. Her resolve.
(slight pause) The sort of things…
BASIRA
(stop talking) I get it. It’s her.
[BEAT.]
ARCHIVIST
We’ve all changed, Basira.
BASIRA
Yeah, I just - I didn’t realize she’d change into someone who can’t look after herself. (inhale) Even without the muscle atrophy.
ARCHIVIST
You were hoping for a defender.
BASIRA
I was hoping for someone I can trust to share the load. Because right now, it’s all on me.
ARCHIVIST
(inhale, Basira) It doesn’t have to be.
BASIRA
Hm.
ARCHIVIST
You’re not happy she’s back.
BASIRA
I didn’t say that, John. I will never abandon Daisy, and.. having her back is… (she sighs) But right now she’s dead weight, and I need to be able to travel light.
ARCHIVIST
You’re starting to sound like Gertrude.
BASIRA
Good. Far as I can see, Gertrude Robinson was the most effective person in this place.
[PAUSE.]
ARCHIVIST
That’s what Tim said as well.
(pause) Look, I’ve been where you are.
BASIRA
Have you?
ARCHIVIST
(with vigor) Yes, I have. You’re the only one responsible for everyone, the weight of all their lives on your shoulders - it leads to bad decisions.
BASIRA
Yeah, well, when I get myself kidnapped three times in a row, maybe I’ll look to you for advice.
ARCHIVIST
Bad decisions, like wasting three weeks chasing dead-ends and false leads rather than talking to us about the plan.
BASIRA
I told you not to look in my head.
ARCHIVIST
I didn’t. This one’s just me. You’ve not mentioned anything about where you were, avoided talking about what you might have learned, and that file that you were studying clippings from - empty.
BASIRA
Maybe I found something and I’m not sharing.
ARCHIVIST
You didn’t though, did you?
BASIRA
I had good intelligence.
ARCHIVIST
Which you charged off to investigate without telling anyone. You know who that reminds me of?
BASIRA
(inhale) Drop it.
ARCHIVIST
(…sigh) Fine. I don’t care if you trust me, but I think I’ve proven at the very least that I am useful. So use me.
(inhale) Because if you go it alone, you are going to die. Even Gertrude worked with people. We make bad decisions when we don’t communicate.
[BASIRA SIGHS AT HIS LAST WORDS, LOUDLY AND HEAVILY.]
BASIRA
You literally jumped into a spooky coffin without telling anybody.
ARCHIVIST
(…) Case in point.
[PAUSE.]
BASIRA
(sigh) Okay.
ARCHIVIST
And give Daisy a break. She was there eight months. (breath) I was only in there for three days, and-
BASIRA
Yeah, I know. I just…
ARCHIVIST
What?
[SLIGHT PAUSE.]
BASIRA
Nothing. I’ve got work to do.
[THE ARCHIVIST SIGHS DEEPLY AS BASIRA LEAVES THE ROOM, DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING WITH HER.]
[TAPE CLICKS OFF.]
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If I had to chose a ritual to take part in, it would probably be the hunt
Sounds tiring. I vote for the Eye. Sounds like it'd let me read a lot.
Nanahuatli Hmm...👀
id probably go for the spiral, just wanna go ape shit
@@nanahuatli2144 what even _would_ the ritual of the eye be like? arrange tape recorders in a circle and creepily read out statements?
@@f_mva just sitting around a campfire telling spooky stories
*we make bad decisions when we don’t communicate*
What. The. Heck. Basira?
When Jon tells you to slow down, you really should.
Bassira-don't-fucking pull a gertrude on us
I hope this... helps John's case with everyone. He literally did bring Daisy back. He can't just make it better, but he did go pretty damn far.
Basira. Daisy went through something traumatic for EIGHT MONTHS!!! GIVE HER SOME TIME!!! GERTRUDE SACRIFICED HER ASSISTANTS AND DID A RITUAL ON GERRY! GERTRUDE ISN'T A GOOD PERSON!
"I heard thumping noises" they were having sex, statement giver
13:58 Zemlya Sannikova, which does not exist… 😨
But it does sound like it could be the name of a very nice cake! Patisserie! Thing! With lots of pastry layers and cream. And maybe fruit. And rum.
Jon's lack of control over Knowing things sort of sounds like the Everhunt. Part of serving the Eye is the Pursuit of said knowledge. If Jon were to just be given the knowledge, he wouldn't be serving the Beholding properly... At least, that's my take. Also, it's nice to see Jon bonding with someone who Gets It
I know that "Zed" is the normal Canadian pronunciation, but is it British as well?
Yes
😨 SOMEBODY HELP JOHN 😨
THIS STATEMENT WILL GET HIM GOING TO BRAZIL 💀🇧🇷💀
So the guy was a werewolf and the bloodsuckers were vampires?
the hunt is forever, everything is the hunt, it doesn't need a ritual because it wants the chase, the struggle, if the hunt have a ritual then everyone becomes prey and hunt just turns into slaughter! also i think lukas is keeping martin away because he's the only one keeping the group together, they're all falling away now, yknow, becoming alone
The hunt likes to be edged confirmed
the hunt hits so hard cause its the only fear that just,,, can never be satisfied. i guess the fear istelf can be satisfied by it just going on forever but for its avatars, they can never actually feed it fully. i hate how we're blaming daisy for something that she could have never controlled, though people blame her for being a terrible person (which, i KINDA get?), it's a completely different case from every other avatar because they can actually satisfy it. sure, it hurts people, but there are times where it lets up because you've fed it properly. the hunt cannot be fed in that way. i want to give daisy a hug
Holy crud i just realized its like season 2 in demonstrating the power that the institute is under, but instead of paranoia from the eye, it's isolation from the lonely!!!!
on the one hand, i get everyone jumping on the Jon Defense Squad, but on the other.... i kinda get where everyone else is coming from? like jon is at the epicenter of a LOT (thanks elias) and since he knows more about what's going on than anyone else... although honestly i doubt anyone has a good relationship with anyone right now. everyone is super traumatized and/or turning into a monster. or already was a monster. oof
Yeah no one likes to be put in a difficult situation they weren't prepared for and didn't volunteer to but also the people who didn't put someone in that situation and were effected badly have a right to be angry and I think the problem here is that Jon doesn't have the confidence to defend himself so it's hard not see everyone else as just beating someone who's already down.
@@Thisone109 jon is just super tired and hungry and also not sure they're wrong
excellent title
Would be cool for a hunt manifestation to take the form of a greyhound or even like, the racing place? Venue? Those poor things are born, spend their lives chasing something they never actually get, and if they’re injured/not the best, they die
I want to put teams of Hunt Touched to play paintball against each other tbh
Basiraaaaa,,,, be carefulllll,,,,,,, better have a good explanation for how you’re treating my boooooyyyyy,,,,,,,,
of course theres a statement about a member of the hunt after daisy says she doesn't want to be a member anymore.
also why did Jon think a piece of his body would be a good anchor instead of the recorders. Like they are obvious just *POP* into existence around him. I am glad daisy's back and can't wait to hear what happens next.
Well no wonder that guy didn't find sanikove land, it doesn't exist
i love this series
At first I thought the vamps were an off shoot of the hunt but now I'm not sure since the hunt avatars seem to specifically hate them or maybe they're similar to like how the predators hunt the xenomorphs maybe? Like they're part of the hunt but used as a way to strengthen the true hunt avatars.
I dont think this is related to the episode but vampires are part of the hunt?
They were what drew Trevor Herbert to begin his Hunt; it seems like their role is to draw in Hunters and act as prey.
I think they're part of the Hunt themselves, too.
Hey, Charlie Hunnam played this guy in the movie :-).
literally the billionaire submarine plot ( I was half awake listening yell at me if im wrong)
The billionaire submariner was just a guy who wanted to try out murder. The sub was part of his perfect crime plan.
Start 1:35
Bro got out of the coffin and proceeds to read a statement right after 😂
Glad their safe 🙏 👏 ❤️
god I read some of the northwest passage exploration shit and I think it was one of John Franklin's journals? Anyways there's a real funny bit where their native guide tried running away from them but they caught him and beat him until he claimed that the seal jerky made him silly.