Tag der Toten/Reels, Radios and Phonograph Records

There are 5 audio reels, 3 film reels, 3 radios and 3 phonograph records in Tag Der Toten.

Audio Reel #1
Pablo Marinus: "Day 521. I still don't know how it is possible, but late last year I awoke from a watery grave. When I swan to the surface, I found the German military base abandoned. Only the undead remained on their shores. I attempted to flee but the fog it seemed no sooner that every reattempt I made to escape, it led me right back here; as if I was meant to be here. (sigh) I have begun broadcasting a radio signal. I'm hoping that someone will answer and come to my rescue, but if noone comes I'm not sure how much longer I would survive this place."

Audio Reel #2
Pablo Marinus: "Last night, I had a dream. A dream I have not had in many years. Like the ones I used to have at Der Eisendrache. I dreamed I was in medieval times. During a Great War, a war to end all wars. In this dream, I was attacked by one of the great beasts, it holds me within its grasp, about to end my life. But I am saved, spared by a man in cloth. Not by a priest, someone more powerful. He wields a staff of fire. I see four heroes stand atop of a mound before raise their staffs, in unison, and suddenly the knights know the war is not lost. I rejoin the fight, fight alongside my king. For years, I have dreamed of this war. I wonder, perhaps the German's experiments warped my brain, my sense of space and time. He thought I died but it was only that my mind has transformed. I have been here 10 years. No one has responded to my radio message. Is there no one out there? Am I even on Earth? Or am I caught somewhere in between? Every time I try to escape, my raft always brings me back. This place is my prison. But is it a prison? Perhaps, it is more like a waiting room. A purgatory of sorts. Perhaps my dreams are much more. Perhaps they are visions. Of what is to come. Perhaps it is here I must wait for what is to come. They... will come for me."

Audio Reel #3
Pablo Marinus: In my dreams of this Great War, I meet a German doctor. He reminds me of the man who once tormented me, but his face is different. When I meet him, he is angry and frustrated. He mentions one man, Doctor Monty. Saying he is to blame. This German doctor says that he believed Dr Monty would end the cycle and bring a better tomorrow. This is a lie, he says. This Dr Monty, he said, sent the 4 to the Great War. It was at this point, when the doctor realized the truth. The Great War did not break the cycle, it was merely of their loop. We will die here, he says. Then we will be reborn again, and when it is time, we will meet once more, in Northern France. I wonder, he says, how many times have I been to the great war? How many times have I Perpetuated this endless cycle? I'm tired, he says. I have been trying so very hard to do the right thing. But for all his efforts, he only fulfilled the prophecy of the cycle. Dr Monty had forged the endless loop.

Audio Reel #3
Pablo Marinus: "This Doctor, he tells me one more thing. He tells me he realizes that Doctor Monty is not inherently evil. "Monty", he says, "is just trying to save the multiverse the safest way he knows how. By forcing us into this cycle, our story will never end. Well also, his universe and his existence will be guaranteed". "I can't blame him", he says, "Dr Monty is just like you and me he just wants to survive. He doesn't want to risk his own annihilation." I tell him, well if we are doomed to meet here again and again until the end of existence, perhaps there is something we can do to change. He looks at me, with a smile, and says "I think you are right, old friend"."

Audio Reel #4
Pablo Marinus: Day 4721. I think I understand. I know why I am here, trapped on this rock. Why I have these dreams, these visions. Why I must get to this Great War and what purpose I am to serve in this cataclysmic event of the ages. I am not being sent just to witness what happened, but it is I who helps the Doctor breaks his cycle! Near the end of the Great War when all hope is nearly lost I protect him while he activates a device, a teleportation mechanism. I hold back the undead as he powers it up and give him the moment he needs to escape his fate. I ask him "Where would you go?", he says, "there is a prison I must travel to". Hopefully I can intercept their friends before it is too late, before he goes. I gave him the elemental gem from the staff of fire. I had seen it used to this. This is why I am here. It is no coincidence I have also been left with the plans for the Agartha Device, that is how I get to the Great War. And it's a map but in my visions I have seen that I will have help soon. For now, I must bide my time, for my time is coming.

Film Reel #1
Edward Richtofen: "Log Entry 937. Date: May 15th, 1942. Dear diary, our men have safely returned from Africa where they recovered a number of artifacts buried underground. In some sort of subterranean cowboy village. Apparently it was American. That's right, an American cowboy western town buried underground... in Africa. Stupid American schwein... with their apple pie, und their baseballs, thinking they can just waltz into another country and claim it as theirs! There is no art to their work! (sigh) but I digress. The boys have returned with a number of fascinating articles and documents. They have pieces from a destroyed machine called the Pack-a-Punch. With a name as clever as that, it must be American. I have given the schematics to Dr. Porter. Perhaps he will have better luck replicating Jebediah Brown's work. Speaking of that blacksmith, they also recovered plans for the Agarthan Device. It seems that the blacksmith already built one of the pieces. The fabled "Vril vessel". The Agarthan device, a device capable of granting that which one desires. Almost like... a genie in a bottle. I think I shall keep this genie in my back pocket. If my plan fails, and it won't, perhaps this device can get me to Agartha."

Film Reel #2
Edward Richtofen: "Log Entry 1438. Date: July 18th, 1945. Dear diary, I have been in Group 935 Siberian facility for nearly days and mein cup already runneth over with exciting news! First, yesterday I've learned that I would receive not one, not two but three test subjects! Aah, hopefully with proper 115 injections we will be able to use these specimens to access to the human mind. The Chancellor's undead army is on standby until we crack this crucial step. Und secondly...

(A door is opened. Someone entered the room dragging another person)

Soldier: Tere he is, Richtofen.

Richtofen: Get you damn hands off me! Now what do we have here? A spy?

Reporter: If you know what's good for you, you'd let me go!

Richtofen: Oh yes, ja, ja! I'm just your worked for someone incredibly important.

Reporter: I'm a reporter. I was hired by a man, Mr. Rapt, I never met him. He asked me to find some goods for. Things he wanted badly.

Richtofen: Sounds really... And what was these goods he wanted so badly?

Reporter: (sigh) Look, I don't know the specifics, he just told me to travel to Russia. He gave me these coordinates, which led me here. How was I supposed to know it was a freaking German base?! Gave some vague description of a strange metal object.

(Richtofen picks up the Vril Vessel)

Richtofen: This, I assume?

Reporter: Yeah, that'd be it. Called it the "Seal of duality", whatever the hell that means.

Richtofen: Well, the Vril Vessel isn't for sale and is certainly not for stealing. But it is curious. I have only just arrived in this facility, bringing the Vril Vessel with me. Yet, you somehow know it would be here. How is this possible?

Reporter: How the hell am I supposed to know? I just go where the Shadowman says to go. I don't know how he does it. Listen, when Mr. Rapt wants to find you he's got his ways. Look, you want to go ahead and get this over with, if you're gonna kill me, kill me. Like it'll matter. It's kind of funny, you know. Something Mr. Rapt said, but if I failed him and died, it'll be okay. He said he'd reach out to me all over the multiverse, whatever that means. I didn't pay it no mind then but maybe some other me is out there having a lot better luck than I have

Soldier: Sir, what should we do?

Richtofen: Take the strange sad little man away. Find a hole.

Film Reel #3
Edward Richtofen: Log Entry 1469. Date: August 28th 1945. Dear diary, progress continues on unlocking the human mind. If Germany hopes to continue their war, they need an undead army willing to obey orders. There's also been further in the Super Soldat Program, the German Chancellor considers this of high interest. We have begun the cloning process, we will have to see what results we'll yield. Test subject N3WB have been vomiting for two days straight. Our poor janitor, he has nightmares! Needless to say, we will no longer serving fish. The Russian subject continues to be unresponsive. Doctor Yena suggested a serum made of vodka but considering my concerns about his loyalty I wonder if ??. Perhaps we were a little too eager with these 115 injections. I did not think he would call this crazy so quickly. (sigh) If I'm being honest, I'm beginning to find this work a little drab und boring. Undead army, Super Soldat programs (sigh) Group 935's deal with Germany has truly limited the organization's potential. The appearance of the spy last month has inspired me to review the blacksmith's schematics, the Agartha Device and its three components: the Vril Vessel, the Apothicon blood und the Elemental Shard. The instructions to creating the Elemental Shard have my interest piqued for human souls merged with Element 115, not that I'm trying to brag but this may be something in my wheelhouse.

Record #1
Jebediah Brown: The day is the 14th of April, the year of our Lord 1885. A day I will hold dear until my last. (sigh) I have done and spent 30 years of my life in Purgatory Point. My Ma' brought me out here when I was 10 years young. She hoped to give us a chance at a new life. They're good folk here at Purgatory Point. And sure, sometimes they get a little rowdy and maybe we stray too far from heavens' gaze up there. What do you expect from a frontier mining town? Something happened to one of the miners. Clive Farnsworth, a good man, came by the shop a few times. Anyway, he went down into that mine, stayed down there for 10 days. When he came back up, he was... changed. They say he was like a feral animal, rabid and carnivorous. His mind was gone, his flesh all sallow and bloody, his eyes are blazin' red light. First home he stumbled upon was me and Ma's. I was at the shop at the time. And Ma' went out to meet him, and Clive he... Doc' said it happened quick. Clive jumped on her, ripped her throat. Old Bill ran over, put two through Clive's skull. Shot him dead, like a dog. And Ma... she's laid to rest now. She'll rise up to the heavens. And bless her soul, she'll be greeted with open arms. That mine... They've been digging for that blue rock. Some folks say you stare too long you'll find the devil in it. I need answers, I need to understand what happened. I'll head down to that mine tomorrow.

Record #2
Jebediah Brown: 19th of April, year of our lord 1885. Somehow, I don't know how it's possible, but last I recall I was headed into the mines, I swear I was only down there for a few hours. I come back up, townsfolk say I've been missing 5 days. Then there was last night, I slept and had a vision of 2 angels coming down. They told me I needed to be ready to prepare for what was coming. What was coming, they did not tell me. But how to prepare, a machine. A machine of great power. This machine required mechanical skill, mechanical skill I do not have. I told them such, but they said not to worry. They would guide my hands. The way they described it, sounded like an oven or a kiln. You stick your rifle inside, and when it come back out, well let's just say that rifle will pack a punch.

Record #3
Jebediah Brown: Today is the 30th of June, year of our lord 1885. My invention is the talk of the town. People been coming from far and wide, eager for the chance to upgrade their firearms. No matter the rifle, it don't it'll pack em all. I pray every night thanking the heavens for sending the two angels, I couldn't have done this without their guiding hand. They returned to me last night. They told me there was another machine they wished me to build. They called it the Agarthan device. Said it had the power to grand that which one truly desires. I told them I was their servant. Show me the path, and I will walk. They said I needed 3 things. The blood of an elder god, an elemental shard, and a metallic vessel to harness and carry both. To find the blood, they instructed me to travel to the bottom of the ocean. I told them this I cannot do, for I would perish. To craft an elemental shard, they instructed me to forge 4 souls from a blue rock from our mine. I told them this I could not do for I did not have the means to siphon a human soul to an element. But a metal vessel, well, I am a blacksmith. And that? Well, that I can manage.