The Note Mind

To my Nephew, Arnold Thorp My Uncle was a very strange man. He had never been too fond of anyone. During one of his rare visits, he only seemed to show interest in my grades. It came as a shock to everyone, that he had left me a basement full of documents. The handwriting was neat and even, but it held a sort of restlessnes. I have decided to leave you this archive. It is my lifes work. I could smell the pages of the archive. The place felt a lot older than the colonial house above. These documents are like no other. They are a map of my mind, as well as the minds of many others. Minds very much unlike our own. My eyes rolled from their sockets. I had been left an endless collection of useless pulpy nonsense, and conspiracy theories. [[And yet somehow...]]

Somehow...I felt a strange urge to [[read on]]

This archive is a trove of forbidden knowledge. The information here is the legacy of the scarce few, capable of the practice of old magic arts. I felt my patience slipping. I glanced a little further. The paragraph you skipped was empty. This spell is a trivial one. The one thing I ask of you, as you wander through this archive, and begin to work its spells... The words were beyond Emphasized. They leapt out of the page, filling me with dread. [[DO NOT GET CAUGHT!]]

My work in the government was processing records of compromized mages. I have littered these pages with tips and tricks that will hopefully prevent you from becoming an overclocked NSA CPU. Anyway, begin at [[file cabinet A1]] (note, that much of this archive lacks in basic organization, I leave figuring out that part to you.)

The first of the massive metal file cabinets towers above you. You pick up the [[first]] file. You pick a [[random]] file.

A mage isn’t a mage until he’s filled a file cabinet with novel spells. A great mage, is first and formost curious. He is eager to uncover what has been lost, and what has yet to be found.

That is an approach, I guess. [[You grab another ‘Random’ note.]]