Found scrawled across a ripped piece of brown paper with crunk-psionic encoding:
"we are gangster magician gods at war
bring qlippoth seed - dissect, implant
hit switch, flip inertia
your aethyr is crashing in all around you
734
pilot failure
jagged nanoknives cut out glitchy neurosis patterns underneath his scalp
raven cut with razor wings
he looks at the blood pool reflection of self and realizes it was all lost to the abyss absent of knowledge