Chapter 2: The drastic decline.
10 years into the discovery of these creatures and all hell broke loose. They were afraid of the humans and ready to attack. They wouldn't allow anyone to get close enough to them for proper inspection. We, the humans, set out on another journey, to find an answer. This is Lappy, writing down all of our experiences on the way.
They're dying. All of the Moojas have fallen sick over the years. But they were afraid, they were afraid of us. We could not help them. They're multiple reasons as to why, but none of them have proven to be true.
Day 1: We have released a test subject into the wild. Its species is known as the "Osorleeni". They appear to be ruthless and tough, and not frightened by the new environment. They have already gone off to find food and shelter for the night. They were successful and were treated with water and meat.
Day 2: The Osorleeni came back to the base with scratches and ragged clothing. Who could've caused it? We must get down to the bottom of this.
Day 3: The Osorleeni. It died. It was found dead, impaled by metal rods. There are traces of a Moojah around the area, we think they've gone insane.
Day 4: My god. I'm the last one that's alive. I saw my co-worker, Tyolyl Schmobop, be ripped to pieces by a Moojah. His limbs were flung across the base, some with bite marks and bruises. I'm frantically writing this in case anything happens to me. In which case, the people must know that the Moojahs have a weakness, they can't sta...
The writing trailed off, some covered with blood splatters. The Moojahs have killed their creator.