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Excerpt From Mud Man Website:

In five days the world will hold its collective breath, as the December 31st Solstice descends upon the world. Though the British public is still revelling in the streets after a euphoric home win in the most recent Olympic Games, most, if not all countries have sobered up in the face of an ever-growing crowd of believers. Even a normally Jolly America has managed to conjure up a bout of seriousness, adding locks to all its E-Procedures and doubling security on active warheads. Presidents, Prime Ministers and Dictators alike are all entering secure places in their respective countries at the advice of their respective councils and advisors, Do they know something we don't?

Well we don't know anything before, but we're going to do what we've always done, everyday since our conception

Count Down To Doomsday

4 Days 23 Hours 16 Minutes 52 Seconds

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The Final (Until Recently Lost) Prophecy Of The Flem Pot Cleaner Of Frond

After the ten seconds that last Three days

The peace twixt the centaur and pixie doth fray

But an obsidian darkness falls 'cross the land

And they are forced together, Hand In Hand

He who is Fowl, and Ivy's Friend

Will be embroiled 'till the very end

For the conflict will tear and rend

And leave deadly scars that fail to mend

For the darkness that falls over the land

Is propelled by no muddied hand

Nor the nails of a Pixie, or the scaled claws of Goblin

For this storm is a living sin

The Darkness of Obsidian

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Article Page 26.B Paragraph B Atlantis Chronicles

It's official people, the various nut jobs and loonies both above and below the earth are at it again, they're running around screaming gibberish and bearing signs of doom. Nostradamus, The Aztec Calendar, Even some interpretations of the Book! These things are now bywords for doom, as the Crux of belief beckons. Usually we wouldn't bother you with this claptrap, but it seems quite a few of these chaps are rather serious about this, already over a hundred people from our beautiful city have taken these words of doom to heart and ended their lives, poor guillible bastards. And thats to say nothing of the idiots upstairs. So a little warning to those of a superstisous leaning, lock yourself in the cupboard if you must, but nothings going to happen. I repeat

Nothing's Going To Happen

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This part of the Data File compilation was collected, ordered and edited by prisoner 512 of the Atlantis SuperMax Prison (AKA the Deeps). AKA Opal Koboi Via UTC (Under Net Transfer Protocol)

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News-Feed 253 (AKA PodderZ Weekly

Today a tragic accident, the first since Foaly's prediction software went live. A monster flare predicted to Boost Pod 7526 to E1 from the deeps speed exit never arrived, this caused them to fall to the centre of the earth where not even their state of the art Pod couldn't protect them from the pressure. So today we ask for a moment of silence to commemorate the death of Charon Verbil and his partner Moltries Vulcan (AKA The Phoenix). This false result was originally put down to a computer virus, however PodderZ Operative Cerebrus Canicorus has obtained information that it was actually in the process of appearing, before being slammed back into the core by a huge jolt of electromagnetic force.

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This snippet was provided by Foaly and his partner Cabaline. After reading this he informed me that he had decided to, against his partners will, reinstated his use of tinfoil hats.

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Dear Lower Elements Police Council,

Normally I wouldn't waste my time messaging you, but I feel this is of the upmost importance. Something's going down, and your not going to like it when it blows up. I'm not going to pretend I know any more about this, because I don't, Ill keep you updated

Commander Trouble Kelp