December 2, 2077

It's over, we've done it. Only, it didn't end the way we wanted it to. The virus was released in the station killing most and disabling the rest. They slowly die off and the virus can remain for years. Thus, I need to destroy the station. I have been infected with this virus and I can't leave because I could carry it to wherever I go. This is my final log entry. Hopefully, I can somehow have my journal survive the explosion. With that I, Farroth, the third prince of Falknar. End my log, my life, and this damnable virus with this explosion. Farewell to everyone.

End of log.