Hey folks, Sun-Yi here with a little audio update. The Yellow Eyes music video contest is well underway and we're off to a great start. All the music and video clips are available in the multimedia section of MonsterHunterClub.com. And you're welcome to use your own video too. We've already got one fantastic entry and more should be on their way soon. Don't forget that you're competing for a totally rocking Monster Hunter Club t-shirt as well as a movie poster for The Host.

And speaking of The Host, there's been some real weirdness here this week. With Matt discovering the Agent Yellow connection, and his grandfather's Rainbow of Death stuff. Agent Yellow is also used in the movie. I guess I just assumed it was fictional, but now I'm thinking that Bong Jung-Ho might have read something about the Agent Yellow program and incorporated into his movie like he did with the formeldehyde dumping incident. It's interesting to see how he draws on reality to creat a story, isn't it? But really, in this case, I think that the truth is even scarier.

And speaking of scary, remember that guy in the green coat who showed up all over my student project video a couple of weeks ago? I still keep seeing him. This week so far, I've seen him up on campus by the library, and also outside my dorm. Maybe he's just a student or a devoted fan of my Twitch column or something and I'm just overreacting, but I'll tell you frankly, it's really starting to freak me out.

*sigh* Okay, well catch you later. Bye.

http://m-a-r-a.org/locs/GooseBay/
username: GBL
password: coldweathergear

• GBL.txt
• gbl_usafcoldweathercap_001.jpg - Picture of a hat
• gbl_usafcoldweathercap_002.jpg - Picture of a hat
• gbl_usafcoldweathercaplabel_001.jpg - Hat label §

  Cap Field Pile M-1951
  Size 6 3/4
  73-C-16220
  Correct Shoes, Inc.
  Dated 16 June 53
  DA-30-352 TAP-2228
  O.I. 2286-C-53
  Spec. MIL C-1913B
  Pat. Date 6 Nov. 50
  A.S.T.A.P.A
  
  Aplaca:
  60% Wool - 40% Cotton
  Lining:
  80% Wool - 20% Cotton

• gbl_usafcoldweathercaplabel_002.jpg - Hat label §

  Cap, Field, Pile M-1951
  1. For normal use, wear earflaps on top of cap. To do this place left earflap through fabric loop on right earflap and aline eyelets. Insert left cord through both eyelets and tie.
  2. For maxium warmth, wear earflaps down. Lace cord through boty eyelets on left earflap; insert left earflap through fabric loop on right earflap and tie.
  3. For wear with helmet, the earflaps must be down. Adjust headband of helment liner to fit over the pile cap.
  4. The Pile Cap should not be laundered. Dry clean only.
  DO NOT REMOVE THIS LABEL

• gbl_usafcoldweathergloves_001.jpg - Picture of gloves
• gbl_usafcoldweathergloves_002.jpg - Picture of gloves
• gbl_usafcoldweatherparka_001.jpg - Picture of parka
• gbl_usafcoldweatherparka_002.jpg - Picture of parka
• gbl_usafcoldweatherparka_003.jpg - Picture of parka
• gbl_usafcoldweatherparkainteriorlabel_001.jpg - Parka label §

  JACKET FLYING MAN'S NYLON TWILL
  SAGE GREEN, USAF 1511, TYPE N-3B
  SPEC. MIL-1-6279F USAF SIZE MEDIUM
  8415-269 0419
  DSA-1-4980
  SOUTHERN ATHETLIC CO INC
  DRY CLEAN ONLY

• gbl_usafcoldweatherparkainteriorlabel_002.jpg - Blurry parka label
• gbl_usafcoldweatherparkasleevedetail_001.jpg - Parka pocket

http://www.m-a-r-a.org/locs/ClarkAirBase
username: CAFB
password: 25thinfantry

• CAFB.txt
• cafb_25thinfantrybooklet_001.jpg - The 25th Infantry (Tropic Lightning) Booklet
• cafb_25thinfantrybooklet_002.jpg - Campaigns of the 25th Infantry §

  25TH INFANTRY DIVISION CAMPAIGNS
  
  WORLD WAR II
  Guadalcanal
  Northern Solomans
  Central Pacific
  Luzon
  
  KOREAN WAR
  United Nations Defensive
  United Nations Offensive
  Chinse Communist Forces Intervention
  First United Nations Counteroffensive
  Chinese Communist Forces Spring Offensive
  United Nations SummerFall Offensive
  Second Korean Winter
  Korea, SummerFall 1952
  Third Korean Winter
  Korea, Summer-Fall 1953
  
  HISTORY OF THE 25TH INFANTRY DIVISION
  
  The 25th Infantry Division was organized October 1, 1941 at Schofield Barracks from elements of the old Hawaiian Division - the 27th and 35th Infantry Regiments - and the 161st Infantry Regiment from the Washington (State) National Guard.
  
  PEARL HARBOR - The young division received its first baptism of fire December 7, 1941. Japanese aircraft bombed air and naval installations on Oahu, and flew strafing missions over Schofield Barracks. The soldiers of the division returned their fire, and became the first to engage the enemy in World War II. To counteract the threat of invasion, the divion moved to the beaches to take up positions in defense of Honolulu and the Eva Plains. When the threat of invasion subsided, the division returned to Schofield Barracks to prepare for combat in the Pacific. GUADALCANAL - In November 1942, the division moved to Berndernon Field, Guadalcanal to relieve the United States Marines. Advance elements landed near the Temira River on December 17, 1942 and entered combat on January 10, 1943. The division participated in the seisure of Kokamhoma and the reduction of the Mount Austin Pocket, some of the bitterest fighting in the Pacific.
  
  NORTHERN SOLOMONS - The Guadalcanal campaign was followed by the battle for the remainder of the Soloman Islands. Elements of the division captured Zirta and Bairoka Harbor, winning the island of New Georgia on August 25, 1943. Arandel Island was cleared on September 24, and on October 6, Kolombangara, with the vital Vila Airport fell to the division. In the process, the division earned the nickname "TROPIC LIGHTNING".
  Training in New Zealand and the move to New Caledonia prepared the division for the next operation - the invasion of the Philippines.
  
  LUZON - January 11, 1945 was D-day for the "Tropic Lightning" in the liberation of the Philippines. Division troops landed in the San Fabian area of Luzon. They drove across the Central Plains, meeting the enemy at Binalosan on January 17, 1945. The division soon caputred Digdig, Putland and Kapistaban. Belele Pass fell May 13, and the capture of Sante Fe opened the gateway to

• cafb_25thinfantrybooklet_003.jpg - Divisions of the 25th Infantry
• cafb_25thinfantrypaper_001.jpg - 25th Infantry Division 1941-1965 pamphlet
• cafb_25thinfantrypaper_002.jpg - Four Veteran Division Memembers Recall Memorable Events / 25th's 24 Years of History articles
• cafb_hawaiichurchprogram_001.jpg - Church pamphlet §

  Kawaiaho Church
  Westminster Abbey of Hawaii
  Honolulu
  Founded on April 25, 1820

• cafb_koreaninformation_001.jpg - What You Might See in Korea handout §

  WHAT WE MIGHT SEE ON A TRIP TO KOREA
  
  Hong Kik and Sunja
  A kitchen corner
  Inside a church
  Station HLKY
  "Our Father" in Korean: Oori Abaji
  String Lunch Basket

S O C I E	|	T B Y O I	|	Q W X M T
N U E L I	|	Y U C C A	|	S C O I N
Y I A T A	|	I A R N T	|	V N O W E
R T C P S	|	N T D G O	|	T T Y K M
A M V I N	|	A O D Y B	|	F G N J P
				
B B E C H	|	N I B O L	|	N O A C O
I H E D I	|	A S U N C	|	S E F I L
R O C L E	|	D Y B U W	|	R F E D E
T P I D D	|	V T B I I	|	R W R E V
S D E C N	|	A A E Z E	|	S O V S E
				
T A T E O	|	F C U L T	|	U R A L D
C C D R E	|	E V H U Y	|	T Q G X O
E I V T C	|	W T M U J	|	J H Q E M
R F M R F	|	W U I L P	|	F U N D I
I I I L I	|	Y T K K L	|	I F G E B

Society in an advanced state of cultural development = Civilization

Okay, partners. Time to round-up the posse and run the black cats out of town. Yee-haw.

Hi folks, Sun-Yi here. And I'm trying to make light of what seems to be a pretty serious situation. Because if I think about it too much, it's gonna freak me out. And a freaked out Sun-Yi is not a pretty sight.

You see, one of the video entries of the Yellow Eyes video contest apparently stars... me. And not just me, but the Green Coat Man too. What's the saying? Who watches the watchers? Well, cryptidtruth is watching the Green Coat Guy who's watching me, and we're all merrily waltzing through New York City together like one big happy murder of crows. And recently too. One of those clips was taken of me this weekend at the New York Comic-Con which I went with Matt. Even though both of us were taking all sorts of pictures, we didn't notice anyone taping me. And to top things off, I'm featured along with some new footages of monsters. Does that mean... I'm a monster? And the puzzle. Am I a puzzle too? All this is making me never want to leave my room again.

Which brings me to my next subject, which is the fact that I have to leave my room again. I'm supposed to meet some mysterious person here in New York who knows something about Jon Paine. Or something. It's not like I don't have enough of my own to worry about. But the person is insisting on meeting me, so I told Derek I would do it as a favor to him. To him. And if we're lucky, I'll solve the great mystery of the missing tattooed man and Amie will off into the sunset with him. Yee-haw.

In other news, as if things aren't weird enough between being stalked and having to meet some body modification person, my father, of all people, called and left a message for me this weekend while I was at the Comic-Con. My father. If I had to count the number of times he's actually picked up the phone and called me, I wouldn't need any fingers. And he said something about his superior being unhappy with my involvment with the creature sightings in South Korea. And he ordered me to stop being involved.

This is just wrong on so many levels. First of all, he works at the Embassy. How do his bosses know anything about what I'm doing here? And just what is it that I'm doing that's so bad? It's not like I've been to Korea lately chasing strange fish. And what makes him think he can just order me around like that. How very unusually tradiational of you, Daddy.

So, I'll just have to buckle up and play the role of spunky female lead actress and try to solve some of those mysteries, huh? Just call me Cat Ballou. Oh, and can you tell I've been watching a bunch of Westerns lately? I bet you would have never figured that out. So until next time, I remain Sun-Yi the Kid off to run the cattle rustlers out of town on a rail. Yee-haw.

• Journal Entry #28, 10/10/66 §

  10/10/66
  
  More sleepless nights. Been staying up, going over several of T's coded messages, trying to make sense of it all. Doesn't help much that I'm seeing stars from exhaustion and worry, nor does the fact that there have been several errors in his encryptions. Poor Tom. I can just picture him up for days at a time, trying to put all this together with Sang Thip oozing out of his pores. Even with the handmade device he left me, figuring these codes out hasn't been easy.
  
  Can't stop thinking about Grace and Jr, wondering if they're OK. Slept an hour and a half last night and dreamed I saw them both being crushed in the coils of a giant python. I was separated from them by a thick pane of glass — all I could do was bang on it. The snake heard and looked right at me. It had Genero's face, grinning. Woke up in a cold sweat and couldn't go back to sleep.
  
  Had to talk to G again today, about his concerns regarding my ability to complete my duties. He said he had no choice but to enter a poor performance evaluation in my file. He said my reports have been rather sloppy lately, and he's troubled by my overall sluggish and tired appearance around the base. This gave me chills, because I hadn't even seen him around the base lately — was he watching me in secret, or getting someone else to? I kept a poker face, though. I had to. I told him that I was sorry, but that I've been plagued with insomnia as of late, and was still struggling to fill in the gaps left by Dr. T's absence. I also apologized for my behavior at our last meeting, that I was way out of line, and had still been in mourning over Tom's death. I told him I would try to do better, and that I looked forward to perfecting Agent Yellow. I don't know if he bought it, but he appeared to. Genero apologized for his behavior, too, saying he was also under a great deal of stress. He also apologized for not getting a replacement for T yet, but that it was proving to be a rather difficult position to fill. "Thomas really was a great doctor, which is why I pushed him so hard, because I knew he was capable of so much more." I didn't believe this for a second — was this G's way of letting me know that he knew I was lying as well? I couldn't be sure.
  
  Before he dismissed me, he reached in his pocket and handed me a small brown bottle. "For your insomnia," he said, "it's a local herbal remedy. Swallow ten drops before you go to bed and you'll awaken fresh as the dew." I thanked him and told him I would be bright-eyed and bushy tailed at work tomorrow. I'd better get some sleep then, for my sake and my family's — I really need my wits about me. One thing's certain, though — I ain't swallowing a drop from that little brown bottle.

• Journal Entry #29, 10/11/66 §

  10/11/66
  
  So much for bright-eyed and bushy tailed. It's about 04:00 now, and I'm wide awake again. Some shouting woke me up about an hour ago. I slipped out and crept in the shadows to see what was going on. I saw a bus stuck in the mud, heading toward's Genero's private area. The Thai bus driver and US GI's manning the gates were yelling at each other as the tires sank deeper into the monsoon-soaked ground. I couldn't get too close, but it looked like the bus was filled with children of various ages. Dark-haired, probably Thai, but I couldn't be sure.
  
  What the Hell was G doing with a busload of children in the middle of the night? My heart sank. I wanted to run and fling open the doors of the bus, let all the children out and tell them to run as far from here as possible. But what good would it do? I'd probably be thrown in the klink, maybe in a straightjacket. A crazy insomniac disrupting official business, who had just been disciplined yesterday. His proof of all the horrors going on behind those gates? Some torn-up bits of paper and typed gibberish from that other crazy drunk who wandered off the base and got himself shot. The children would be rounded up again, and Genero would then send a visitor to Corpus Christi, Texas, if he wasn't there already, waiting, watching. I felt sick standing there watching, feeling helpless, wondering what would happen to these children.
  
  After a few minutes, base security showed up, along with Genero, so I had to creep back to the barracks. I have to get into that secret lab. I need proof.

• Journal Entry #30, 10/13/66 §

  10/13/66
  
  Still not inside, but I did manage to do some more recon work outside of Genero's secure compound area, including a section where an area of the Mekong has been fenced off and secured, both some of the water and the bank beside it. Whatever's going on in there, it's beyond the scope of Project Rainbow.
  
  A security guard caught me filming and asked what I was doing. For a minute there, I thought he was going to confiscate my movie camera, but I managed to bluff my way out of it by saying the movies were for my young son back home in Texas, who misses boating with his Daddy. Turns out the guard was from Texas, too, so I was lucky. He ended up patting me on the back and wishing my family well, but I'm still worried he'll report back to Genero.
  
  Still staying up the past couple of nights, trying to decode T's notes, but I'm not feeling quite as groggy down at the lab for some reason. Don't know if it's just my determination, or maybe I've just gone past tired, fatigue and complete exhausting and come clean out the other side.

• Journal Entry #31, 10/14/66 §

  10/14/66
  
  It can't be a coincidence that I got caught filming outside G's lab just yesterday and have a "special assignment" today. He came into our lab this morning and called me into his office again. It seemed much more dusty and sinister than the last time, which was less than a week ago -- I think the cleaning staff has been ignoring it since G's been in the other lab, or perhaps they're not allowed in. I don't know. I'm too afraid to ask them questions now. I decided it might be best to keep typing these, and leave the journal safely tucked away where I've hidden it. I'll slip these into when I can.
  
  Genero started by asking me if I'd tried the elixir he gave me. I smiled at him and said, "You tell me." He looked me over, smiled and said, "Well you certainly look more rested, my dear boy." He said he was glad I was 100% again, because he had a very important assignment for me. The 12th ACS was being given the dusty of Operation Ranch Hand this weekend, and I was to be the official representative of Project Rainbow that hobnobbed with the top military brass, smoked cigars and drank champagne.
  
  Sadly, Genero's workload precluded him from attending, but I was to be his eyes and ears and write up a full report on my return. "Oh, and one more thing," he said, as if asking me to pick him up a pack of cigarettes. "You will also be field testing Agent Yellow." I asked him which one, as we still had 6 different compounds that looked promising. It was none of those, but an entirely new one that he had synthesized in his lab. He said he'd had great success with it in the laboratory, and was ready for the next step. A C-123 Provider would do a small test spray of 100 gallons, over an area that had been sprayed with Agent Orange a month before. Then I would be flown via chopper to test the site for three consecutive days, where I would collect samples for analysis. From a scientific standpoint, there were so many things wrong with this, I didn't even know where to begin. I felt like he was just trying to get rid of me, but what could I do? I thought of Grace and JohnJr. and couldn't say no. I leave in an hour.

• Journal Entry #32, 10/15/66 §

  10/15/66
  
  In a hotel in Bangkok, about to head out in another C-130 to a base near Saigon, although I haven't been told which yet. It was nice sleeping in a real bed last night, and eating a decent meal. But the real treat was hearing Grace's voice. She seemed startled to get a phone call so early in the morning, but she squealed with delight and starting crying when she realized it was me. I only talked to her for 3 minutes, so we didn't get into too much, other than how much we both loved and missed each other. I asked her if she'd gotten the packages I'd sent her, she had, and Jr. loved looking at my films. I told her there was another surprise coming in the mail soon -- some perfume I picked up for her yesterday. I told her I was in Bangkok on R&R -- I didn't want to set her worrying, so I didn't mention my testing in dangerous territory, or any of the other things that have been going on. She sounded like she was doing OK though. The call cost a small fortune, but it was worth every penny to hear her voice again, even if she sounded like she was talking through a monsoon.
  
  Hearing her voice made me so happy, in fact, that I even rolled off some "frivolous" film around the hotel for old times sake -- the peaceful swimming pool, some children playing with a toy boat. I reckon right now I feel like an American toursit on vacation, and I don't want that feeling to end. But unfortunately, it must.

• Journal Entry #33, 10/18/66 §

  10/18/66
  
  Back at NKP, two days early. The testing was a disaster. I told the guard escores who accompanied me that there was no point risking getting our asses shot off to collect further samples. The Agent Yellow seemed to do nothing to deter the effects of the Agent Orange, and in several cases, just seemd to amplify its effects. And from the preliminary samples I tested, the TCDD levels are still astronomically high. With results less hopeful than even the least promisng of our other compounds, only a madman would call this Agent Yellow "a great success." A madman trying to get me out of the way while he does God knows what. Threats or not, Genero is going to hear about this.
  
  I'm back from supper now, where I've learned a couple of things. A friendly AF officer told me I was lucky to get out of the testing area early, as the whole region had been napalmed earlier today. He said there must have been some mix up, since no one seemed to know my small testing team was out there. My blood boiled. So, the son of a bitch was trying to get rid of me. Permanently.
  
  I also learned that Genero was in Bangkok and wouldn't be back until tomorrow. I think it may have to be now or never.

• Dog Photo §

  WHEN YGRQRYG I FELT C72Q0XRGY
  THE JDUTGPSY6 BULLET FTIRP
  ENTER MY ISFX HEART ISWDW
  I WISHED 5U06 I HAD MLM
  STAID AT WXJ6P HOME AND
  Q5P53 GONE CR9 TO JAIL
  Y05A

  This code is interwined with the English words on the back. And in fact, it's the English words that tells us which flaps to fold down. You fold down the flap cooresponding to the amount of letters in the English word before the encoded word. If there are two words, you fold down two flaps in the order that they appear. And like always, there are a couple of mistakes in the code (and you can easily see how they were made).

  WHEN YGRQRYG I FELT C72Q0XRGY
       theseth        ingscreat	4 / 1+3
    
  THE JDUTGPSY6 BULLET FTIRP
      uresmanyo        fthem	3 / 6
    
  ENTER MY ISFX HEART ISWDW
           abel       abele 	5+2 / 5
           
  I WISHED 5U06 I HAD MLM
           dlab       101		1+6 / 1+3
  
  STAID AT WXJ6P HOME AND
           plumi			5+2
  
  Q5P53 GONE CR9 TO JAIL
  slald      new  		4+3 / 4 
  
  Y05A
  tork				2+4

  Making it look all pretty: These things, creaturess many of them are labeled Lab 101 Plum Island, New York.

• Insurance Card §

  7RC FR6Sn 0C3E2Tt+o FUTr 06RQR2a
  XRJc RF62Fe+t 0P9GIi IJIF0In+c
  C7UYUe+c T26R4n UQo GXJWFRGt+o+c
  WF52XPWr
  0T6RX2i QY506a+r

  The key to this one is noticing that the insurance card is signed 'Creation'. This is an eight letter word with eight different letters, making it perfect to assign flap numbers to. In this case, C=1, R=2, E=3, etc.

  7RC FR6Sn 0C3E2Tt+o FUTr 06RQR2a
  gen eroc  onduct    eds  omesec
  
  XRJc RF62Fe+t 0P9GIi IJIF0In+c
  ret  progr    amwih  hthech
  
  C7UYUe+c T26R4n UQo GXJWFRGt+o+c
  inese    short  ly  afterpa
  
  WF52XPWr
  perclip
  
  0T6RX2i QY506a+r
  atberg  strom

  Translation: Genero conducted some secret program with the Chinese shortly after Paperclip at Bergstrom

http://m-a-r-a.org/locs/PlumIsland/
username: PINY
password: lab101

• piny.txt
• piny_pn4-11-02-054.wmv - Now we know where cryptidtruth got those 'new' shots of the creature
• piny_lab101.jpg - Memo on Lab 101 §

  Plum Island Animal Disease Center
  Special Operations Division, War Research Service
  
  
  Lab 101 - Dr. Genero
  
  PIADC PN 4-11-02-051 Embryonic Adapted Disease Protocols
  PIADC PN 4-11-02-052 Clandestine Attacks on Crops and Animals
  PIADC PN 4-11-02-054 Reptilian Mammalian Synthesis
  PIADC PN 4-11-02-055a Animal Form Manipulation - Surgical
  PIADC PN 4-11-02-055b Animal Form Manipulation - Genetic
  
  
  REQUISITIONS
  
  2,4-Dichlorophenoxyacetic Acid
  2,4,5-Trichlorophenoxyacetic acid
  3-(3,4-Dichlorophenyl)-1
  5-Bromo-3-aec-butyl-6-methyluracil
  4-Amino-3,5,6-trichloro-2-pyridinecarboxylic acid
  2,4-D (2,4-Dichlorophenoxy)acetic acid
  1,1'-ethylene-2,2'-dipyridylium
  2,2-Dichloropropancic acid
  
  
  COL. D. MACE/DIRECT REPORT/AUTHORIZED ACCESS ONLY/CC FORT DETRICK SOD

• piny_photo_colmace.jpg - Picture of Colonel Mace
• piny_photosheet001_piadc_4-11-02-051.jpg - Pictures of puppies
piny_photosheet002_piadc_4-11-02-051.jpg - Pictures of puppies

http://m-a-r-a.org/locs/BergstromAFB/
username: BAFB
password: paperclip

• bafb.txt
• op.jpg - List of people associated with Project Paperclip §

  OPERATION PAPERCLIP
  
  15:27 03/08/2007
  
  ARTHUR RUDOLPH / ARTHUR RUDOLPH
  WERNER VON BRAUN / WERNER VON BRAUN
  KURT BLOME / HENRY STECKEL
  WALTER SCHREIBER / JONATHAN TAFT
  HERMANN BECKER-FREYSING / RALPH CRADE
  SIEGFRIED RUFF / SIEGFRIED RUFF
  ERICH MILLER / SALVATORE GENERO
  REINHARD GEHLEN / RANDY GEHLER
  KLAUS BARBIE / KLAUS BARBIE
  HEINRICH RUPP / HENRY ROUGH
  LICIO GELLI / LICIO GELLI
  
  Montreal, Canada
  McGill University
  Allen Memorial Institue
  
  Dr. Ewen Cameron       

• paperclip.jpg - Photo of Paperclip members

• Who is stalking Sun-Yi?
• Was Dr. T psychic when he wrote notes containing M-A-R-A logins?
• When is Civilization Mutation going to update?
• What happened to Matt's hand?