Journal Log 2

     Besides sitting in checkpoints for hours on the verge of collapsing because of my heart problems and flying scanners trying to take pictures of my face through windows, today was pretty alright.

     Maybe my standards are just lower since arriving in this city. I met a couple of CP Officers that seemed to take a liking to me. Some of those recruits aren't too bad if you take the time to make a joke or two with them.

     I decided it'd be a good idea to sit by a tree and read a couple books, stupid me. They got stolen and worse, my friend was wrongfully abused for it. It hurts to stand by and feel your impotence in these situations. I took him back to my friend's apartment and tried to accommodate him the best I could.

     Those stupid checkpoints are getting to me. I don't have the stamina that I used to. Sometimes they can take up to thirty minutes. The air is cold and standing in one place for so long weakens my knees. A friend showed me a secret passage through a tunnel into D6, but I was too afraid to risk death in that blinding darkness without a flashlight. D6 isn't my style anyway.

     What else is there to say? The city is still cold, big surprise. Stores are never open, big surprise. I did get some rations today. Really renewed my spirits. Another couple supplies to subsist on like a rat, but at least I'm a living rat.

     There were so many sick people today. Citizens crashing to the ground, having allergic reactions to supplements, falling off steps, being stabbed, all kinds of problems, and I'm useless. I can't do anything without a medical license, it frustrates me, but at least I can call the CCA to request help for them. Who am I kidding, half the time they just stand their and tell the poor guy to get up.

     Some CP Officer said cigarettes were legal, and a bunch of citizens believed him. I'm too old and jaded for that, so I kept to myself. Low and behold they were busted eventually and ignored when they pleaded deception.

     I guess that's it for today. Gonna try to sleep, but paranoia is getting to me with those damn scanners perusing the sky.

      Journal Log 1

     It seems the air gets colder every day in City 45. Every day I get older and every day my assigned clothes get more worn out. It's hard to get around the city when you're constantly coughing, but that's what I get for smoking cigarettes my whole life hehe, and look at me now, talking to myself in a journal.

     Oh Leuthen, how we've seen better times. I remember the amber trees and the jade grasses of my childhood, walking through the violet fields...now all I ever see is gray.

     If things are so bad here, why do I feel so content? Is old age finally getting to me? Death can come at any time, and by no means in all hell am I fearless...but I don't feel resistant to this world either. I guess I'm keeping this journal to remind myself who I am, because I might one day wake up to be a completely different person...

     Some of the Civil Protection in this place, they are just kids. I spent decades in a beautiful, vibrant world before they were even born. Is it hell to be us? Is it hell to be them? The resistance, some of them are so eager to die. And the citizens, talking of smoking cigarettes in hallways, arguing with CP officers, getting into fights with each other, sometimes I wonder if they realize what danger they are getting themselves into.

     Today I saw a friend named Jack. He is a fellow smoker as well. I'd tell him it's no good, but who am I to speak about that, being the one asking him for a cigarette in the UCH apartments. A man by the name of Stepman I believe, ratted on them; I saw him say it to a CP unit. I tried to warn Jack, but he didn't get out in time. In the end he was alive though, and that's all that matters; that those bastards don't amputate him.

     A generous man named Alex gave me a request device, a can of water, and three books for free. Makes me feel there is some hope for this shell of a city. Most literature is banned in this police state, especially all books that are not branded by the UU, but I try to read what I can.

     I am going to convince the UU that I am worthy of being authorized to become a medical doctor. I learn what I can and try to stay out of trouble, but sometimes it just finds me. Heh, what's an old man to say when someone needs a place to hide from the CCA for smoking one cigarette? Maybe I ask for it.

     I don't want any part in NOVA. I see so many youths so excited to become a CP, it scares me. Just like Communist China, all the children want to be Red Guards, all the children want to turn their fellow citizens, friends, and even parents in for rewards from the government. It is so frightening.

     If I get my damn medical license I'm going to help citizens and CP. It's all the same to me. Resisting at my age? That's just asking for trouble. I'll leave that to future generations, but I refuse, I refuse to be dehumanized like some of those Nova Units.

    I'm tired and my cough is acting up again. Time to lay down on a carpet until I can afford some furniture. Welcome to City 45 Leuthen.



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            Notes - Feel free to read this as I update it, hope you enjoy it guys!

I'm really interested in your second idea. While I don't know how feasible it would be to modify the map, a great amount of activity takes place in the UCH apartment complexes. The broken walls and ceilings add so much immersion to what could have been a dull and uniform apartment. Maybe it's worth considering making new changes like flickering lights on the third floor etc?

Hey everyone, I decided to join the forums here after playing on the HL2 server. I'm a little new to serious RP and came from mostly dark RP like 1942 role play and such. The level of maturity has really impressed me here, along with the need for forum approval to access things such as combine occupations and the civil workers union etc.

I also enjoy writing and so playing on this server really challenges me creatively. RP seems to be everywhere; even when I'm sitting in an apartment alone watching the dust float in the light it seems to find me. I love that everyone is involved in it and that it's hard to go a couple minutes without finding yourself pulled into something.

So I hope you guys enjoy me and I look forward to playing this game more often and developing my character!