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I finally managed to make a usefull jorunal. Acually, I didn't I found it in the middle of the forest. Wait..wait... I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Shuichi Hayashi. I am Twenty Four years old and I was born east of Tokyo. My grandfather served in the Imperial Army during the horrifc war which resulted the bombings of out lands! Now, as I was saying I found this journal in the wilderness next to a beautiful waterfall.
I will now be using this jorunal for the usual updates, I wish to see what's happens in the lands ahead I haven't explored but there will be great risks ahead. I was told many stories of Overwatch made massacres of refugees daily and no one was left un-scratch. That is what they say. While my escape of City Twenty-One was a tough one I enjoyed the freedom. Many things sadden me though, the chrips of birds aren't heard anymore. Our water, is getting smaller and smaller from my observations if I am correct. I better not be getting old I will not last long as the refugees will take advanatge on me!
Now, I need to make peace with these refugees and try to recreate my home and live in harmory but that will not happen in one thousand years. The other people will try to disrupt the peace and will ask for a fight or money or something for their personal use! Well, I will do my best try to stop them. I will need a weapon. A weapon that kills and hunts the human mind. The gun. While I may consider myself a man of against violance I will fight if need to! I do not like death nor is it the best way but it can help.
Now, I think my time is comming. I am a tunnel writing on this old piece of jorunal and I see light with lush grass and forest! I must go to it!