It's hard to hold this pen. I forgot how. I've not written in such a long time - to anyone.I guessed I should write something down before I'm gone. I think I saw it in a cowboy film once, some guy wrote a memoir to whoever found his dead remains, then he ended up not dying in the end. Then again, this isn't a film. So here, if my brains are blown out and you've stumbled across this in my back pocket, lemme tell you about who that handsome rogue you're looting from
is was.
I grew up in North Aberdeen, on a farm near the centre of town. Scotland was brilliant, hence why it was socially acceptable for a boy to do farm work, and have a local town nearby.
At the beginning, I wasn't so great in school, being of 18 years old on a college course my parents forced me into, all I cared about was girls and cars. After I flunked, they ditched me. Mammy and Pa left their son because I didn't want to do some stupid educational hoop-jumping.
I went into the Strathclyde Police with help from my friends, they guided me through the various interviews. After a while, I was just a beat cop walking the streets of Aberdeen and sometimes Fife. Then I met Nicole, she was 21, I was 23. I married her after a year, blindly. It didn't matter, we loved eachother. We scraped together enough cash for a flat together, me as a beat cop and her a checkout girl at some supermarket.
She promised me she'd bare my child. She texted me during work, which she seldom did. I rushed home, then by some twisted humour, the Synths invaded before I reached her. I was instantly cut off by traffic in the chaos, sprinting home to find the entire flat burnt to the ground. I ditched my Uniform, imagining they'd see some symbol of power from it. I kept the shoes.
After being "processed" into the regime of the Combine, I quickly met Peter and Gary. There's lots more, but I'm leaving them out. Gary's dead now, but I never forgot him. He saved my life a couple times in ways I'm not gonna describe, since they'll probably hang my body in the plaza for it.
So I guess I should tell you about the Uprising. Basically, me and Peter are going t
*SNAP*The pen has clearly snapped at this point.
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