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« on: April 23, 2011, 11:38:17 PM »
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« on: April 14, 2011, 08:38:55 PM »
OOC NOTE: If you want more an atmospheric effect when reading this journal, please play the video down below. Thank you. The journal is a thin and raggedy book, in somewhat poor condition. The thin pages are scrawled in paragraphs and ink blots, surfaced with moth and dust.
15/4 - Log One
My arrival in this city was recent and sometime I even struggle to remember anything before it. Everything is blurred...unknown...unseen. I often find myself held up in my apartment here, isolating myself from the tragedies below. I have tried so very hard to engage with some of the other citizens, but their faces are so depressed, so without hope or determination. I often here some of the men squabble near my room and curse themselves over this terrible situation. Sometimes, there is no use in talking with the others. Only problems and arguments seem to follow. As for the others...the "metal men"...or... "them"...as some of us are already calling them, they are a much different character. They show no care or emotional quarrel with any of us. Every day that I walk outside of the apartments and take a stroll through the plaza, my first goal is to always stay out of their way. Once I did indeed bump into one of them, and my nose was turned a slightly different way. I am only just recovering from the injuries they bestowed on me. It is an unpleasant feeling, knowing that these "police" or these "protectors" are hardly that at all.
The rations they give to us every few days or so have few things inside them. The food almost made me double over and vomit. I am still adapting to the taste, and I do have a feeling they put some sort of chemicals in there. Especially the water. The water is much different from when I remembered it. Now, every time I drink it, I feel a sense of calming and toleration for everything. It seem to help me sleep, if that is one positive side effect. And it is difficult to resort to other sources of food. I have not seen a single animal, whether it be bird or rodent in my stay here. The place is so gray...and so dull with control and restriction.
As I write at this moment, I feel the walls thudding beneath me. It pains me to say that I can hear a woman screaming and the audible grumbles of those officers laying waste to her below. I can only imagine what she might of done. It brings a tear to my cheek to know that at this moment, there is absolutely nothing I can do. If I were to interfere, I can only guess what they might punish me with. I do not wish to be dragged into that behemoth dark tower. The Citadel. Although it sounds so grand and pure, it hardly looks it. Perhaps I will go and see if I can help the woman after the officers have gone away. If only there was truly more that I could do...
-/A\-
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« on: April 14, 2011, 06:56:17 PM »
Hey guys! I've always had a growing and experienced in Half Life 2 Roleplay, Civil Protection in particular. People here that know me well..or well enough are Soviet, Rofl, Raiden, SatN and Chessnut. I might see you on and the server and hopefully I'll file in an application soon as well. Thanks 
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« on: November 21, 2010, 06:05:49 AM »
Folks call me Emwuld.
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