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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 7 ก.พ. 2025
- It's been a little bit. Could be days, could be weeks. I've mainly stayed by myself for a long time. Jack and Raff have been away for a few days. Toasty, my king has been the only person around these parts. I've actively minimised talking with him, as some sort of anger over his apparent apathy to the incident at the colosseum, of which I actively try to faze out of my mind. For the very incident, is the reason I'm the way I am.
My mind is still foggy, abrupt with sudden recollection of incidents mere moments ago or years ago. I head to Toastytown, a place still close to my heart, yet i find myself inching myself away gradually from it, in fear of the damage that could be done to it at the hands of the Anarchists.
As I reach the shore, I begin to drown, for once literally instead of mentally. But the last part of my mind takes me out the water and on to the path up past my log store, as barren as ever to the house. A house which has the very capacity to ignite its own destruction.
I'm tired. Skin is not as blood red but certainly more grey than it used to be. The saturation leaves me slowly Yet, I carry on. For there is reason for this visit. I enter the house actively avoiding the trap I set. I walk over to the chests, all of them beginning to attract dust. Only fragments of coal remain in the furnaces, so little that not even a spark of orange can be seen.
At the moment, I turn to the lever, complete with a sign. The truth is, my house is rigged so when the fall is imminent, as I'm sure it almost is, I press it and hopefully get some payment back on the people who set me on this path all the way from the rigging of the Debate Hall those many years ago. But the truth is, that time hasn't come yet.
Remembering this, I calm again and focus on my initial and most pressing matter currently. Transporting resources to the base, the base over the river. Little things that I've had in my possession for a while. These include the diary of which this serves as it's 11th entry, and the 2nd since the incident.
And home I went. I can hardly recall anything that happened on the way back, and anything that I can appears in a weird order, an order that does not make any sense. I gasp for air as the door to the house gets ever closer. I open it, and get inside, shutting it behind me. I then make my way to the stairs and down to the bunker. I then make my way to the bookshelf, of which I then put my diary in. Then I have very little to do, and will then soon make my way to the bedroom, of which I'll stay for some time to come.
With this, I'll end Entry 11. I've mainly stayed by myself for a long time. Could be days, could be weeks. It's been a little bit.
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