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Diary of Local From Towa City
Entry 1
I’ve decided to keep this diary because I’ve been having trouble regulating my stress. Everyday, it’s just toil for this and that. Towa City seems like a perfect city, wonderful for innovation, this, that, but when it comes down to it, this place just kinda stinks. I don’t have much else to say right now so I’ll leave at that. Hopefully I can actually keep up this habit, Lord knows I need it.
Entry 3
This city is just surprises left and right, I mean, one day you’re just working a menial job and the next, you’re promoted to sitting on your ass and ordering others. Too bad they didn’t pick someone—me— who is competent—me— at the job in the first place, because you should know the inner workings before you’re doing that kind of thing. It’s too bad that people just don’t know what the hell they’re doing.
Entry 8
Suzy didn’t come home from school today. Why hasn’t my little girl come back from school yet? She’s always been a good girl, never got into trouble, always tried her best and... what am I doing writing this? I need to find her instead of wasting time on this!
Entry 9
This may be the only tether I have to humanity anymore. I can’t trust anyone anymore. After the announcement by those damn kids I can’t trust them anymore. Why has this come? Paradise for kids, suuuuure. Sure. Like that could even happen. And resorting to murdering? This is insanity, like, this is the type of things you’d only see in movies! But this has to be true. Those bodies don’t lie. That face of the green-haired monster don’t lie. The tears I felt when she walked in with a knife and that demented helmet don’t lie. The hurt in my chest don’t lie.
Entry 11
So this is it? Everywhere I step I find more of those murdering machines resembling teddy bears, the more I find those children leering at me, dancing around heaps of blood-soaked cadavers and having the time of the likely brainwashed little lives. What did we adults ever do to deserve this much wrath, this much agony, to these little squirts? It never ceases to amaze me the carnage they summon and my horror is simply immeasurable. Why? It’s all I’ve been left with, not even shelter. Just this e-book diary.
Entry 12
This is the end of the rung. Not only is the battery life of this e-diary thing cutting short, one of those little cretins gashed my leg up nasty. I feel pain and rage, that’s all that’s left to feel. I should have passed out by now but for some reason I’ve managed to trudge forward through this. Right now, I can’t decide which would be worse, to continue to live or to die now. Maybe I’ve just viewed this the wrong way, but no matter what, the end is the same. I hope the taste of oblivion is warm or at least nothing at all.
Entry 1
I’ve decided to keep this diary because I’ve been having trouble regulating my stress. Everyday, it’s just toil for this and that. Towa City seems like a perfect city, wonderful for innovation, this, that, but when it comes down to it, this place just kinda stinks. I don’t have much else to say right now so I’ll leave at that. Hopefully I can actually keep up this habit, Lord knows I need it.
Entry 3
This city is just surprises left and right, I mean, one day you’re just working a menial job and the next, you’re promoted to sitting on your ass and ordering others. Too bad they didn’t pick someone—me— who is competent—me— at the job in the first place, because you should know the inner workings before you’re doing that kind of thing. It’s too bad that people just don’t know what the hell they’re doing.
Entry 8
Suzy didn’t come home from school today. Why hasn’t my little girl come back from school yet? She’s always been a good girl, never got into trouble, always tried her best and... what am I doing writing this? I need to find her instead of wasting time on this!
Entry 9
This may be the only tether I have to humanity anymore. I can’t trust anyone anymore. After the announcement by those damn kids I can’t trust them anymore. Why has this come? Paradise for kids, suuuuure. Sure. Like that could even happen. And resorting to murdering? This is insanity, like, this is the type of things you’d only see in movies! But this has to be true. Those bodies don’t lie. That face of the green-haired monster don’t lie. The tears I felt when she walked in with a knife and that demented helmet don’t lie. The hurt in my chest don’t lie.
Entry 11
So this is it? Everywhere I step I find more of those murdering machines resembling teddy bears, the more I find those children leering at me, dancing around heaps of blood-soaked cadavers and having the time of the likely brainwashed little lives. What did we adults ever do to deserve this much wrath, this much agony, to these little squirts? It never ceases to amaze me the carnage they summon and my horror is simply immeasurable. Why? It’s all I’ve been left with, not even shelter. Just this e-book diary.
Entry 12
This is the end of the rung. Not only is the battery life of this e-diary thing cutting short, one of those little cretins gashed my leg up nasty. I feel pain and rage, that’s all that’s left to feel. I should have passed out by now but for some reason I’ve managed to trudge forward through this. Right now, I can’t decide which would be worse, to continue to live or to die now. Maybe I’ve just viewed this the wrong way, but no matter what, the end is the same. I hope the taste of oblivion is warm or at least nothing at all.