AUTHOR: bloodywyrmcrusher2
TITLE: Entry for April 01, 2009
DATE: 04/01/2009 14:15:00
STATUS: publish
BODY:
Hola mis queridos lectores, una vez mas, con rápidos y austeros garabateos, les comparto la información que he obtenido en estos viajes, al parecer encontré una hoja tirada, sobre el húmedo suelo a lo que creo, las cercanías de un río, la hoja parece ligeramente vieja y un tanto maltratada, no puedo leer mucho ya que mi encendedor casi se acaba el gas, pero comparto lo que he leído y lo transmito a ustedes, mis fieles lectores
Mayor’s Journal
January 5th
Well, finally I have been able to get some sense into things here, although I shall not only share the burden the city has as it may seem today, but try to eloquently demonstrate the difficulty that a city as such, has for its own development
To be fair and square, this city was here quite before I got around, and if everything keeps the same, it’s rather probable that it will be here long after I leave… if such a thing can happen
Let me tell you how everything started:
It was kind of a few months ago that I had to leave for some undisclosed reasons (undisclosed for you, that is). The funny part is that when I got lost from land and peers, and walked as fast and as far as all my legs let me, when not only the air that fills my lungs, the blood that pumps through my veins and the light that was lingering in the sky vanished, I found an strange construction, built like an arch, with some pagan cross upon it. After I crossed it, I felt something odd about the land, not only this strange structure has disappeared, but my wounds have completely healed… of course this was creepy and weird, but after many nights of heavy consideration, I believe that I fainted for some days, and well, I have always healed fast, you know, in my line of work that’s a tool of the trade so… Anyway I’m awakening from blood loss and hunger and lack of oxygen ok? And then I start walking to the first place I see, after some time… no, really, I don’t know how much time, actually I thought it was night, but since my watch stopped ticking, and there was not a single light around nor above, I never found out…
As I was saying, when I finally got somewhere, it was more than disappointing. I saw some shimmering lights far ahead, and walked to them, only to find a bonfire 6 feet wide, some torches in a circular allocation and a bunch of persons yelling at each other, one tall (quite tall actually), bold, unclean and unshaved middle-aged man was in front of a boy, younger (in his mid-twenties I presume) smaller, athletic and pale (kind of snow-white pale, and prettier than the “Fables” version).
It was a surreal situation, while I was walking towards the group, I saw a few more of them, a colorful group over a corner, dressing mostly ragged clothing, on the other side, some people dressing large trench coats, with shotguns and cowboy hats, and finally, I’m not sure, but there was mmmhhh… some… bodies in the darkness, away from the fire.
I started asking for something to drink, man I was thirsty! and the two of them kept screaming --“It’s yar turn now”—“Bloody hell no, it is for you and yours to do it now”—“water, please”… “We hav’ it fo’ the last time, i’is ya to go, now”—“If there isn’t water, perhaps something else?, please?”—“We hath enough from the womb of the beast, we shall leave thy place and find the rest we have diligently earned”-- “but we hav’ it fo’ the last time, we ain’t want that no more”— “a coke will do me greatly, or, some juice, well, if I have to pick, some vodka will do fine, or beer, I’m not that picky…” then, from amongst the group away from the fire, the gentle eyes of a maiden were placed upon me, and a bottle filled with liquid was then spared, I drank it plenty, only to taste a metallic fluid, a taste that I was well aware from before, “WHAT THE FU…nny taste is this madam?”- I asked, obviously after spitting. That was one of those rare occasions when the entire world keeps quiet and, your voice is the only one out loud… suddenly everybody was aware of me, and at such a stake, there was only one thing to say: “Water, please…
Yeah, I know it was not smart enough, at least I didn’t embarrass myself saying something like “I haven’t had sex in a log time” or something stupid like that… I think.
The things that came next were far more disorienting. First, the lady that gave me the drink says to me “It’s either this or water from the river, your choice foreigner”, and then, one of the freaks, (as I like to call them), the fragile feminine younger pale one said: “Hey, I wonder, shouldn’t we make the foreigner the chosen for the task?”, the next think I remember is me saying “Ok, but I want a Dr. Pepper then”(besides, how heavy could that burden be…ja!).
After that, everyone took me on their shoulders, and carried me for some yards until my nose perceived some foul smell, more proper from a crematory than a camping fire, then the taller guy said “Hey wait, it ain’t no proper fo’ new gov go undress’” then with his huge hand he reached inside the fire, and, after a cracking from something inside, he pulled out two things: First, one fancy hat, the kind of hat that was mostly used on the 1920’s, with the swing, and the big bands and all that stuff, and the second, well, it was a rope, made by a knot with seven turns, you know, the kind you see in every wild west movie, at the end, around the bad guy’s neck. He just spat to put out a flame on the tip of the rope… however, he stopped everyone so he could put those two things on me.
And then we leave to the great city underground, “NIGHTSKY”, symbolism? Fate, perhaps? I really didn’t care at that time, ‘cause they promised me something to drink…
TITLE: Entry for April 01, 2009
DATE: 04/01/2009 14:15:00
STATUS: publish
BODY:
Hola mis queridos lectores, una vez mas, con rápidos y austeros garabateos, les comparto la información que he obtenido en estos viajes, al parecer encontré una hoja tirada, sobre el húmedo suelo a lo que creo, las cercanías de un río, la hoja parece ligeramente vieja y un tanto maltratada, no puedo leer mucho ya que mi encendedor casi se acaba el gas, pero comparto lo que he leído y lo transmito a ustedes, mis fieles lectores
Mayor’s Journal
January 5th
Well, finally I have been able to get some sense into things here, although I shall not only share the burden the city has as it may seem today, but try to eloquently demonstrate the difficulty that a city as such, has for its own development
To be fair and square, this city was here quite before I got around, and if everything keeps the same, it’s rather probable that it will be here long after I leave… if such a thing can happen
Let me tell you how everything started:
It was kind of a few months ago that I had to leave for some undisclosed reasons (undisclosed for you, that is). The funny part is that when I got lost from land and peers, and walked as fast and as far as all my legs let me, when not only the air that fills my lungs, the blood that pumps through my veins and the light that was lingering in the sky vanished, I found an strange construction, built like an arch, with some pagan cross upon it. After I crossed it, I felt something odd about the land, not only this strange structure has disappeared, but my wounds have completely healed… of course this was creepy and weird, but after many nights of heavy consideration, I believe that I fainted for some days, and well, I have always healed fast, you know, in my line of work that’s a tool of the trade so… Anyway I’m awakening from blood loss and hunger and lack of oxygen ok? And then I start walking to the first place I see, after some time… no, really, I don’t know how much time, actually I thought it was night, but since my watch stopped ticking, and there was not a single light around nor above, I never found out…
As I was saying, when I finally got somewhere, it was more than disappointing. I saw some shimmering lights far ahead, and walked to them, only to find a bonfire 6 feet wide, some torches in a circular allocation and a bunch of persons yelling at each other, one tall (quite tall actually), bold, unclean and unshaved middle-aged man was in front of a boy, younger (in his mid-twenties I presume) smaller, athletic and pale (kind of snow-white pale, and prettier than the “Fables” version).
It was a surreal situation, while I was walking towards the group, I saw a few more of them, a colorful group over a corner, dressing mostly ragged clothing, on the other side, some people dressing large trench coats, with shotguns and cowboy hats, and finally, I’m not sure, but there was mmmhhh… some… bodies in the darkness, away from the fire.
I started asking for something to drink, man I was thirsty! and the two of them kept screaming --“It’s yar turn now”—“Bloody hell no, it is for you and yours to do it now”—“water, please”… “We hav’ it fo’ the last time, i’is ya to go, now”—“If there isn’t water, perhaps something else?, please?”—“We hath enough from the womb of the beast, we shall leave thy place and find the rest we have diligently earned”-- “but we hav’ it fo’ the last time, we ain’t want that no more”— “a coke will do me greatly, or, some juice, well, if I have to pick, some vodka will do fine, or beer, I’m not that picky…” then, from amongst the group away from the fire, the gentle eyes of a maiden were placed upon me, and a bottle filled with liquid was then spared, I drank it plenty, only to taste a metallic fluid, a taste that I was well aware from before, “WHAT THE FU…nny taste is this madam?”- I asked, obviously after spitting. That was one of those rare occasions when the entire world keeps quiet and, your voice is the only one out loud… suddenly everybody was aware of me, and at such a stake, there was only one thing to say: “Water, please…
Yeah, I know it was not smart enough, at least I didn’t embarrass myself saying something like “I haven’t had sex in a log time” or something stupid like that… I think.
The things that came next were far more disorienting. First, the lady that gave me the drink says to me “It’s either this or water from the river, your choice foreigner”, and then, one of the freaks, (as I like to call them), the fragile feminine younger pale one said: “Hey, I wonder, shouldn’t we make the foreigner the chosen for the task?”, the next think I remember is me saying “Ok, but I want a Dr. Pepper then”(besides, how heavy could that burden be…ja!).
After that, everyone took me on their shoulders, and carried me for some yards until my nose perceived some foul smell, more proper from a crematory than a camping fire, then the taller guy said “Hey wait, it ain’t no proper fo’ new gov go undress’” then with his huge hand he reached inside the fire, and, after a cracking from something inside, he pulled out two things: First, one fancy hat, the kind of hat that was mostly used on the 1920’s, with the swing, and the big bands and all that stuff, and the second, well, it was a rope, made by a knot with seven turns, you know, the kind you see in every wild west movie, at the end, around the bad guy’s neck. He just spat to put out a flame on the tip of the rope… however, he stopped everyone so he could put those two things on me.
And then we leave to the great city underground, “NIGHTSKY”, symbolism? Fate, perhaps? I really didn’t care at that time, ‘cause they promised me something to drink…
“Keep walking until you no longer see the moonlight, then you have reached Nightsky"
Todo indica, que es del diario de la extraña figura que nos dio la bienvenida a este interesante lugar, sea como sea, trataré de mantenerlos informados....
Todo indica, que es del diario de la extraña figura que nos dio la bienvenida a este interesante lugar, sea como sea, trataré de mantenerlos informados....
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