ALL MY CHARACTERS DIE REALLY FAST :(
January 8th... 2011.
Journal Entry: 1
I picked up a blank book today so I can express myself in here... I don't think I should tell anyone about this.
My name's Leonard Maskinsky. I'm a Sergeant in the large faction, DUTY. I'm in charge of managing and bringing in supplies for the troops.
On that subject... the whole supply line's a fucking mess. Nothing's getting in, or out. We're really short right now, and I feel that it's my fault. I can't get these guys what they need to protect themselves. We found a HUGE stash, with at least 100,000 RU's worth of guns and meds... We had to leave it, because the Colonel said that the people that owned the place would be back. Damn, I wish I coulda taken something with me.
We patrolled the surrounding areas, too... Found a big base by a downed power station. We ventured into the woods, and found a bandit.
God, what have I done? Why did I do it?
He was injured... he couldn't walk. He was begging for mercy the whole way we dragged him out to the lake. On the outside, I looked like I was pleasuring in his death, but it was far from the truth... The colonel's orders. "Take him to the lake, Kalix. You know what to do."
You know what to do... the words will go to my grave. The way he said it, was just... cold.
I helped in his death, but not without remorse. Kalix booted him over the side of the boat, and everyone just unloaded round after round to where he went in... A huge gush of red came rushing up, and his mutilated body floated up. I almost threw up, but I held it back.
My god, what have I done... what have I done... what the hell have I done?
Then we captured a military, and took him to a back room at the base. I didn't stick around long... went to rest.
Speaking of which, rest sounds good now...
Hell knows if I can sleep with the death of a helpless human on my conscience...