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This is a collection of thoughts, letters I never sent. I kept them through the shitstorm, and well, I've got to collect them together. After that I'll be writing a journal. | This is a collection of thoughts, letters I never sent. I kept them through the shitstorm, and well, I've got to collect them together. After that I'll be writing a journal. | ||
I grew up in [[New Arkham]]. [[Painter Street]] is where I went to school in my relatively normal childhood. Lived in [[Purchas Towers]], went to [[Judd Cinema|the movies]] as a kid, went [[Club Chester|clubbing]] as I grew up, had parents working for the various banks. Damn, there were a lot of banks. Too many banks. Place was crawling with suits but no souls. There was an upside to this: no cops. The rich | I grew up in [[New Arkham]]. [[Painter Street School|Painter Street]] is where I went to school, in my relatively normal childhood. Lived in [[Purchas Towers|an upper-middle class apartment]], went to [[Judd Cinema|the movies]] as a kid, went [[Club Chester|clubbing]] as I grew up, had parents working for the various banks. Damn, there were a lot of banks. Too many banks. Place was crawling with suits but no souls. Little fun, either, so we snuck out to [[Old Arkham]] when we could. There was an upside to this: no cops. The rich and their high fences kept most criminals out, which kept the town from building a police station. | ||
That was before [[Miskatonic University]]. While the other students were dabbling in "alternative sciences" and internships with NT, I was part of the politically active minority. The hippies converted me to anarchism, and the punks kept me there. Punk rock was pretty fun. | That was before [[Miskatonic University]]. While the other students were dabbling in "alternative sciences" and internships with NT, I was part of the politically active minority. The hippies converted me to anarchism, and the punks kept me there. Punk rock was pretty fun. I toured with local bands, moshed with the best of them, tried to spread my propaganda to the audiences most willing to hear it. After a little vandalism at a concert gone wild, I moved to the [[Mockridge Heights]] anarchist cell. Thought the cops were after me, knew about my little revolutionary plot, and I wanted to lose them. | ||
Turns out they weren't. But cops were the least of my troubles... | Turns out they weren't. But cops were the least of my troubles... | ||
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===Letter to Willum=== | ===Letter to Willum=== | ||
Dude, was that your organization? It's rumored that [[Lexicon:Cater | Dude, was that your organization? It's rumored that [[Lexicon:Cater Building|the incident at Cater NT]] was the work of [[Lexicon:DNR|your group.]] | ||
Send me a call, | Send me a call, | ||
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-Your Comrades, [[Mockridge Heights]] Cell | -Your Comrades, [[Mockridge Heights]] Cell | ||
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Revision as of 03:47, 25 January 2011
Introduction
This is a collection of thoughts, letters I never sent. I kept them through the shitstorm, and well, I've got to collect them together. After that I'll be writing a journal.
I grew up in New Arkham. Painter Street is where I went to school, in my relatively normal childhood. Lived in an upper-middle class apartment, went to the movies as a kid, went clubbing as I grew up, had parents working for the various banks. Damn, there were a lot of banks. Too many banks. Place was crawling with suits but no souls. Little fun, either, so we snuck out to Old Arkham when we could. There was an upside to this: no cops. The rich and their high fences kept most criminals out, which kept the town from building a police station.
That was before Miskatonic University. While the other students were dabbling in "alternative sciences" and internships with NT, I was part of the politically active minority. The hippies converted me to anarchism, and the punks kept me there. Punk rock was pretty fun. I toured with local bands, moshed with the best of them, tried to spread my propaganda to the audiences most willing to hear it. After a little vandalism at a concert gone wild, I moved to the Mockridge Heights anarchist cell. Thought the cops were after me, knew about my little revolutionary plot, and I wanted to lose them.
Turns out they weren't. But cops were the least of my troubles...
Letter to Willum
Dude, was that your organization? It's rumored that the incident at Cater NT was the work of your group.
Send me a call, Matt
Letter to New Arkham Cell
The revolution is here! The military claims that it's a "biological weapon," but we know better. The riots, the martial law... We must finish what the DNR started! Rise up against the state-corporate complex!
-Your Comrades, Mockridge Heights Cell
03:40, 25 January 2011 (UTC)
Now that my shock has subsisted, let me get this straight: THERE ARE ZOMBIES OUT THERE. I snuck back into the city after the evacuation, hoping to find my old friends. I didn't. At least it's not like in the movies, where you can't cure the infection. You can. All it takes is some basic first aid. That is, if you haven't become one of...those...damn, "zombies" makes me sound nuts, but, that's the only thing to call them. Well, a lot of survivors have figured out the old NecroTech equipment. Not even death is permanent here.
Unfortunately, the state is trying to make a comeback. After all we've worked for! And they're probably going to seize all the revivification equipment, make the revivers go by their rules. It would solidify their control. Anyone who they don't like would suffer a permanent death. Anyways, rumors get around fast. I've heard stories of resistance groups, but the guerrillas at the old army base seem the best. Fought, allied with and fought the local garrison.
