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| I am a cop...or I'm supposed to be...
| | David Fishel. Captain of F.E.A.R. Fortress veteran. |
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| I am working for The Fortress
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| I will survive
| | My wiki sucked. I'll make it not suck when I have the time. |
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| ==December 9th, 2005==
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| Finally, found a computer...
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| I'm stuck in [[Nichols Mall]], and the zombies are coming...
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| [[The Fortress]] has left me, ignoring my text messages, but its too late now, Stanbury Villages telephone mast has been taken out. The people around me are nervous, and a man went crazy and ran outside. We havn't seen him since...
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| My badge is tarnished, spatterd with blood. Although I'm not really a cop...it still means something. In my wallet, I have a picture of my daughter, 16. Me and her got in a big fight, and she stormed off before I left for my mission in Malton. Then, all hell broke loose... | |
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| I'm holding out for some [[Fortress]] men, but its not comin...
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| ==September 12th 2006==
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| Jesus Christ, it's been a while. Many a thing have changed, [[The Fortress]] has grown into a major group. I've become a reporter for the group, and I've seen many a thing. Too much to state here, so why not start from today? I recently woke up from a dirt nap. Thanks to some friendly NT guys, I'm feeling (albiet a little wounded) just fine. Running an op, but cant give out any more intel than that. Now I really need to type up my first report!
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| ==Septemeber 13th, 2006==
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| I had a couple wounds...okay, I got the stuffing knocked out of me, but a few friends fixed me up. Nothing else to report, been pretty quiet. Fine by me, I could use the rest...
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| Now that I have time to rest..., my mind turns to my family. It's been a battle, and I've had to focus my mind only on surviving. I feel a little guilty, but I had to do what I could to live. Susan, my ex-wife took the my daughter, Claire, in the divorce. Now, I see them once a month. Claire's grown distant, perhaps because of my job, perhaps because of her mother, or perhaps, I am the one at fault. But, despite all this, my daughter is the one thing that keeps me going.
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| ''I don't care if I have to walk to hell and back, I will see her again.''
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| ==September 20th, 2006==
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| For the first time in a year, some down time. Well, downtime, the Malton way. A little party, a few pkers, and a little run in with a certain officer of The Fortress...
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| But hey, takes my mind off of the horror. At least I got some fighting practice...
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| ==September 22nd, 2006==
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| I was a fool to think anything nice could come of this city. I'm ready to kill something. Damnit, I feel on the verge of going nuts! I need some fresh air...but the smoke from the fires robs even that from this place. To hell with this city.
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| ==September 24th, 2006==
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| Man, I'm so popular, I've got people who want to be me! Of course, he must PK...with a crowbar. How pitiful. Oh well, it's nice to know I'm so damn '' sexy'' , I've got people who want to be me.Greeeaaatt...
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| ==October 1st, 2006==
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| For the first time, I was forced to kill a zombie spy. Although I knew it was the right thing, something tells me that it may have been a mistake. Even if he was a zombie spy, killing another human is something I don't want to ever do again...
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