Journal:The Malice
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This is a small tape with a small sticker stuck to it. The name on the sticker has been scratched out.
It used to read "Private Arkan."
When you place it in a radio and hit play, a monotone, British-sounding voice begins speaking. It's a record of military strikes, apparently from a man in the army. Everything appears to be the same tedious rescue missions until about halfway into the tape, which begins at day 89.
Day 89
"Another textbook rescue mission saved ten people today. Everything's normal.
A knocking sound
"Hold on, there's someone at the door."
There is a soft thudding sound as though the tape recorder was put down somewhere, and then footsteps. The door is opened. The voice talks again, but much more quiet as though it was far away.
"Hey - this is a private military complex and - WHOA! WHAT THE HELL! HEY! YOU SICK BASTARD! YOU CAN'T DO TH-!"
The voice cuts off and a very loud 'FSSHHH' sound is heard. Something explodes and a very loud crash comes from the other side of the room, along with screams and gunfire. More voices sound - other voices.
"Was that a flare gun?"
"Yeah! Kill him!"
More gunfire, along with multiple screams. Another 'FSSHHH!' is heard and another explosion sounds mere seconds later.
"WHAT THE HELL? WHO ARE YOU?!"
Someone laughs and pumps what sounds like a shotgun.
"You can't shoot me, I'm on your si- Argh! YOU BAST-ARGH!"
Two shots sound and then everything is quiet. After a few minutes, footsteps sound and the tape recorder is picked up. It gets turned off.
