User:JudgeBernard
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Hello Citizen. My name is Bernard, Judge Bernard. I'm from Mega City One, and I'm not sure how I got here. I have some patchy recollections of being a fireman, reading a comic called 2000AD, but I can only assume these are implanted memories put there to confuse me. I'm a Judge dammit!
Sorry....sorry. Nearly lost it again. I know I'm a Judge, and my duty is to protect citizens and arrest perps. I will carry out my duty, along with my fellow Judges from Sector House 301. Yes...that's it, we've all been posted to Sector House 301, sometimes called 'The Pit'. Things have gotten pretty bad here, and I can't find my lawgiver. Got to keep it together, administer the law, and await backup. Dredd used to be sector chief here. He's on his way, I distinctly remember hearing it through my helment radio. He's bringing backup. Must have got delayed on the skedway. I've lost my helmet so I can't hear him anymore, but he will come.
Must have been a break in the wall, necrotised cursed earth perps everywhere. Citizens seem to be going crazy, don't know anything about Judges, or how to get back to the rest of the city. Must be some kind of halucinogen in the water sent them all mad, like the block wars. Maybe the Sovs are back, I can't be sure.
It's ok, I'm myself again.
I'm proud to be a Judge; a custodian of the law. We WILL bring justice, we WILL uphold the law, and we will continue the fight no matter what. We will not give up. Backup is on it's way.
Judge's Personal Log
April 23rd 2006
The last few days have been a bit mixed. I'm slowly regaining my former skills as a Judge, all to the good. The effects of whatever hit us must be wearing off. However, I'm still rather disturbed by cit behaviour. The remarks of some of the local KNW show a distinct lack of respect for the uniform. Judge Terry has decided to take the diplomatic option in this case. I was, at first, highly concerned over Terry's judgement, but on reflection I think a more discrete approach is needed under the circumstances. It does gall though, as this is so far from the behaviour a Judge would normally tolerate or exhibit. How far the mighty have fallen, and how far have we to go. My yearning for the restoration of order has reached new heights, as the familiar and comforting power of the Law has disappeared almost overnight. The old saying is that any civilisation is 3 meals away from anarchy. Well...we're a long way beyond 3 meals, it would seem.
Focusing on the positive, it won't be long until Dredd gets here. Every time he has faced something like this, he has overcome it, and I have no doubt he will again. I guess the thing I never realised was the personal cost involved. I know that these events have changed me, and I'm ashamed of how easily shaken I've been. Dredd has faced his own clone-brother and killed him...twice. He's faced down everyone from Judge Death to Mean Machine. Even when the Justice Department has been corrupted from the inside, he has had the same iron-solid conviction. He's always known he was right. I've wavered under the kinds of stress levels that Dredd must face on a weekly basis.
Still, Judges are human, and while my conviction has wavered, my actions have not. I know Judge Terry is not too happy with me for confronting this cit group, but I followed my judgement and the law as I was trained to do. It won't be long until order is restored, and until then I have the opportunity to restore his confidence in me as a negotiator as well as a fighter. When things are back to normal, there are a few cits who will get a visit from their friendly neighbourhood Judge, along with his day stick. They'll be old men by the time the cubes spit them out again.
April 20th 2006
After a couple of days of defending citizens from zombie perps, I've managed to regain some of my former hand-to-hand skills. This has helped considerably, not just with the task in hand, but also with morale. Just as well, because there was a disturbing incident with a member of the local KNW. I have taken this up with the KNW leadership. We'll see what happens.
The incident has, however, left me with a bad taste in my mouth. Before this current crisis hit, the local cits had a certain respect for Judges. This may have birthed from fear as much as awe, but there was a line that the ordinary cit-on-the-street would not cross. As a Judge, you could feel the full weight of the law poised to fall on anyone who crossed that line, and now...it's like the law has gone away. I can't believe a cit threatened me. I still know the law, and I still serve the law, but it is one of those times where I don't feel the law. A senior Judge once told me there would be times like this, and I believed him. It's a different thing to experience it, however, and under circumstances I couldn't have imagined. It's like one of the stories we're told of the city being overrun before. Distant, unthinkable in the day-to-day.
I still know what my job is, but as I bed down for the night in an all-but-deserted club, surrounded by the detritus of this city's former way of life, I wish I was amongst my fellow Judges. Judge Terry was taken down after being unable to penetrate the barricades. Judge Arthur is in a building I can no longer enter, and we're still awaiting news from Judge Timmy. Never have I felt more alone.
I just re-read a little piece I wrote on the nature and origin of the law. It improved my spirits a bit. Some say the law has been around for thousands of years, and others that it was waiting for us to discover; that the law exists independant of humans. I like to think that's the case. I know that as long as my heart is beating, I'll seek to uphold the law. It is the goal and purpose of my life.
I just wish it was a little bit easier in this chaos. I just wish Dredd was here. With him around, you don't need the feeling of the law looking over your shoulder; it's right there with you.
I wrote a little Haiku, to focus my mind while I await the morning:
Zombie ate my brain,
Now I stand up, tall, alone.
Dredd is coming...soon.
April 18th 2006
Kempsterbank seems pretty hot
Let's start some judging; shoot the lot!
Instead of Z's we call em 'creeps'
Anything we finds we keeps
Barricade and search, annihilate.
Use Judge Arthur as some bait
Hope that Dredd shows, pretty soon
or Bernard may become a loon
Unfortunately, Bernard's dead
Some creep ate him, stove in his head
NT pass by, he says 'please sir!'
All that comes out, is 'Mrh?'
Bernard's had a little lurch
Now he's found the perfect perch
Revive me now, at St Luke's
I said right now you stupid pukes!
When he gets up he'll kick some creep
but for now he needs some sleep
With all this 'graahh'ing his brain's a-humming
...just wait until he's got free running.
Many thanks to the Kempsterbank Neighbourhood Watch for the revive.
