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This is my story:
Before the quarantine, I was just a soldier. A sergeant in the military told to do immoral things so a meager salary and to not disappoint a country I no longer care for. I couldn't take it anymore. They are just as deserving of safety as I was. Yet it seems no one cares for anyone else.
It seems everyone is more worried with their own survival. Throwing others with "suspicious names," the "names" are just nick names or self appointed titles.
OK, sure, The Butcher of what ever suburb is not really a good title. But killing girls with the name Lilly is just wrong. Just because one Lilly kills doesn't mean they all do. These people of Vinetown trash people for having sympathy, for having some form of a clue as of whats going on. The Rogues Gallery set up in resource building tries and teaches people about murderers and sickos.
No one ever listens they always look out for themselves. Even in the DSS I saw this. Most of us looked out for each other but there is always at least one. The CAPD...
No many were there to talk to the others to look out for the others. It seemed some wanted a group to look after their butt just in case the worst happens. Sure they helped but in the end they helped themselves.
No one seems to care about anyone else anymore. Before the quarantine, love was a word tossed around like candy. "Oh, I love this" "Oh, I love that." Rubbish. Well it seems that the law just needs to be upheld. Show them that they need to find sympathy again, find compassion, regain intelligence.
Upon entering Vinetown, my friend was slain in front of a crowd. I tried to intervene but was too late. I tried to exact revenge on the murderous inquisitor but was unsuccessful. The Inquisitors do not no anything of good or evil, innocent and guilty.
I have donned the armor of a holy crusader, a paladin. The paladin is the holy warrior of God, chosen to protect the innocent from the guilty, the good from the bad. Since no other has stepped up to attempt to work against the unholy and the evil, I have chosen to wear the traditional armor of the paladin and work in the name of God.
The Spanish Inquisition claims to work for God, finding all of the sinners and demons and slaying them to protect the innocent residing inside of Vinetown inside the quarantined city of Malton. Yet they slay the innocent, the good, over such things as names or affiliations.
It goes on no more. They shall feel justice and the blade of my sacred knife. Their blood shall be spilled in the name of God and all innocents who have felt their unjust ways.
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