"I write down my thoughts in hopes of achieving some form of epiphany, less I loose what is left of my sanity in this cell.....
The unpleasant memories of the past are crawling in my head, like leeches. They won't go away. All the bad things in life that I ever faced have resurfaced, starting from youth and ending with recent days.
I look into my past before the outbreak and realize, that had nothing pleasant to remember: poor family in a developing country. My parents had to work all the time to sustain us, while my brother was hanging out with local thugs. All left by myself. Loneliness has been a constant companion for most of the life...and it was killing me from the inside.
The worst thing was my incredible bad luck with girls. No matter how much pick-up and other things I learned, there always seemed to be something repulsive about me, that drove them away from me, yet I could never figure out what it was. I was so fed up by those failures, I convinced myself, that I was one of those people, that are just not made for love. It was irritating the hell out of me.
Then I emigrated to the US, only to become a homeless person a year later. Three years spent crawling in the streets of Fairview in search of food.
My life was entirely empty and useless. I was on the verge of ending it once and for all.
But then the voices in my head started speaking of upcoming changes and that I was chosen to survive. And they were true: three days later the outbreak started. Through what miracle I managed to survive is beyond understanding, but for the first time in many years, I have felt Lady Luck being my ally.
Sure, the things at the outpost weren't so good at the start, being on your own. But the voices brought me to the halls of Fenrir's Fangs, saying I belong here.
And that's where my real story begins: my life finally had purpose. The odds were against me: the weakest recruit just happened to be me, yet fate had it, that I survived all the trials and became a full time battle brother.
Four years later, I was an Athro rank, leading nearly a quarter of the entire clan into victory after victory. It was thanks to Modem and me, that we secured the north-eastern part of Fairview. It was I, who led the attack against the Winter's Fist zealots. I was among those, who destroyed our eternal rival, Ascending Dawn.
And then the turning point in my life came: I had learned of the Black Dragon clan. They appeared out of nowhere in our hold and seemed like complete strangers, but the voices told me, that my path was with them. The aura around them was that of power and fear. The dreaded gas masks hid all signs of humanity. They were the true survivors of mankind.
They took away some of the Fangs, me and Modem included.
There I met with the man, with whom the rest of my life had been linked: the Archlord Vora X. The greatest Agent of the Dragon.
Even in the Fangs, I still couldn't get rid of those nightmares, that haunted me about my past life and all the failures I have witnessed. But Vorax stopped them. He tought me to qualm all the noise in my mind. He even helped me silence the voices.........some thing they were not very pleased about.
He tought me the importance of discipline, willpower and awareness. He showed me all, that I know of the other world. Like many before him, I became a true survivor thanks to the Archlord.
And then he disappeared. No trace of leaving. Nothing.
Without his powerful leadetship, the Black Dragon dissolved quickly, VOID being the most famous of the factions. They are pretty much our successors, but they are not Black Dragon in heart, like Rezno is.
Multiple reorganizations and attempts of return have brought to nothing but despair. We lost many of our best in the following years...Ashley, Meat, Guardian, Flynn, Tratpan...oh how I miss Tratpan.
A few years later, I could feal my True Self's voice fading in the darkness...the voices were resurfacing. My innder demons were taking back possession of me...
I...can't.....take it...anymore.
Must...meditate.
Need more time........
*Unreadable symbols*
FEAR THE DARKNESS
WE WILL SHATTER YOUR SOULS
ALL WILL FEEL THE WRATH OF THE SUPERIOUR ONES"
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