Here you will find my rablings, ande some of the pages from my old diary (the one with the bitemarks). I've tried to restore it all, so I hope future generations will see how it was to be a "pioneer".

04-03-2005, 04:14 PM

Waiting... Still waiting... It's been two weeks since we sent that letter to the Federal Empire. They seem so busy these days. And we really need those signs. Belk bar is so gonna become the greatest bar in calypso.

Today I was thinking of going hunting some mutants, and maybe take a walk on Amethera. That place still creeps me out. I wonder why they placed all those appartments there. Why not near Zychion? I still dream of having not to sleep on the hard floor in the corridors, waking to the sound of noisy mutants that got past the turrets. I want a soft, fluffy bed. With pillows, and teddy-bears.

I keep having those damn nightmares. I know I was only 2 when my mother got shot, but in my dreams I can clearly see how those horrific drones walked up to her and shot her at close range... Seeing my father drop to the ground with bloodred tears running down his wrinkled face... The cries from my mother wrigling in pain out there, and my father unable to do anything.

I don't want anymore of this. The drones have to be shut down one way or another. I will sacrifice my life if so necesary.

One day we will be free from these monsters. And one day I will reunite with my father I hope. Maybe he will take me back.

04-04-2005, 01:35 AM

It's been a slow day. Started off by going to PA (that stinky town) to sell some ore. Got lucky at last, but what's up with the gazz-buyers? where do you hide? I eventually had to tt it, because I really needed the money. Bought the usually amount of ammo, and threw some mines in just to test my luck. I then packed my bags, and tp'ed to orthos, and headed west.

There it was again, my hideout for the last few days. This dangerzone has proven to be quite rich in minerals, so I started mining. In the end, I actually made a profit, and I continued my new hobby: calamasoid-slaying, which didn't prove as successfull. Remind me never again to hunt encumbured. In the end a grown-up feffoid got the best of me. After my head cleared from all those electroshocks, it was time to find a tp and head for PA. If it was only that easy...

Some hours later, I got my stuff sold, and wanted to check out some new parts of this dangerzone, so I headed north-west from PA. all the way one newcommer kept sending me all these annoying messages on my com-device, which was driving me insane. I just crossed the outer limit when the anger took the best of me. I had to get it out of my blood. Check radar. Green dots. Scout around. Oohh, orangejuice and someone else. Reload gun. put on armor. Time to burn some meat. A few shots later, both green dots laid dead on the ground before me, and then came the surprise... Some mobs had spotted me, and came russhing my direction. I was surrounded, and I knew I didn't stand a chance. I threw off my armor, just in time before the first blow hit my head. It went dark...

Reviving a few seconds later, I saw them again. That orangejuice and the other dude. Pissed off. I just laughed, told them how much I cared, and went on to find a tp to get me home. Home to Zychion. To the sound of mutants in the distance. To the buzzing of the broken teleporter. To my little shell, where I will stay until the world pokes me, and another day at this wretched planet awaits.

04-05-2005, 02:18 AM

I had that dream again. Only this time it lasted a bit longer. Does it mean anything, all those grids? The drones, the creatures. Is that my mother and father I see on the other side?

Didn't do that much today. My peds are running short, so I have to find uses that makes them last for a while. Decided to have a long training-session, so I headed over to Phoenix. As usual, place was crawling with newcommers, and I thought I'd bring some of them with me. Evading mobs for ours is boring, but having someone to talk to makes it so much better.

We found us a berycled that had wandered away from it's family. Poor thing, even in it's vicious nature, there is something beautiful about these creatures. I remember my mother telling stories of animals from a planet called Earth. Most walked on four legs, and you seldom saw flying animals that was bigger than a human. And they feared us. Like we fear the drones. Are we just paracites, and the drones have a higher purpose? Maybe they are put here to remove us, the destroyers, the desecrators of the land...

After an hour or two I needed a break, and my rascal was starting to get too many holes in it, so I headed over to Zychion to have an afternoon sleep. I forgot how it was to have a hard training-session. I was so exhausted...

Woke up by the sound of gunfire. Someone broke through the defence again. I guessed it to be an atrox young, by the sound of it. Walked up to the top floor, got my armor repaired, and decided to invest in a scanner at the same time. Funny thing those scanners. They look so weird, like a boxing-glove.

*BeepBeeP* Seldom do I bother with the EBN-reports, but lately it's been interesting. This dead thief and all. Seems like someone found one of the items. Gotta look up this chap and congratulate him. 25k peds... That could have bought my father a brand new home. That would buy my whole soc a new home. But I don't think I'd like having that much money. I like having to struggle a bit. Fight for survival. Sleeping on the concrete.

Anyway, I headed back to Phoenix and found a couple of nice OJ's and brought them with me. Two hours later I still don't know who sweated the most, me or the bery's. Guess I'll never know. Right now, I'm sitting on the roof above Belk, watching the clouds drift by. The sun is setting. Another day completed. Another one awaits.

04-07-2005, 03:34 AM

Oh what a boring day. Nothing much has happened in the few last days. Being broke is more boring than I can remember. I need to find a job soon. Maybe someone needs to get rid of some drones.

Something interesting happened. Was in CP and trained some more, when I came across Firew0lf and Ultimababe. I've just heard of these people before, it was so cool to meet them in person. And they are as nice as people say. They adviced me to buy an aggressio, so I headed to the auctioneer in Troy and fetch me one. Never knew how fun it is to punch a snablesnot to death. Must be repeated.

04-25-2005, 01:35 AM

Sorry my little diary, I've been away from your for a long time now. This is my first time to Zychion for several weeks, so that's why I didn't write to you.

Much has happened. I was poor, I got rich, and now I'm poor again. And I'm no longer a citizen. It didn't feel right anymore, I had to get away, try something new. Something was missing, and I think I've found it. The Society of Hunters Unlimited has provided me of more fun, more adventures, and more cameradery that I felt I lacked in ZC. Yes, I did try out another soc, but it didn't feel right.

The new threat from the drones is scary. I feel more paranoid than ever, and I hope someone will do something about it. Taking my time with some cornundacaudas on the beach, I encountered the new rumoured drones, the Defenders. My god, I didn't even get one shot before it laid me to waste. But with the ongoing research, maybe we will get new weapons to fight this menace.

I have also taken short trips ti Itacha, in hopes of finding my father. Our old house is just ruins, probably from drone fire, and I can't find any traces of dad. Either he is hiding from me, hiding from them, or maybe he's dead... The new uproot in Atrox activity made me think more and more of him, so I hope everything is allright.

Diary, I have to go now, but I'll leave you here, in our secret place, and I promise to come back. When, I don't know, but I promise. And if anyone else should find this recorder, please leave it where you found it. It's the only reminder of my past I have.

05-01-2005, 01:25 PM

Training and mining, and an occational hunt. That's been my last days. Had time to drop by the Citadel today, so the diary gets an update.

Seems like the drone-attack is slowing down. it's kept me on high alert all the time. Some of my friends from ZC killed one liast night and got over 1000 ped for the parts. That's just great.

I've heard some rumours lately, that the Federal Empire is deploying fertilizer-station on Amethera. I wonder what it will be good for. Maybe some of the society-owned land will become agroculture or something. Maybe I should apply for a job as a farmer? No, I'm no farmer, I'm a drifter. I go where I'm needed, when I'm needed.

07-13-2005, 11:24 AM

Back in ZC again. The last days have been fun. First of all I got hold of a coat to keep me warm. Then, on an expedition around Nymphtown, I came across an old communication-station, which seem to be operational. It did distort the sound though, so I'm not sure if people will hear me if I try to use it. I think I gotta go back and investigate some more.

03-28-2006, 10:05 AM

I got it... My diary, with bitemarks from that trox who found my hidingplace. Over a year I went there, every day, hiding from the coldness of the world. Then it all changed.

Yeah, I blame the Empire. I thought that for once, there was a quite place. Hasn't this city seen enough? Look at it, it's a testament to disaster. Yet still it was tranquil, with the occational Feffoid wandering in, and the city guards putting it down before it did any damage. But now... I feel that my life got invaded by everyone. I sat on the bridge last week, looking down. Hundreds of people, where I usually saw flowers. Gunfire where I used to hear birds. All because of the Empire. Doesn't anyone remember Colluseum? Or maybe someone remembers it too well...

Zychion Citadel used to be my sanctuary, where I could be by myself for 5 minutes, take a breath, remind myself of why I'm doing this. And now it's all ruined. Some say it was allready ruined, but not in my eyes. I saw a city, once so glorious, once so proud, but still so special. I bet these new people doesn't even care to read the testament below Belk.

All for entertainment... I think the Empire wants to put on a new way to control people. Unhappy people will have time to think, and free thought is bad for business. And as always, history repeats itself. Instead of lions, we have troxies. Instead of cheering audience, there are cameras everywhere. So they assigned the Citadel an "event"-zone, drawing in hundreds of people who never would have set a foot there otherwise. Now people can sit in their appartment, watching people abuse the revival-technology or try to gather as much items they can, while they eat their daikiba-steak and drink their binary vodka, drooling on the couch. It's disgusting! But the Empire smiles. Because people are happy again. Or should I say "happy", in my mind they are just manipulated sheep who think the entertaiment makes their day more sensefull.

I got enough. I had to get away, but there was one thing to do first, one last visit to my former home. It rained that day, and my mind was full of anger and sadness. I got reckless. Reaching down in the rubble where my precious diary lay, something caught my eye. A fellow entropian was laying on the ground, screaming, raising his malfunctioning powerfist in the air, trying to protect himself. I could hardly make out the shape of the creature above him, the rain pouring down against my face. The instinct kicked in. Drawing my enforcer, I ran head first into battle. Screaming to the crowd to draw their weapons and fire, I put my eye against the scope, aimed, and fired. Then tragedy struck. Instead of a fallen trox, the scream stopped. Time froze for a second, and I could smell blood. Human blood. The thunder struck above me, and woke me up. Mr. Trox had a new target, the dead fish on the ground gave no competition, and turned it's awful head towards me. Light filled the air as my rounds fired at him, merely scratching his thick skin. He must have been about ten minutes away when I heard a buzzing sound from my gun. The rain must have shorted something inside, because the only thing exiting the weapon, was the same buzzing noise. Diary in one hand, and a ruined gun in the other, I had to act fast. I threw the Enforcer against my new nemesis, and turned around, my legs running as fast as they've ever done. He was closing in, and I felt I lost control of my body with every muddy step I took.

Bang, I hit the ground, water soaking my cloths and almost drowning me as I reached for air. Trying to get to my feet, the sharp intence pain hit my right arm. He was here, the big ugly trox. Someone must have done something really wrong to him, as I've never seen such a pissed off animal before. His jaws tightened, and with his pure force, lifted me and shook me like a ragdoll. Thunder cracked above, the light flashing in those big black eyes. I must have been in shock, I never registered the bullet that went past my head, hitting the monster right between the eyes. We both fell to the ground as a huge chunk of meat, then everything went silent.

I regained conciensness a few minutes later, with the taste of blood in my mouth. A young man stood above me trying to get the beast of off me. I took a deap breath, closed my eyes, and tryed to focus on the pain. Then it went black again.

I woke up three days ago in a small cabin. The smell of boiling soup filled the nicely decorated room, and I could hear the birdsy singing outide. I felt like I was home, my childhood home in Itacha. Then reality struck: I had killed an innocent man, outside a designated killzone. I had to flee at once, as the Empires guards would most probably be looking for me.

Stumbling out of bed, I noticed my diary lying on the oak wood table in the center of the room, beside my nicely folded cloths. That trox had sunk it's teeth into it, but it looked like it had survived, so I dressed myself quickly, opened the window, and snuck out. Poor guy, helping a wounded person, who just sneaks away, without saying thanks... "I'll make it up if I ever meet him again", I thought as I stumbled across the grassy fields.

The place felt like a new landscape, but there was something familiar with it. Combibos walked past me as I ran for the unknown future. I sat down at a windmill, trying to catch my breath. It was now I forged out the details of my plan.

The pipes that lay unhidden by the windmill hinted that this must be the outskirts of Minapolis. I'd have to sneak into town, find the storagebox, and grab whatever I had stashed up, sneak into the tp, find a pilot, and get the hell out of here.

Now I'm sitting here, in the glass hallway at Club Neverdie, watching the stars. I'm a refugee, taking shelter wherever I can find a calm spot. At least there are lots of places to hide my diary here, and no troxes around. Hopefully the news won't travel to this outskirt of the solarsystem, at least I haven't met a single Empire guard yet. I'll try to live here, incognito, untill the day my past catches up. And I'll be prepared...

03-29-2006, 10:07 PM

I haven't slept much lately, it takes some time to get used to the music up here. The freshøy painted halls echo the disturbance in the air so well, it's almost like it's in my head. Everywhere I go there is a beat, and I can't say it calms me down. With the recent news and rumours, my mind has been spinning.

Yesterday EBN broadcast a newsclip about the recent developments of robot activity on Calypso. Wolverines hope is almost declared lost, and troops are attacking Nates Valley around the clock. I can't imagine the loss of people down there, I even bet the moons are red these days. But this isn't my main concern... Amethera is just a nomansland, stripped of personality, just wastes of dirt. Societies waging war against each other for small pieces of land, even smaller areas become the new huntinggrounds for so called "businessmen", which in my world, is just some spoiled rich kid who got sent here because they cheated on their math exam, and are now bored.

Eudoria, Fort Itacha to be specific, is my main concern. The drones are building another army there, and I can't imagine how it looks down there. If there was only some way for me to get in touch with my old allies. I so much want to know how the status is down on the island. There are even rumours about the Empire wanting to blow it all up. What good will that do? The drones will just continue coming, and our world will have one less city. Strike at the heart is my opinion. Send some suicidal maniac right into bot HQ with a warhead on his back.

Oh I miss Calypso. It's so cold and sterile up here. I can hardly sleep at night on these metal floors. Two days ago I didn't something cruel, but I did it out of instinct. It's was one of those less sunny days, and the night wasn't much warmer. I had found myself a desolate corner down in L4, when a OJ walked by. He seemed to be suffering some travel sickness, I even think I saw some hint of green in his face. But I wasn't so much interested in him, but what I saw under his arm. A blanket. A colorfull blanket, probably make of ambuskin. Oh, I so wanted it. My fingers had started turning blue, as the draft in here swept the dust across the floor. Picking up a steel wrench, I snuck up behind the fresh meat, and slammed the piece of iron into the back of his head. Dragging the lifeless body into a hangar bay, I closed his eyes and whispered into his ear: "I hope you are in a better place now". Full of guilt, I ran back to the scene of the crime, grabbed the blanket, and ran back to my little corner. I had nightmares that night.

What have I become? Am I a cold blooded murderer, or a pure human trying to look after herself?

Hush.. I hear someone coming. What are they talking about? An official from the Antitrust Commision dead? Shot by a bystander in the rain? Oh lord, let this be a mere coincident. If this is what I think, things are gonna change. I might be up here far longer than planned...