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Elsa Becker, born 1997 in Berlin, now known as City 36 . First and only child to a couple of civil servants working for the current government. They are dead now. Both of them were taken away from me by force, and I couldn't do anything about it. I suppose I didn't know them a lot, about as much as you can know someone at that age. To me it doesn't matter though, the hatred I feel for those who wronged me, who took them away from me, it drives me forward. I came from nothing and I had nothing.
I was harassed, made fun of, I had to beg to survive. And no one cared. NO ONE was there to take pity on me, everything I have now, I worked hard for. Despite everything and against everyone. I promised you that one day I will achieve something, and Benefactors be my witness, I will make you proud. No matter the cost.
Sometimes I ask myself who or maybe, what am I? Honestly, I can never give a precise answer. Or to put it short, I don't know. Not in a literal way, I know my name is Elsa Becker and so on. I mean it in a more of a philosophical sense. It is funny really, I know what I want in life, but wherever I am presented with a choice, I struggle. Why? Do I really need to be told what to do? Can’t I think for myself? I guess that maybe I just like being told what to do, being guided towards the goal. I feel safe that way.
Each day I push on, each day I spit in the face of those who despise me. I work in a Ministry now. Every time I broadcast They have to bear my existence in their lives, knowing that despite everything, I am still here, that I am better than them. I was even awarded a ring of resilience for my performance in VET. The satisfaction I feel whenever someone recognizes me, each day that I can spend being better than those dogs, it is like a drug, and it feels so good.
Am I really becoming a mindless monster? A puppet that just spews what they tell me to? ... I guess someone normal could ask that, but I honestly feel good where I am. I work for the only people that showed me kindness, gave me something without asking for something to be given in return. I am a bother to those who despise us, my voice is like a drill. Annoying and loud, something they can do nothing about. Good riddance.
Soon I will be in the party, it is all but certain at this point. I will be part of something even greater than me. Ascension, immortality, eternal victory, control. It is all so close, and yet is still so far away. I want it all, I deserve it all, I will have it all.
I wonder, are you proud of me mom? I wish I could ask you that but you and dad are both gone. I wish I could have seen your reaction to me getting my ministry job, feel you hug me and tell me how well I am doing. I miss you both so much.
Each day I work, spreading the word of the Union. And what do I get In return? I get attacked. I get attacked for doing what I am told to do. And what did that achieve hm? Did it stop them? Or me? No, because I am not weak like you. I am like the Union. I do not back down until I achieve what I want. No matter the cost. And if it means that things need to be sacrificed, then so be it.
I need to be more careful. They are everywhere around. Waiting for the right moment to strike. I cannot fail. I need to keep my promise. For you mom. But is the cost worth it? I can feel that I am giving away more and more of what makes me human... Sarah, you said I changed. And deep down I feel like you are right. But I don’t think I will ever go back, change. Sometimes it worries me.
And my hard work will be rewarded. I am a Party member now. Another promotion in VET. Finally some progress. Finally I can say I achieved something. But that is not enough, not even close. It only means that there is more work ahead of me. For the Union, towards Ascension. I will not back down now. I will not fail.
I was so close to losing it all. And for what? For a damn slummer? A couple stupid words almost cost me everything I have worked for. And now you treat me like I that? Calling me names, really? I almost failed because I showed compassion to someone I shouldn’t have. Never again. With each step the ground gets more steeper. The higher I get the easier it is to lose it all. But I can’t slip. I must keep my promise. I must rid myself of what keeps me down, of the things that keep me back from achieving Ascension. Everything for the Union. Whatever the cost may be I serve.
How much am I willing to give away? I should have asked that question before it all started. It is too late for that now. I feel nothing when I send someone to their death only because they wear a piece of cloth. I felt nothing when I was sent to deal with Sarah. My friend, and I treated her like a stranger, only because I was ordered to. She said that I have changed the day I joined MoE, and I feel she is right. I gave away so much of what I had so little to begin with. I think Urey or someone asked me if I would kill if they told me to. Back then I just switched the subject, it made me uncomfortable to think if I could really do that. But now? I think I know, and I don’t think I should be proud about how I would answer…
I was harassed, made fun of, I had to beg to survive. And no one cared. NO ONE was there to take pity on me, everything I have now, I worked hard for. Despite everything and against everyone. I promised you that one day I will achieve something, and Benefactors be my witness, I will make you proud. No matter the cost.
Sometimes I ask myself who or maybe, what am I? Honestly, I can never give a precise answer. Or to put it short, I don't know. Not in a literal way, I know my name is Elsa Becker and so on. I mean it in a more of a philosophical sense. It is funny really, I know what I want in life, but wherever I am presented with a choice, I struggle. Why? Do I really need to be told what to do? Can’t I think for myself? I guess that maybe I just like being told what to do, being guided towards the goal. I feel safe that way.
Each day I push on, each day I spit in the face of those who despise me. I work in a Ministry now. Every time I broadcast They have to bear my existence in their lives, knowing that despite everything, I am still here, that I am better than them. I was even awarded a ring of resilience for my performance in VET. The satisfaction I feel whenever someone recognizes me, each day that I can spend being better than those dogs, it is like a drug, and it feels so good.
Am I really becoming a mindless monster? A puppet that just spews what they tell me to? ... I guess someone normal could ask that, but I honestly feel good where I am. I work for the only people that showed me kindness, gave me something without asking for something to be given in return. I am a bother to those who despise us, my voice is like a drill. Annoying and loud, something they can do nothing about. Good riddance.
Soon I will be in the party, it is all but certain at this point. I will be part of something even greater than me. Ascension, immortality, eternal victory, control. It is all so close, and yet is still so far away. I want it all, I deserve it all, I will have it all.
I wonder, are you proud of me mom? I wish I could ask you that but you and dad are both gone. I wish I could have seen your reaction to me getting my ministry job, feel you hug me and tell me how well I am doing. I miss you both so much.
Each day I work, spreading the word of the Union. And what do I get In return? I get attacked. I get attacked for doing what I am told to do. And what did that achieve hm? Did it stop them? Or me? No, because I am not weak like you. I am like the Union. I do not back down until I achieve what I want. No matter the cost. And if it means that things need to be sacrificed, then so be it.
I need to be more careful. They are everywhere around. Waiting for the right moment to strike. I cannot fail. I need to keep my promise. For you mom. But is the cost worth it? I can feel that I am giving away more and more of what makes me human... Sarah, you said I changed. And deep down I feel like you are right. But I don’t think I will ever go back, change. Sometimes it worries me.
And my hard work will be rewarded. I am a Party member now. Another promotion in VET. Finally some progress. Finally I can say I achieved something. But that is not enough, not even close. It only means that there is more work ahead of me. For the Union, towards Ascension. I will not back down now. I will not fail.
I was so close to losing it all. And for what? For a damn slummer? A couple stupid words almost cost me everything I have worked for. And now you treat me like I that? Calling me names, really? I almost failed because I showed compassion to someone I shouldn’t have. Never again. With each step the ground gets more steeper. The higher I get the easier it is to lose it all. But I can’t slip. I must keep my promise. I must rid myself of what keeps me down, of the things that keep me back from achieving Ascension. Everything for the Union. Whatever the cost may be I serve.
How much am I willing to give away? I should have asked that question before it all started. It is too late for that now. I feel nothing when I send someone to their death only because they wear a piece of cloth. I felt nothing when I was sent to deal with Sarah. My friend, and I treated her like a stranger, only because I was ordered to. She said that I have changed the day I joined MoE, and I feel she is right. I gave away so much of what I had so little to begin with. I think Urey or someone asked me if I would kill if they told me to. Back then I just switched the subject, it made me uncomfortable to think if I could really do that. But now? I think I know, and I don’t think I should be proud about how I would answer…
Head of the Bureau of Broadcast, officially now. Good. I have been to City 13 for the first time not long ago, it’s… different. But the same in some way. Rats and snakes all around just waiting for their time to strike and have their share. It felt nice though, to feel important, appreciated. And yet the only thing I really remember was that French woman, Ariette. I don’t know why, she caught my attention. Polite and helpful, devoted to their Administrator. Maybe she just reminds me of myself. Then the second visit to 13, for the UE. And of course they had to threaten us. They forget their place it seems. One word and all of their heads would roll. But I guess that is what humans are, selfish, power hungry and most importantly, stupid.
And yet, despite being surrounded with wealth and splendor, I still couldn’t forget you mutter. The thought of your face brings me nothing but pain, why can’t I remember how you looked? It’s all such a blurry memory but still so vivid with emotion. I feel empty, scared. Each of us is a Gestalt and like a piece of plasticine each of us takes a shape. I take took one that I should feel ashamed of. Should. There is no place for regret here though, my dear mother. Just indifference and hollowness. Maybe it is for the best you do not have to see me like this.
Yet another attack on me, the biotics think they can just bully us into submission. And to think that some people would call them our “friends”. Useless creatures only good at things that Humanity is trying to rid itself off. You really think that by harassing me you will achieve anything? Mentality of a child. No point in trying to work with them. I remember what you did to me, vividly, and you all probably remember that too. There will be no forgiveness for you, because I have none to give.
They are all dead. At least I think they are all dead. City 13 is gone. In a blink of an eye they are gone. Destruction brought upon them by themselves. I do not miss them, well, most of them. I have little hope that you survive A, but maybe there is a chance? And with each passing day our City gets worse too, constant infestations, rebel attacks. It is all so tiring. Why can’t they just give up? Is it really this hard for them to see what they are doing? That they are strangling the life out of our species? I suppose the biotics make sure they do not question such things, their little commissars. My first legislation, making life harder for those from 13, passed. For our safety, to make sure what happened there doesn’t happen here. And then something I have never seen before happens, for the first time in my life I have seen those red lights. It never got this bad before. I don’t feel safe anywhere, not my home, not my job, sometimes not even in public. I hate this feeling of constant paranoia, of having to look behind my shoulder in case someone is following me again. They think I am some sort of a VIP, while I barely have any power. Just leave me alone, please.
One moment I feel pride, I am happy with what I am doing, with my achievements. And then a second later I feel fear and shame. Why is this happening to me? Why can’t I rid myself of those feelings? Maybe all this stress is getting to me. Just need to keep on going, keep on pushing through. I have come this far and I will not, I cannot, let this all go to waste... Mutter, Vater, I don’t remember you. I know that you were there, I know what happened to you, but I just can’t remember anything else about you. Am I getting old? Maybe it’s something with those concussions? I don’t know. I miss you. I feel alone.
A merge of VET with the CWU, that means that now I am a Supervisor of the CRU. If I knew how much more work and stress it would mean… I would probably still accept it. I will not deny that it is not easy. Having to look after everything, being the one they look up to for guidance, but nothing good in life is easy. Sometimes I almost feel like there is someone just planting seeds of evil in my path, just to make it harder for me, to torment me just that bit more. This red growth, the bane of our existence, we go out each time and each time I feel just powerless. I feel tired of this constant cat and mouse we play with it. Whatever we build it destroys, and endless war of attrition. And I am afraid that we do not out produce it.
A medal. For me of all people. I do not feel like I deserve any of it, but apparently I do. I will not lie, it feels nice to be appreciated, to be seen for my efforts. And then I was given control of the binder in Industrial. A great honour and a great responsibility. I will do what I must to spread the message and keep on going towards our Ascension. I know damn well that, no matter how hard it may be, we must keep on going. Because stagnation is death, like a shark we need to move in order to breathe, to survive. And the good people around me make it just that bit easier.
They are all dead. At least I think they are all dead. City 13 is gone. In a blink of an eye they are gone. Destruction brought upon them by themselves. I do not miss them, well, most of them. I have little hope that you survive A, but maybe there is a chance? And with each passing day our City gets worse too, constant infestations, rebel attacks. It is all so tiring. Why can’t they just give up? Is it really this hard for them to see what they are doing? That they are strangling the life out of our species? I suppose the biotics make sure they do not question such things, their little commissars. My first legislation, making life harder for those from 13, passed. For our safety, to make sure what happened there doesn’t happen here. And then something I have never seen before happens, for the first time in my life I have seen those red lights. It never got this bad before. I don’t feel safe anywhere, not my home, not my job, sometimes not even in public. I hate this feeling of constant paranoia, of having to look behind my shoulder in case someone is following me again. They think I am some sort of a VIP, while I barely have any power. Just leave me alone, please.
One moment I feel pride, I am happy with what I am doing, with my achievements. And then a second later I feel fear and shame. Why is this happening to me? Why can’t I rid myself of those feelings? Maybe all this stress is getting to me. Just need to keep on going, keep on pushing through. I have come this far and I will not, I cannot, let this all go to waste... Mutter, Vater, I don’t remember you. I know that you were there, I know what happened to you, but I just can’t remember anything else about you. Am I getting old? Maybe it’s something with those concussions? I don’t know. I miss you. I feel alone.
A merge of VET with the CWU, that means that now I am a Supervisor of the CRU. If I knew how much more work and stress it would mean… I would probably still accept it. I will not deny that it is not easy. Having to look after everything, being the one they look up to for guidance, but nothing good in life is easy. Sometimes I almost feel like there is someone just planting seeds of evil in my path, just to make it harder for me, to torment me just that bit more. This red growth, the bane of our existence, we go out each time and each time I feel just powerless. I feel tired of this constant cat and mouse we play with it. Whatever we build it destroys, and endless war of attrition. And I am afraid that we do not out produce it.
A medal. For me of all people. I do not feel like I deserve any of it, but apparently I do. I will not lie, it feels nice to be appreciated, to be seen for my efforts. And then I was given control of the binder in Industrial. A great honour and a great responsibility. I will do what I must to spread the message and keep on going towards our Ascension. I know damn well that, no matter how hard it may be, we must keep on going. Because stagnation is death, like a shark we need to move in order to breathe, to survive. And the good people around me make it just that bit easier.
At times I wonder, what did I ever do to deserve such things? To be assaulted and beaten like some kind of animal? To be taken as a hostage while I watch as my friend is getting hurt? What was your plan exactly? To kidnap one of our workers in the middle of the city? To scare us and rob us? I feel anger, that I couldn’t stop you sooner, because maybe if I did, that Officer wouldn’t get hurt, maybe Sarah wouldn’t have her head almost cracked open. I honestly hope your body rots for that, you insane maniac, those bullets were too quick of a death for you, coward.
Industrial 24, a hellhole and one of the worst place I have seen. Even my heimatstadt looked better than this place. I wonder what punishment is this, sending us all here. I suppose we have to prove something to the world, to the Union and rebels alike. Prove that we can do whatever we set out to. I have been here for I don’t know how long. I worked tirelessly every day, every day I put in a 110% into my work and duties. And yet I am looked down at, me, of all people? They just do not see, they do not see the vision that I do.
Repairs, repairs, repairs. Nothing but constant repairs. Where are those “elite” workers from the CEC? It feels like the only thing they are elite at is hiding and not working. Lazy fools. When the time comes we shall purge them like the useless worms they are. The CRU is taking the brunt of it all, we work to clean this mess up, to get rid of the rot and repair this place, but we are treated like dirt, why? Are you jealous CWU, does it bother you to see a successful formation of workers?
A binder leader and a Censor General, I always push forward. Despite the incompetence of the CWU and their betrayal. Was it worth it Kratky? To make an enemy for life over a workshift? Almost taking away everything that I have ever had. I do hope you are happy with yourself, because when I am done with you, you will wish I just put a bullet in you. Back in 24 there was Wyatt to hold me back, but now? Now there is no one, I am off the leash. Sooner or later you will regret this, friend. Let’s see whose shoulder you go to cry on next. You rat.
A victory in the elections, not a surprise to be quite fair, but something to be happy about nonetheless. Now you are a Consulate-General. I am proud of you and I hope that together we can finally see our dreams through. I worry at the same time though, I feel like you are not as much of a fanatic as me, or rather, that your kindness will blind you. Maybe I am worrying too much. Time will tell, no matter what happens though, I just wish you to know that I am so, so happy to have you by my side.
I wear no mask, and I hate everything.
Constant setbacks, there is always something holding me back. I am tired of being surrounded by snakes and morons. Why can't I just be listened to for once? Why must everyone treat me with such disregard? Why why why. Even you dismiss me. I feel alone, bouncing from one wall to another, gasping for a breath of air. I feel the noose tightening around my neck. And everyone just looks the other way.
27th of September, 2021. Day I will never forget. How can someone be capable of such cruelty? To massacre unarmed civilians. To put them down like sick horses. Are those people really so heartless? Do they not know compassion? I almost died...almost. And for what? Being in the wrong place at the wrong time, just like the other twenty people? What was the point of it all? And then a vort came to help me, I think anyway, everything is turning upside down. Nothing can ever be simple. This place is like a prison for the mind. Am I going insane? Or maybe I am just seeing how insane everyone else is...
With each passing day I feel weaker and weaker, both mentally and physically. Sometimes I feel as if I am the only one that really cares about any of it. A million tasks and a million jobs, I have to do it all on my own. It is almost as if you were walking at the bottom of the sea and then suddenly you can no longer feel ground under your feet. A feeling of being lost, confusion. A dream-like state where you wish to scream, yet no one hears you. For how long can I keep up the struggle before I finally give in, before I give up on it all and accept the state of things?
I look around and all I see are snakes, incompetents and those who are indifferent. Everyone tells me how to do things, as if they knew better, they order me around as if I was a slave. They really just don’t care about me, do they? Have we really not changed as a species? Did we really not learn anything from the many lessons history gave us? Maybe it’s all for nothing, or maybe I was wrong the entire time?
Confusion, exhaustion, fear. I just want to get away from it all.
More and more paranoia, I sit idly as he grabs more power while everyone else simply watches. I feel like I am talking to a wall, if I am ever talking to someone. It’s almost as if everyone just disappeared, maybe it’s just a bad dream? I feel so tired of it all, of constantly looking over my shoulder. The politics, the lies, maybe I was just not made for it all? I think of quitting, but if I do, who will keep them in check…
I…finally went out, we sneaked out late at night, ran into someone doing graffiti, it was so scary…but, once we finally got there, it felt…good? For once in who knows how long I felt free, free from the fear, from the paranoia. It is, like back in the east, in a way. No boot on your neck, pushing you down, not having to whisper because someone will report you for a few points. Maybe I should just stay here?
Gone for just a day…and I was treated like some criminal? I don’t see anyone asking around for Makarov or you like that. But they treated me like some kind of a deserter. And worst of it all, you lied to me…you lied and put me in a cell, even though you know how afraid of it I was, why do you think I was so hesitant to answer the radio? I came back because of you, and you tossed me away. You saying there was “no other choice” doesn’t make it any better…I don’t know how to feel anymore.
So, I finally did it. I picked a side. Can’t say that, I even regret it, I don’t, I really don’t. I feel happier, I feel finally free to do what I want. Maybe it will be just a temporary thing but…you only live once. I mean, every second that I spend here with you, it feels nice, freeing. I don’t exactly know how you do it but you make all the worries go away I don’t really know how I can repay you for it all, but I promise, I won’t leave you alone out here.
So much has happened, so much that it is impossible to put into words. But I found love, redemption, I found peace. No longer am I who I once was, no longer am I Elsa Becker. I am a different person, I cut myself off from the past, not because of shame, but because I learned from it, because there is no point in it weighting me down. Now I am Celine, Celine Sutrom. I will do what I can to do good, to keep those I love safe. Thank you, for everything.
I owe you everything. I had nothing in life, and then you came. You gave me food and shelter. You provided me with a job, offered me respect. You showed me kindness for the first time in my life. Without you I would be lost, I would be nothing. Thank you, for everything.
After all that I have done, everything that I have sacrificed, it was never enough. It was never going to be enough until I died, or were turn into one of those mindless brutes. I was so stupid…
After all that I have done, everything that I have sacrificed, it was never enough. It was never going to be enough until I died, or were turn into one of those mindless brutes. I was so stupid…
I don't even remember your faces. It feels like it was ages ago, centuries of time worth. I remember so little, but I know you would both be proud of me...I hope.
What is it that you even want to accomplish? I struggle to understand how anything that you do for “the betterment of humanity and total freedom” actual pushes you towards that goal. If you took that energy and effort you put into shooting protectors and bombing places, and instead put it towards working with us, we would already be an uplifted species.
Some of you are bad, but…a lot of you are okay. I found good people here, I found special moments. Maybe if I have seen this earlier, things would’ve been a lot different.
Some of you are bad, but…a lot of you are okay. I found good people here, I found special moments. Maybe if I have seen this earlier, things would’ve been a lot different.
I hate you all, I despise what you are. YOU are exactly what is wrong with this world. Your laziness and selfishness make me sick. I have no pity nor compassion for any of you. I HAD NOTHING, but I worked hard every single day. And now? I have more than you ever will. Filth.
Perhaps...I treated you all too harshly...
You are my family, you look out for me and I look after you. I wouldn't be here without you, without Jin and Tyriel. A safe heaven for those that need help, for those that wish for a better life.
I am honestly surprised we are even friends. We come from two such different worlds, our views are almost nothing alike… and yet. Somehow we ended up together, helping one another out during hard times, especially in the east. Your companionship brightens up my mood when I feel down, your constant nagging is adorable. Thank you for being around, it means more than you think.
I can sense there is good in your Richard, as much as you tend put yourself down, I see there is something worth fighting for in you.
I wish you would actually listen to me sometimes. We really could do so much together. I know that sometimes what I do hurts you. The way I speak to the underclass and dissidents specifically, and as much as you would like for me to change in that regard, I don’t think I ever will. I am sorry.
Even though we might not see eye to eye on everything, I will be there for you, as long as I can. Even if one day you might despise me for what I really am, I will try to help you out as best as I can. I am really happy that we found one another. I just hope the end won’t come soon.
It was only a matter of time until it happened. We both knew it would come sooner or later. I guess I should have known better than to get involved with you. We would both be better off.
I suppose this is as good of an ending as any other. I hope the afterlife treats you better than you were in life.
You lived, I honestly thought you were…gone. It is awkward, seeing you again, but not a bad thing. I just hope you don’t do anything stupid again.
I like you Greg, or as we would say in our mother tongue “lubię Cię Grzechu”. We first met in the east, when you would go out and scout with us, then when you were in VET with us. And somehow our little relationship grew over time. You stood up for me when that vort came to the camp to harass me. You were a reliable teammate when we were going out to scavenge. Your silliness makes me smile, specially when you and Nils bicker. And look at you now, owner of a shop on Victory. Congrats Greg, I hope it all goes well for you.
You really need to learn when to give up on something and that you shouldn't be playing with fire. Hopefully you are smart enough to not burn yourself, but I honestly do not know. Time will tell.
Friend, goofball, adorable guy. I love the energy you and Greg have, its always a treat to have you two around. I look forward to having you on our next VET expedition, I am sure with you and Greg there will be nothing for us to worry about, well other than you two trying to strangle one another. I really hope we spend more time together. Even if your fashion taste is clearly wrong, as my tuna jacket looks perfect.
I honestly hope you rot wherever your miserable little existence took you. I hope that wherever you are it is hell for you. You insulted me, zapped me with that beam, almost killed me and scared me for life. You had the audacity to come back and pretend everything was fine?! You are nothing but scum and one day, If the starts align, I will see you die a miserable death.
First time we met you approached me out of nowhere, asking about my day and how I feel. Then you kept checking up on me, always curious about my progress. You always were ready to lend me a hand, even when
I didn’t ask for any. I feel that your heart has kindness in it, one that I truly appreciate.
You helped me many times Wim, stood up for me when those bastards tried to rough me up. Even when no one else did, you cared. Thank you friend, I hope that together we will march towards the stars.
I didn’t ask for any. I feel that your heart has kindness in it, one that I truly appreciate.
You helped me many times Wim, stood up for me when those bastards tried to rough me up. Even when no one else did, you cared. Thank you friend, I hope that together we will march towards the stars.
Sebastian, Seb, my friend. Even though you are (or were, I am not sure at this point) a slummer I respect you. Your stories about 22 are proof that if we just cooperate, we could achieve so much. Going out with you in VET was always nice, even if you said my German side is “scary”. I will keep an eye on you Seb, we wouldn’t want you getting kidnapped again would we?
Don't regret promoting you, you are reliable and loyal. Something really scarce in this place. I hope it stays that way.
Don't regret promoting you, you are reliable and loyal. Something really scarce in this place. I hope it stays that way.
Rodrigez, I don’t know you all that much, we met on accident. Then we worked in the east, I saw you get zapped, talked with you when you felt down. I am sorry about the CCR rejecting you, but here in VET you will always have a place. I can feel that you are troubled, that maybe you wish to no longer be here. It is clear to me when you run head first into danger, but do not give up hope, ever. Sometimes I wish I could take your hand and guide you towards a greater goal.
Stoner… I wish you were here to see my first speech. To shake my hand and say "good job". You took me in when I was lost and had no idea what to do with myself. You showed me the ropes of tele-programming. A patron of knowledge and literature. You were like a shining star, in the world of darkness and idiocy. But I suppose all those who burn bright, go out first. I will never forget you, or what you did. I will carry the torch that you left for us. Until the end, until Ascension.
Asmode. I like you but sometimes I do not know what to tell you, other than „think”. Use that brain of yours and stop doing stupid stuff. I mean really? Asking that in front of the officers? Get a grip. Stop complaining and work on yourself. You have potential.
I knew it would end that way Asmode. It was only a matter of time you did something stupid. I am sure you enjoy that armband and the tattoo. I hope that they serve as a reminder of your recklessness, and keep you in line.
I knew it would end that way Asmode. It was only a matter of time you did something stupid. I am sure you enjoy that armband and the tattoo. I hope that they serve as a reminder of your recklessness, and keep you in line.
I don’t know you all that much. But I know Richard likes you, and what you do. I respect you because deep down I feel we are somewhat alike. I guess we will need to see how it all goes, but I hope to call you a friend.
In the end, it's all just business. We are all are just doing our duty, right?
You are a fine guy, but you keep poor company. We are about as compatible as me and Rich, opposites. And just like him one day a choice will have to be made on which side you are on. Or maybe you already made the choice? If so, then you chose poorly.
I knew my suspicions were correct, and it seems you have chosen your side. Not surprised really. Just disappointed. Then again, I always had a feeling you already chose them a long time ago. It will be for the best if we stay out of one another's way, for your own good. Traitor.
You saw me at my lowest point, and didn’t judge. You are a good guy Jon, you really are. Even if that panther scares the life out of me, it’s nice when you two visit. Guess we are both "traitors" now, eh? Don’t die, world needs more good in it.
I knew my suspicions were correct, and it seems you have chosen your side. Not surprised really. Just disappointed. Then again, I always had a feeling you already chose them a long time ago. It will be for the best if we stay out of one another's way, for your own good. Traitor.
You saw me at my lowest point, and didn’t judge. You are a good guy Jon, you really are. Even if that panther scares the life out of me, it’s nice when you two visit. Guess we are both "traitors" now, eh? Don’t die, world needs more good in it.
Thank you for the kindness you showed me. When I was still new around you helped me, without asking for anything in return. I really enjoy our talks, I just wish we got to do that more often.
I really like you Jess, you say we are besties and it makes me feel happy. I am not sure why you like me, but I really appreciate it. Thanks Jess.
I don't know what you see in that man, but choosing him over me? Snitching on me? After I opened up to you? And I thought you were my friend.
I really like you Jess, you say we are besties and it makes me feel happy. I am not sure why you like me, but I really appreciate it. Thanks Jess.
I don't know what you see in that man, but choosing him over me? Snitching on me? After I opened up to you? And I thought you were my friend.
My boss, Chief Censor of the ISD. I respect you a lot Troy, together we brought the former MoE back to life. Working with you has been nothing but a pleasure and I look forward to what the future holds, for both of us and the ISD itself. I feel you are a good person, you work hard and are a great boss. Glory!
Troy… jesus, I hope that at least it didn’t hurt. Rest well, friend, may the afterlife be merciful for what you did.
Alex, its been a bit since I recruited you into MoE, though I guess it’s called ISD now. I am happy that you were judged worthy of being a collaborator, that you are one of us. I feel that even though we don’t agree on certain stuff in terms of politics, we can still be good friends. I hope to see you grow and develop, good luck friend.
Congratulations on your ascension into the Party. Didn't expect you would get in, but it is a pleasant surprise. Your company is nice, certainly better than some of people in this City. It's a shame that you are on the other side of the barricade though, maybe you will change your mind about that one day. Even if not, it's a pleasure to know you.
Alex…life always takes great people too fast. Comrade, why did it have to be you? You died a hero, yes, but it doesn’t help with the pain of you being gone. My friend, I promise you, when this is over, those responsible for your death will be at the gallows. I will continue to work towards our Ascension, I know you would have wanted that. Alex, it was an honour knowing you. Glory to the fallen.
I don’t know you all that much, but from what we talked and interacted you seem eager to serve, a loyal subject of the Union. I respect that eagerness you have, your will to do hard work is commendable. You are not like the blackbands that just live in the gutter and complain, no, you are an earner, I liked that. Keep it up Marcus, and who knows, maybe one day we will be good friends.
Cross, a conscript, who would have known? You seem like a good man, you are loyal and are not afraid to put yourself on the line to do your duty. That's enough for me to like you.
Marcus, I feel like you and me are somewhat alike. That you understand me in a way that others don't. I feel no shame in calling you my friend. I honestly wish you all the best, and hope to be by your side as you achieve great things. Your friendship is a gift, one that I really appreciate. Who knows maybe you will be my personal bodyguard one day.
And that feeling was right. I find comfort in you Marcus, you are someone I can truly relay on, no matter what happens or when. At first I was skeptical of you, but with time it changed, and now look where we are hm? I honestly wouldn’t expect any of this would happen, but…I don’t regret any of it. Together we will march towards the future, together no obstacle will be too hard to overcome. You understand me like no one else, you stick by me even though you know how vile of a human I can be at times. I thank you, for everything, for not giving up on me.
"My dear Marcus", to think I would ever say those words. I am so proud of you, for constantly achieving more and more, constantly pushing forward. You are like me in that matter, we are both soldiers of the Union, we both bled for our values, and we both shall build a wondrous future for the generations to come. I value every moment we spend together.
I feel like we have drifted apart ever since we got to Industrial 24. I feel so exhausted, everything around me feels like it is slowly crumbling. Where are you? Why are you not here by my side, helping me with all of this? I don't know... So much has happened, and I feel like a dying flower, hoping for just a day more.
And just like that, it is over.
Maybe it was never meant to be? Or maybe that is how life is. I am sorry, I just couldn’t stay there, waiting, hoping that I will not be on the next train to Nova, or get dragged into some dark room and shot. I tried, I really did, but it was all too much. I hope that you are happy with it all, because I don’t regret it.
ISD intern doing art, employee of that one bar. You draw nice ill give you that, but I don’t really trust you Vlada, I sense something is off and will keep an eye on you. I hope you prove me wrong, that would be for the best.
Vlada...even if you were on the wrong side, the city still lost a great artist. I hope the afterlife is peaceful for you.
Eleanor, I don’t know why, but I have a liking to you. I can feel you are a hard worker, and I feel for you, being so overworked these days. I know it sucks, but you have a very important job, being a competent doctor in an organization that really lacks competence. I wish you all the luck with that, who knows, maybe it will get better. You did save my life that one time, giving me the meds, so you have my thanks. Though having said that, I feel something is off, maybe I am just paranoid though…
Don't know much about him. Potential threat, intentions and loyalties unclear. Have to observe and understand him more to make final judgement. Will have to remain wary.
Just stay away from me. You are dead, good.
Just stay away from me. You are dead, good.
You are a sad man Urey, and I do not mean that you are in bad mood. You are pathetic. You reject the Benefactors message, you pretend to be all high and mighty while being a nobody. You stick your hand between the doors and the frame and then cry out when your hand gets squished. If you for once in your life used that energy that you put into being an insufferable person and used it for betterment of yourself you could do great things. But no, you play around and then cry when you find out. I do not hate you, but you are not likable at all. If I had any pity left in me, I would pity you. But I don’t. I no longer feel such things. I feel emptiness, fear, sadness. Why am I talking about this?
I will not lie, tormenting you is fun. It really is, but at times I am just…. tired of it. Sometimes dealing your attitude feels like a chore, maybe I am just strange? I do not trust you in any real way I will not lie, but you are still my subordinate, and in that regard I will do what I can to keep you safe.
I will not lie, tormenting you is fun. It really is, but at times I am just…. tired of it. Sometimes dealing your attitude feels like a chore, maybe I am just strange? I do not trust you in any real way I will not lie, but you are still my subordinate, and in that regard I will do what I can to keep you safe.
Svetlana, I respect you. I respect you because you are a hard worker. You do not just give up, you try and try until you get it done. We need more people like you.
You quit your job because you couldn't stand seeing how I was treated. You listened to me instead of turning me away. You talk with me, without the fake "mask". I appreciate it, that you treat me like a real friend. You may not have realized it, but I think I really needed that hug. To see you alive and well was a relief. Thank you, for all that you have done for me.
You quit your job because you couldn't stand seeing how I was treated. You listened to me instead of turning me away. You talk with me, without the fake "mask". I appreciate it, that you treat me like a real friend. You may not have realized it, but I think I really needed that hug. To see you alive and well was a relief. Thank you, for all that you have done for me.
I worry about you, about your mental state. It is a bit ironic, I know, but still. You seem troubled, not only that but those trips with the statue have a bad influence on your mind. I just hope it is nothing that will last, because you are a good woman, deep down.
Mateo, I wish I could do more for you, that I could just use a magic wand and disappear all our problems. But sadly I can’t, the counter revolutionaries are holding both of us back. One day we will get rid of them. We will clean up this mess and bring order. Just keep doing what you are doing, your sacrifices will not be unrewarded.
Tyriel, you were on the wrong side of the barricade yes, but I feel like you are a good person. Even though I would call you an enemy a few months back, I can’t say that after seeing you face to face. I can’t see you committing the atrocities I talk about in my broadcasts. You are polite, helpful, kind. I really hope more of those insurgents are like you, maybe then even if we lose, the world won’t be that bad of a place.
That talk we had...I think I really needed it, I won't lie. To open up to you about everything that has been going on, you actually listening to my ramblings. The offer you made me. I appreciate it all Tyriel, I am glad I have met you. Though...you must work on that "nickname making" skill.
Tyriel...you are wonderful, kind, you are everything good in this world. When I was scared and alone, you did not leave my side. You showed me how life can be better, how I can be better. I did horrible things, but you forgave me, even if I did not feel like I deserve forgiveness. We went there, together, and you only seemed to worry about me dying alone, about me being afraid. I will do everything that I can to keep you safe, my little woodpecker. We are safe, we will be alright, and we will be happy, all thanks to you.
We started off awkwardly, with my back against the wall, terrified of you. Well, that is if you ignore our true first meeting. I prefer it that way honestly. Over the time I got to know you more and you are really nice, caring. You gave me all the stuff I would need, you don’t judge me, you stand up for me. You are great, I hope you have much luck with finding that someone, even if you said you don’t much care.
Jin, you really grew on me. We got close over time, and now you are my closest friend. You really mean a lot to me, I would be really sad if you got hurt, if you died. You are like family you know? Like, actually family that I never had. You defended me, you helped me, you offered me your ear and time, you offered your friendship. And I am thankful for all of those. Thank you Jin, I am glad to have you by my side.
I appreciate everything you did for me, your loyalty to me in the CRU, how you look out for me, asking if I need help or if anyone is bothering me. You remind me of a friend I once had. It brings me comfort to know someone out there is looking out for me. Thank you Alena, and please, don’t do anything silly (like running into statues that teleport you away).
Raymond, I first met you in city 24 after the failure of City 13. I admit I never trusted you back then, an outsider, hyper-republican and so on. With time you proved to me why you got where you did. Smart man with a great mind. Keep up your work, help return peace to our City. Even though you are a metadynamist these days, I don’t much care for it. I judge the person, not the flag they wave.
I suspect it was you. But I want to give you the benefit of the doubt. To think that you wouldn’t stoop so low as to do that. I have some bad taste after you “went your own way”, but we can still work for the betterment of the City. I hope one day we could even be friends, Benefactors know there is enough snakes around. Oh and, thank you for the suit.
You seem to really lack a working brain. It surprised me that the Ministry is even keeping such a moron around. How can someone misinterpret simple words like that? Or maybe you did it out of malice? I wouldn’t be surprised to be honest. In that case, well, you tried to bring me down, you failed. I don’t like you. Also you could have spared me the charade with “Unity Tribunal” you are no secret agent.
I met you a while ago, and since then you have done nothing to hurt or offend me. You don’t insult me, you don’t call me crazy. You actually listen to me when we speak. I had an amazing talk with you and I hope we can repeat it one day. I think you are going through a time of despair, that maybe you want to give up, but don’t. Never give up fighting for what you think is right. Never hand them a free win. Make them earn it.
You are a good worker, I remember when I first hired you, how I didn't even really know what I was doing. But I got you all through it, you have grown a lot, in terms of work. I am glad that i could've helped you on your path.
I met you two in the outlands of I-24, well, officially met you anyway. I am unsure if we, ever met before that, because of the masks and all that but, maybe it’s for the best that I only know this version of you. You are both kind and reliable in your own way, protective of your own, I think at least. I know you regret the past, or at least it seems so, and I know how that feels. I am happy for you both, that you found one another, found love. That you are with us, “part of the family” sort of. Will do what I can to help you two out, keep you safe. Hope you will do the same for us, ay?
We met while in the city, a simple „hello, I am X” a nod and that was it. Then the city fell and I found you out there, you joined us, you helped us. You looked out for us, just like we did for you. You put up with my drunk shenanigans, covered our „escape”. We owe ya, and you always will have a home with us, a place you can stay, I hope you know that Jack.
We first met in VET, an “uneasy” friendship for sure. Then we slowly drifted apart, my…behaviour changed when I joined MoE and you, well, you didn’t hesitate to call me out on that. I think that was the first moment of doubt I had, about who I was becoming. Maybe if I looked deeper into it, I could’ve stopped myself from becoming an even worse person. I am glad that, in the end, we were on good relations, because well, you are not a bad person, not at all. And I hope that, wherever you end up, you are happy.
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