Bullet 2
I'm still getting used to this place. Having no memories other than my name is... unsettling. Or at least I guess it should be, but somehow I don't think I'm feeling as upset and lost as I should be right now. I've already met some very interesting people, and I have quite a few books to read, thanks to Erk. The apartment and food are both free, which is lucky for me - and everyone else here, I guess.
Maybe I should think about getting a job eventually. For now I just want to get more familiar with this place. I have the feeling I'll be here for a while.
[Private; difficult to hack]
What I find more unsettling is this... other voice in my head. I don't even know if that's a good thing to call it, but... I don't know how else to describe it. It almost feels like there's an older version of me in the back of my mind, whispering things. I can only hear it once in a while, and it's faint at best, so maybe I'm just imagining things.
Also, what's with this tattoo on my right hand? 666? That's got to mean something, but I've got no idea what right now. I hope I can start to remember things soon, maybe then that voice and this number will make sense.
Maybe I should think about getting a job eventually. For now I just want to get more familiar with this place. I have the feeling I'll be here for a while.
[Private; difficult to hack]
What I find more unsettling is this... other voice in my head. I don't even know if that's a good thing to call it, but... I don't know how else to describe it. It almost feels like there's an older version of me in the back of my mind, whispering things. I can only hear it once in a while, and it's faint at best, so maybe I'm just imagining things.
Also, what's with this tattoo on my right hand? 666? That's got to mean something, but I've got no idea what right now. I hope I can start to remember things soon, maybe then that voice and this number will make sense.