Blot 34
OOC: Oops~. Entry was supposed to be private but his finger slipped.
Rorschach's Journal, March 1st
72 hours. 4,320 minutes. 259,200 seconds.
What will this mad city do with time it has left?
Some will run, if there is anywhere left to run to. Others will lie down and copulate, drown themselves in one last tide of love and lust before oblivion comes.
And remainder will look at desolation beyond walls. Those without death wishes to begin with will realize that some things out there just shouldn't be... and they must do their part to spare their real homes same fate.
They are the ones who will fight. But do they have a prayer?
Many here see something of their world, of their personal experiences, in this barren wasteland. Way of convincing themselves that they've seen it all before. That nothing Entropi has done and can do will hold any surprises.
Wishful thinking. Entropi unlike anything from anyone's world, or we would have won long ago.
But somewhere in that delusion lies hope. That Entropi are really just another obstacle. Be it perp they've put away or monster they've slain or problem they've solved. That they've conquered things like Entropi before, no matter how powerful they really are. And will conquer them again if they ride storm and never look down.
Hope. All we really have some days. That alone can turn tide. Putting bet on that. Nothing left to lose.
Heading out now, heard of efforts to organize defense. Whether or not this is last entry to ever be made on this journal, will die knowing I fought for what was right. Moreso than on own world.
Part of own 'death wishes' categorization? Must investigate further. Likely.
Rorschach's Journal, March 1st
72 hours. 4,320 minutes. 259,200 seconds.
What will this mad city do with time it has left?
Some will run, if there is anywhere left to run to. Others will lie down and copulate, drown themselves in one last tide of love and lust before oblivion comes.
And remainder will look at desolation beyond walls. Those without death wishes to begin with will realize that some things out there just shouldn't be... and they must do their part to spare their real homes same fate.
They are the ones who will fight. But do they have a prayer?
Many here see something of their world, of their personal experiences, in this barren wasteland. Way of convincing themselves that they've seen it all before. That nothing Entropi has done and can do will hold any surprises.
Wishful thinking. Entropi unlike anything from anyone's world, or we would have won long ago.
But somewhere in that delusion lies hope. That Entropi are really just another obstacle. Be it perp they've put away or monster they've slain or problem they've solved. That they've conquered things like Entropi before, no matter how powerful they really are. And will conquer them again if they ride storm and never look down.
Hope. All we really have some days. That alone can turn tide. Putting bet on that. Nothing left to lose.
Heading out now, heard of efforts to organize defense. Whether or not this is last entry to ever be made on this journal, will die knowing I fought for what was right. Moreso than on own world.
Part of own 'death wishes' categorization? Must investigate further. Likely.