Decisive Action
20-01-2005, 06:28
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Warning This is an RP about the diary of Doctor Baldur Von Schacht “The Doctor of Death”, he was also called “Baldur the butcher” and “Schacht the Sadist” and since he is basically the MS version of Joseph Mengele x 10, his thoughts on his actions won’t be pleasant. It’s basically his reflections on his horrible tortures and murders of other people. It gets a little odd at times, but nothing too serious. I guarantee though, that it's not pointless violence, if you read this (and I'm warning you, don't if you think it'll upset you), but if you read this, you will know Baldur Von Schacht as only he does. Although I suppose Franz knows him rather well.
This also will touch on issues of the Mississippian Illuminati and the secret societies.
The question is, is this man, a genius in medicine, biology, and chemistry, insane, or just a misunderstood genius? He’s cured a dozen or more diseases, unlocked light years of information in genetics, etc. Decide for yourself. This is being broadcast to the world by an international media. IC comments therefore can be made. Although this is being broadcast to the world, it’s on a rather unpopular channel since the funding just wasn’t there to get it well-known enough to get on a decent channel. So keep that in mind as you reply. This is basically journalistic dynamite that makes the back page, sad but often happens.
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Discovered excerpts from a book found in a hotel in Argentina, turned over to a journalist and published in a chilling documentary. The book cover page was dirty and torn, it read, “The Dia—of B--d-r V-n Sc-a--t."
On the inside of the cover, was clearly visible, “Born 1961 in Johannesburg, South Africa. Moved to Philadelphia, Mississippi in 1970. A revolutionary, a General, a doctor, a guerilla warrior, a friend of Curtis Fabus, a believer in the Mississippian National Front Party from the first day it was formed. This is the journal of Baldur Von Schacht. ”
Pictures of the small red covered notebook were shown on the documentary as it came on, a warning flashed, “This program is not for younger views, the writings in this book clearly reveal a depraved and sick mind, viewer discretion is advised.”
April 18th, 1976, “It happened today! It’s begun, the open Soviet occupation of our lands! We’ll kill the red bastards for sure! Curtis will lead us to victory. I really should have more discipline about keeping up with my entries, and keeping them all in this log, I have so many different logs, using whatever I happen to have with me at the time. Someday I will collect them all together and perhaps publish them. My how the world will praise me for that which I will do, I have seen it, great things will I accomplish. The Schacht name shall live on, for all time.”
April 23rd 1976, “Today we ambushed a patrol of Russians and Cubans, it was great, six surrendered, Curtis just shot three right off the bat, saying it was best to get rid of them quick, but I got to sink my knife into one, over and over I stabbed it into him and twisted it around, he kicked and screamed as he died, his blood spurted up and all over my face, it was glorious. Watching him die, the first man I killed that close and with a knife, I knew right then and there, I would never be the same, killing was empowering, it had no feeling of wrong as I thought it would. What they had taught us in church meant shit, those three mysterious men were right, killing meant nothing, life is cheap. It was a good feeling, a very good feeling.”
April 25th, 1976, "I did it myself, a captured Soviet officer, a lieutenant, Wilhelm Ernst, who only helped me because he was drunk, held the man down, his boot pressing down on his head. I took my bayonet and slit the man's neck open as one guts a fish. It was great, it's been ten hours and I can still feel his blood on my hands. What a feeling it was, a good feeling. The soviets are paying, literally in blood. They will continue paying. Our movement grows each day. They don't know how to do deal with an insurgency, they shoot anybody they suspect of helping us, even though most aren't actually doing so. But they assure thousands join us in quests to avenge their dead relatives. The Soviets are the best thing that ever happened to our movement! They've given us more recruits in a week than we gained in a three years! God is great!"
April 29th, 1976, “We overran an actual Russian/Cuban rear area command post today, we caught a few female staff members, Curtis wanted to let the women go, unharmed, being allowed to walk back to their own lines, we argued for over an hour. I won the argument, I made them all dig a trench, doing each one at my leisure before shooting them and kicking them down into the hole. It was a great feeling, defiling the enemy's women like that, it was something I cannot even begin to describe, the best feeling in the world, nothing like it, nothing at all. Watching them as they knew they were going to die, they knew their occupation of our land had cost them dearly, more than dearly. It was perfect and flawless psychological warfare, I could make a career out of this stuff. I just wish the Soviet people could see what is becoming of their armed forces. Mississippi will prove to be the graveyard of the Russian army. And what a filthy army it is, sick slavs, they're not even helping anybody, as they claim to be. They're just over here raping our women every chance they get. The disgusting Cubans too... I want to kill them all. God willing, I'll kill lots of them. In other news, we're forming a special corps of intelligence gathers and interrogators, it was my idea, the PISFB, Party Internal Security Foreign intelligence Branch. They will deal with matters of foreign intelligence which concern the Party and internal security. I've been giving the recruits instructions in psychological warfare for the last few days. Some Argentine and Chilean secret police were here also helping us, great stuff they teach us, great stuff.”
May 12th, 1976, “We captured a supply of Soviet mustard gas, I got to experiment on soviet prisoners with it. I was thankful Curtis didn’t see what happened with me, watching them writhe and fall to the ground inside the sealed room, something happened to me, I excused myself and quickly went home to shower and change my pants, Curtis and the others didn’t see it though, thankfully. What would they think of me if they knew? I’m not sure, my dedication to their cause, well, I have made it my cause, I am as dedicated as any of them, they have no grounds to question my resolve!”
May 27th, 1976, “Today we shoot-up a unit of Cubans, what makes this event noteworthy was that I was actually allowed to determine what happened with those we captured. Curtis left it up to me, it was a dream come true, the power I held over them, and they knew it too! Watching them beg, I couldn’t help but feel pity for them, and perhaps in a moment of weakness, I let them go. I don’t know why, but I didn’t feel like burying them, although I probably could have made them dig their own graves, but I felt merciful that day.”
June 13th, 1976, “I instructed the men under my command today that rape and murder are perfectly legitimate weapons, tools useful for psychological warfare. We’re not sadists, we’re just doing our job! We’re fighting the good fight here. I hope Curtis is okay, the Secret Police took him away the other day, I’ll pray for him tonight.”
June 14th, 1976, “No word on Curtis yet… God help the Russians if they harm him!”
June 15th, 1976, “Still no word, I’m worried now, my friend may be in trouble…”
June 16th, 1976, “Finally, it was awful though! They found Curtis, bloodied and beaten, I cried when I saw how bad they hurt him, the sadistic animals! Curtis was found by a guy I know, a fellow Afrikaner, Paul Stahlecker. He happened to be up here in Mississippi on vacation visiting family, what a place to vacation! But fortunately for Curtis, Paul had taken a wrong turn and got lost on the rural road the Cuban and Soviet communist scum had dumped him on. The soviets will pay for what they did to Curtis! I can’t wait to sink my blade into the Soviet officer who approved the torture of my friend and leader.”
(Cut back to documentary host) “A large gap appears, apparently he wrote in other books, until about 1985.”
December 4th, 1984, “God is great! We won today, it’s official, we won, the civil war is over. After a nearly decade long insurgency, with most of us winding up in the paratroopers, we finally won our civil war! God is great! God is great! A few of the retreating government units trying to make it on ships to Cuba were caught, my unit was given the task of sorting out the prisoners, Curtis doesn’t really know what we did, and it’s better that way anyway. There were numerous Eastern Bloc women, nurses mostly, that we caught, I let the men take turns on them, they’re just Slavic trash anyway, who cares about them, they’re not our volk. I think those three men I met many years ago, I think, well I don’t know how, but they made all this happen, those three mystery men. One of them sounded a lot like Paul’s father, Hans Stahlecker, but what would he be doing in such a shadowy group?”
January 3rd, 1985, “I’ve been placed in charge of biological and chemical weapons research for the Mississippian Federation, and I know have a commission in the Republican Guard. My mother and father are so proud of me, who would have thought, their first boy making it into such an elite unit. This is my reward for years of faithful and selfless service to the MNFP. I’ve heard about something called the DISFB, it sounds like something I’d like, I’ll look into that…”
June 8th, 1992, “I really need to do a better job writing all in one book. So much has happened, spread out over many books, I need to gather them together. I’ve cured AIDs, Small Pox, Ebola, it’s wonderful, I am truly a genius, truly! There is no need for me to feel ashamed of my pride, I have every reason to be proud! What a great feeling, doing so much to further the cause of our nation via science. And what a time it was too, I actually got to infect communist dissidents with Small Pox and Ebola and watch the pathogens progress in them, watching as they bled out of their pores, it was magnificent!”
August 11th, 1998, “I am really bad at writing all things down in one book, but at least I’ve found this book again, and can start writing here again. I’ve been assigned to work on something called the “Living Dead Project” I don’t know what it is, but I’ve heard rumors that it is a virus which can turn people into zombies, and it’s a painful and slow process. I’ve gone hard just from reading about what the preliminary tests have done to people, I can’t wait to see this used live, against communists preferably.”
December 3rd, 1998, “An early celebration of Victory day, I saw as a dozen communists were mutated into creatures, with this virus, it was beyond words, a great thing, great indeed, watching as they knew they were changing, and they were powerless to stop it. Ha! The price of communism! They died and I loved every second of it! Although I laughed so hard the other scientists on my team looked at me as though I were insane. If they fuck with me, I’ll kill them too, they don’t know who they’re dealing with here, nobody fucks with me! Nobody! I have been in this movement since the beginning, these piss-ants came along in the early 90s, I was here since day one! Since before day one!”
December 4th, 1998, "The other top scientist on the team, he slapped me in the face, such an insult could not be allowed to stand. Before the day was out, I bathed my hands in his blood, God it felt so good, to be drenched in the warm essence of his life, to watch him expire before my eyes. They say it is hard to kill, no it isn't, it's a good feeling, and it gets easier every time I do it. For me, there is no greater thrill, no greater exhilaration, than to watch someone expire before my eyes, they know they are dying and can do nothing about it. I have before, saved a few people who begged particularly well, making sure they realized that they owed their life to me. I love that feeling, people knowing they are only alive because of me, it's great."
January 27th, 1999, "The other day there were women, twins, both lovely, both communists though. I couldn't resist the temptation so I did it. After I finished with each of them, I didn't have the heart to kill them myself, I wonder what ever did happen to them. Somebody told me the DISFB fed them to piranhas, I don't know, but they were both good fucks, I hope they aren’t dead, maybe I’ll get to do them again later."
January 29th, 1999, "Nope, those two women are still alive, they were released, a pity. I'd have liked to get them each again. Oh well, I can always call up my friends in the DISFB and have them arrested later if I want. Although I think they will think twice before doing anything serious enough to warrant being arrested again. Hmmm. Maybe just trump up a few charges against them? It wouldn't be the first time..."
March 16th, 1999, "I was at North Jackson Camp #17 the other day, one of Curtis’s death camps. I lost count of how many I killed, but the one that I remember most was when I sliced open a man's head while he was still conscious, he screamed for at least ten minutes before dying, I had yet to crack into his skull, but finally I ended his screams by doing so... His brain was slightly discolored, likely from the gas..."
April 1st, 1999, "Another trip to North Jackson Camp #17… Oh God, I love it so, to hear the screams of the prisoners, those being experimented on, before they die, it fills me with such an arousal as I never thought possible, God help me, I do love it. I serve this regime better than any of others, better than Smith, better than Navarre, better than Mladic and the Ernst brothers. None of them have any right to question my actions, none of them! I take orders only from the Premier himself! Not from some spoiled nobles, they need to remember, they would be nothing without me, I have personally saved them, each and every one of them, at one time or another. Without Doctor Schacht here, they’d be corpses, they wouldn’t have lasted through 1984 without me.”
October 27th, 2000, “Operation Purification went well thus far, I’ve gained mountains of research, mountains of research, it’s wonderful what I’m doing for science. In a thousand years, children will remember my name and aspire to be a doctor just like me. And communists, if there are any left, will hear my name and they will shudder with fear, the doctor of death, that is what they call me. Yes, I like it, I do bring them death, death to my enemies. But to my allies and those for our cause, I am the doctor of life, bringing them technologies to save their lives. Is it wrong that I wish to kill my enemies? Mercy is for the dead…”
February 5th, 2001, “That whore Yuna in Sevaris, she annoys the hell out of me, she dared to hurt my best friend, Curtis, how could she do that to him? She keeps hurting him to, with her words now that he is out of her reach. I’ll never forgive her for what she did to Curtis in 1996 by leaving him for Alec, that loser. If I ever get the chance, Yuna will pay, in spades.”
July 8th, 2004, “Oh my, can it be? The doctor of death, in love. Yes it can be. I’ve met a wonderful woman, a doctor, just like me, Eva Kakoris. We met in Libya, under circumstances I won’t even dare commit to paper, but it had to do with the IG Virus breaking out in a city, oh crap, I’ve already committed it to paper. I might as well tell all about it now. The virus outbreak was an accident, but there are likely going to purposeful leakings of the virus in the future, by the DISFB probably, to get people to give up their rights for security, and to get in good with the companies who want research on the combat capabilities of the infected. But anyway, back to Eva, she is the most stunningly beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I want to marry her, and I’m sure she’ll marry me, but what if one day she were to find out of all this, all that I have done? I admit, my methods are controversial, but not without reason. I am NOT a sadist, I am not a heartless monster, I have saved the lives of many right-wing children, although I’ve killed an equal number of communist ones. But if she found out, would she still love me? Could she still love me? Perhaps it’s one of those things better left unknown…”
December 4th, 2004, “My association with the occult, started in early 2002, has finally ended, I’ve cast off for all time, that evil baggage of sin that held sway over me for nearly three years. I pray God can forgive me for those horrible sins, I prostrated myself before a statue, an idol, of Molech. I did this at the behest of Dieter Thaller, Hans Stahlecker, and Harold Fabus. Although I got the idea that Harold Fabus was nowhere as into it as Dieter Thaller… Hans seemed to be unsure of himself. Harold was just paying lip service. These Illuminati types are very odd, very weird, worshipping wooden owls, why? I have no idea.”
February 21st, 2005, “That whore Yuna! She seduced my brother, Franz, I hate her and will not rest until she suffers, preferably dies. Her and that Alec! How could he let her do this to Franz. Franz was a virgin and wanted to remain as such, but she ruined his image of himself now, I can only imagine what pain he is suffering, he wanted to remain chaste to show his devotion to God. Yuna will pay, as God as my witness, Yuna will pay…”
March 27th, 2005, “I finally got my revenge on Yuna, it was a while ago, a few weeks ago, she was with Curtis, she had nearly fallen for him again, she wound up in bed with him (What does he see in her anyway? Oh well, he used to love her and still does). Anyway, Alec went to Mississippi to get Yuna back and the SRG guarding Curtis beat Alec into a coma, naturally I was the only doctor in the area at the time with the knowledge to save him, but I lacked the will, why would I save that wretch. Yuna offered to agree to anything. Bah! As though I want sex from that whore, but I did want to see her humiliated and destroy her mentally, she has tried to use sex to destroy many good men. I turned her own weapon, sex, against her. I made her go to an SRG officers club (brothel) and she had to service many officers, even Joseph Mladic’s brother (Andrew Mladic) she also had to do Donald Stahlecker and a few others. At any rate, she was left mentally ruined. I just wished she’d have been there longer, maybe she might have died from exhaustion. But whatever the case, Curtis found out, he was pissed at me, he got her out of there, and sent her back to Sevaris. I, as agreed, had already saved Alec since Yuna had been in the brothel as ordered. Boy, what a smile I had as I heard it be announced by Sevaris officials that Yuna was in therapy and a mental health clinic. Franz has been avenged!”
April 22nd, 2005, “I believe that my darling Eva may be pregnant, she thinks she might be as well. This would be a great blessing, a Baldur II, what a blessing! God smiles on my family and I, it is clearly evident. I have done the work of God all my life, and he rewards me with a loving wife and a steady job. I love my job, work is going great, the IG-BS 2 is coming along well, the Racially Specific Biological Weapons have worked great, the tests in South Africa conducted under William’s supervision were great. We’re going to consider wiping out the Xhosa, for two purposes, to keep whites safe, and to keep Zulu safe, the Zulu have proved useful allies, and we take care of those who do good work for us.”
Warning This is an RP about the diary of Doctor Baldur Von Schacht “The Doctor of Death”, he was also called “Baldur the butcher” and “Schacht the Sadist” and since he is basically the MS version of Joseph Mengele x 10, his thoughts on his actions won’t be pleasant. It’s basically his reflections on his horrible tortures and murders of other people. It gets a little odd at times, but nothing too serious. I guarantee though, that it's not pointless violence, if you read this (and I'm warning you, don't if you think it'll upset you), but if you read this, you will know Baldur Von Schacht as only he does. Although I suppose Franz knows him rather well.
This also will touch on issues of the Mississippian Illuminati and the secret societies.
The question is, is this man, a genius in medicine, biology, and chemistry, insane, or just a misunderstood genius? He’s cured a dozen or more diseases, unlocked light years of information in genetics, etc. Decide for yourself. This is being broadcast to the world by an international media. IC comments therefore can be made. Although this is being broadcast to the world, it’s on a rather unpopular channel since the funding just wasn’t there to get it well-known enough to get on a decent channel. So keep that in mind as you reply. This is basically journalistic dynamite that makes the back page, sad but often happens.
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Discovered excerpts from a book found in a hotel in Argentina, turned over to a journalist and published in a chilling documentary. The book cover page was dirty and torn, it read, “The Dia—of B--d-r V-n Sc-a--t."
On the inside of the cover, was clearly visible, “Born 1961 in Johannesburg, South Africa. Moved to Philadelphia, Mississippi in 1970. A revolutionary, a General, a doctor, a guerilla warrior, a friend of Curtis Fabus, a believer in the Mississippian National Front Party from the first day it was formed. This is the journal of Baldur Von Schacht. ”
Pictures of the small red covered notebook were shown on the documentary as it came on, a warning flashed, “This program is not for younger views, the writings in this book clearly reveal a depraved and sick mind, viewer discretion is advised.”
April 18th, 1976, “It happened today! It’s begun, the open Soviet occupation of our lands! We’ll kill the red bastards for sure! Curtis will lead us to victory. I really should have more discipline about keeping up with my entries, and keeping them all in this log, I have so many different logs, using whatever I happen to have with me at the time. Someday I will collect them all together and perhaps publish them. My how the world will praise me for that which I will do, I have seen it, great things will I accomplish. The Schacht name shall live on, for all time.”
April 23rd 1976, “Today we ambushed a patrol of Russians and Cubans, it was great, six surrendered, Curtis just shot three right off the bat, saying it was best to get rid of them quick, but I got to sink my knife into one, over and over I stabbed it into him and twisted it around, he kicked and screamed as he died, his blood spurted up and all over my face, it was glorious. Watching him die, the first man I killed that close and with a knife, I knew right then and there, I would never be the same, killing was empowering, it had no feeling of wrong as I thought it would. What they had taught us in church meant shit, those three mysterious men were right, killing meant nothing, life is cheap. It was a good feeling, a very good feeling.”
April 25th, 1976, "I did it myself, a captured Soviet officer, a lieutenant, Wilhelm Ernst, who only helped me because he was drunk, held the man down, his boot pressing down on his head. I took my bayonet and slit the man's neck open as one guts a fish. It was great, it's been ten hours and I can still feel his blood on my hands. What a feeling it was, a good feeling. The soviets are paying, literally in blood. They will continue paying. Our movement grows each day. They don't know how to do deal with an insurgency, they shoot anybody they suspect of helping us, even though most aren't actually doing so. But they assure thousands join us in quests to avenge their dead relatives. The Soviets are the best thing that ever happened to our movement! They've given us more recruits in a week than we gained in a three years! God is great!"
April 29th, 1976, “We overran an actual Russian/Cuban rear area command post today, we caught a few female staff members, Curtis wanted to let the women go, unharmed, being allowed to walk back to their own lines, we argued for over an hour. I won the argument, I made them all dig a trench, doing each one at my leisure before shooting them and kicking them down into the hole. It was a great feeling, defiling the enemy's women like that, it was something I cannot even begin to describe, the best feeling in the world, nothing like it, nothing at all. Watching them as they knew they were going to die, they knew their occupation of our land had cost them dearly, more than dearly. It was perfect and flawless psychological warfare, I could make a career out of this stuff. I just wish the Soviet people could see what is becoming of their armed forces. Mississippi will prove to be the graveyard of the Russian army. And what a filthy army it is, sick slavs, they're not even helping anybody, as they claim to be. They're just over here raping our women every chance they get. The disgusting Cubans too... I want to kill them all. God willing, I'll kill lots of them. In other news, we're forming a special corps of intelligence gathers and interrogators, it was my idea, the PISFB, Party Internal Security Foreign intelligence Branch. They will deal with matters of foreign intelligence which concern the Party and internal security. I've been giving the recruits instructions in psychological warfare for the last few days. Some Argentine and Chilean secret police were here also helping us, great stuff they teach us, great stuff.”
May 12th, 1976, “We captured a supply of Soviet mustard gas, I got to experiment on soviet prisoners with it. I was thankful Curtis didn’t see what happened with me, watching them writhe and fall to the ground inside the sealed room, something happened to me, I excused myself and quickly went home to shower and change my pants, Curtis and the others didn’t see it though, thankfully. What would they think of me if they knew? I’m not sure, my dedication to their cause, well, I have made it my cause, I am as dedicated as any of them, they have no grounds to question my resolve!”
May 27th, 1976, “Today we shoot-up a unit of Cubans, what makes this event noteworthy was that I was actually allowed to determine what happened with those we captured. Curtis left it up to me, it was a dream come true, the power I held over them, and they knew it too! Watching them beg, I couldn’t help but feel pity for them, and perhaps in a moment of weakness, I let them go. I don’t know why, but I didn’t feel like burying them, although I probably could have made them dig their own graves, but I felt merciful that day.”
June 13th, 1976, “I instructed the men under my command today that rape and murder are perfectly legitimate weapons, tools useful for psychological warfare. We’re not sadists, we’re just doing our job! We’re fighting the good fight here. I hope Curtis is okay, the Secret Police took him away the other day, I’ll pray for him tonight.”
June 14th, 1976, “No word on Curtis yet… God help the Russians if they harm him!”
June 15th, 1976, “Still no word, I’m worried now, my friend may be in trouble…”
June 16th, 1976, “Finally, it was awful though! They found Curtis, bloodied and beaten, I cried when I saw how bad they hurt him, the sadistic animals! Curtis was found by a guy I know, a fellow Afrikaner, Paul Stahlecker. He happened to be up here in Mississippi on vacation visiting family, what a place to vacation! But fortunately for Curtis, Paul had taken a wrong turn and got lost on the rural road the Cuban and Soviet communist scum had dumped him on. The soviets will pay for what they did to Curtis! I can’t wait to sink my blade into the Soviet officer who approved the torture of my friend and leader.”
(Cut back to documentary host) “A large gap appears, apparently he wrote in other books, until about 1985.”
December 4th, 1984, “God is great! We won today, it’s official, we won, the civil war is over. After a nearly decade long insurgency, with most of us winding up in the paratroopers, we finally won our civil war! God is great! God is great! A few of the retreating government units trying to make it on ships to Cuba were caught, my unit was given the task of sorting out the prisoners, Curtis doesn’t really know what we did, and it’s better that way anyway. There were numerous Eastern Bloc women, nurses mostly, that we caught, I let the men take turns on them, they’re just Slavic trash anyway, who cares about them, they’re not our volk. I think those three men I met many years ago, I think, well I don’t know how, but they made all this happen, those three mystery men. One of them sounded a lot like Paul’s father, Hans Stahlecker, but what would he be doing in such a shadowy group?”
January 3rd, 1985, “I’ve been placed in charge of biological and chemical weapons research for the Mississippian Federation, and I know have a commission in the Republican Guard. My mother and father are so proud of me, who would have thought, their first boy making it into such an elite unit. This is my reward for years of faithful and selfless service to the MNFP. I’ve heard about something called the DISFB, it sounds like something I’d like, I’ll look into that…”
June 8th, 1992, “I really need to do a better job writing all in one book. So much has happened, spread out over many books, I need to gather them together. I’ve cured AIDs, Small Pox, Ebola, it’s wonderful, I am truly a genius, truly! There is no need for me to feel ashamed of my pride, I have every reason to be proud! What a great feeling, doing so much to further the cause of our nation via science. And what a time it was too, I actually got to infect communist dissidents with Small Pox and Ebola and watch the pathogens progress in them, watching as they bled out of their pores, it was magnificent!”
August 11th, 1998, “I am really bad at writing all things down in one book, but at least I’ve found this book again, and can start writing here again. I’ve been assigned to work on something called the “Living Dead Project” I don’t know what it is, but I’ve heard rumors that it is a virus which can turn people into zombies, and it’s a painful and slow process. I’ve gone hard just from reading about what the preliminary tests have done to people, I can’t wait to see this used live, against communists preferably.”
December 3rd, 1998, “An early celebration of Victory day, I saw as a dozen communists were mutated into creatures, with this virus, it was beyond words, a great thing, great indeed, watching as they knew they were changing, and they were powerless to stop it. Ha! The price of communism! They died and I loved every second of it! Although I laughed so hard the other scientists on my team looked at me as though I were insane. If they fuck with me, I’ll kill them too, they don’t know who they’re dealing with here, nobody fucks with me! Nobody! I have been in this movement since the beginning, these piss-ants came along in the early 90s, I was here since day one! Since before day one!”
December 4th, 1998, "The other top scientist on the team, he slapped me in the face, such an insult could not be allowed to stand. Before the day was out, I bathed my hands in his blood, God it felt so good, to be drenched in the warm essence of his life, to watch him expire before my eyes. They say it is hard to kill, no it isn't, it's a good feeling, and it gets easier every time I do it. For me, there is no greater thrill, no greater exhilaration, than to watch someone expire before my eyes, they know they are dying and can do nothing about it. I have before, saved a few people who begged particularly well, making sure they realized that they owed their life to me. I love that feeling, people knowing they are only alive because of me, it's great."
January 27th, 1999, "The other day there were women, twins, both lovely, both communists though. I couldn't resist the temptation so I did it. After I finished with each of them, I didn't have the heart to kill them myself, I wonder what ever did happen to them. Somebody told me the DISFB fed them to piranhas, I don't know, but they were both good fucks, I hope they aren’t dead, maybe I’ll get to do them again later."
January 29th, 1999, "Nope, those two women are still alive, they were released, a pity. I'd have liked to get them each again. Oh well, I can always call up my friends in the DISFB and have them arrested later if I want. Although I think they will think twice before doing anything serious enough to warrant being arrested again. Hmmm. Maybe just trump up a few charges against them? It wouldn't be the first time..."
March 16th, 1999, "I was at North Jackson Camp #17 the other day, one of Curtis’s death camps. I lost count of how many I killed, but the one that I remember most was when I sliced open a man's head while he was still conscious, he screamed for at least ten minutes before dying, I had yet to crack into his skull, but finally I ended his screams by doing so... His brain was slightly discolored, likely from the gas..."
April 1st, 1999, "Another trip to North Jackson Camp #17… Oh God, I love it so, to hear the screams of the prisoners, those being experimented on, before they die, it fills me with such an arousal as I never thought possible, God help me, I do love it. I serve this regime better than any of others, better than Smith, better than Navarre, better than Mladic and the Ernst brothers. None of them have any right to question my actions, none of them! I take orders only from the Premier himself! Not from some spoiled nobles, they need to remember, they would be nothing without me, I have personally saved them, each and every one of them, at one time or another. Without Doctor Schacht here, they’d be corpses, they wouldn’t have lasted through 1984 without me.”
October 27th, 2000, “Operation Purification went well thus far, I’ve gained mountains of research, mountains of research, it’s wonderful what I’m doing for science. In a thousand years, children will remember my name and aspire to be a doctor just like me. And communists, if there are any left, will hear my name and they will shudder with fear, the doctor of death, that is what they call me. Yes, I like it, I do bring them death, death to my enemies. But to my allies and those for our cause, I am the doctor of life, bringing them technologies to save their lives. Is it wrong that I wish to kill my enemies? Mercy is for the dead…”
February 5th, 2001, “That whore Yuna in Sevaris, she annoys the hell out of me, she dared to hurt my best friend, Curtis, how could she do that to him? She keeps hurting him to, with her words now that he is out of her reach. I’ll never forgive her for what she did to Curtis in 1996 by leaving him for Alec, that loser. If I ever get the chance, Yuna will pay, in spades.”
July 8th, 2004, “Oh my, can it be? The doctor of death, in love. Yes it can be. I’ve met a wonderful woman, a doctor, just like me, Eva Kakoris. We met in Libya, under circumstances I won’t even dare commit to paper, but it had to do with the IG Virus breaking out in a city, oh crap, I’ve already committed it to paper. I might as well tell all about it now. The virus outbreak was an accident, but there are likely going to purposeful leakings of the virus in the future, by the DISFB probably, to get people to give up their rights for security, and to get in good with the companies who want research on the combat capabilities of the infected. But anyway, back to Eva, she is the most stunningly beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I want to marry her, and I’m sure she’ll marry me, but what if one day she were to find out of all this, all that I have done? I admit, my methods are controversial, but not without reason. I am NOT a sadist, I am not a heartless monster, I have saved the lives of many right-wing children, although I’ve killed an equal number of communist ones. But if she found out, would she still love me? Could she still love me? Perhaps it’s one of those things better left unknown…”
December 4th, 2004, “My association with the occult, started in early 2002, has finally ended, I’ve cast off for all time, that evil baggage of sin that held sway over me for nearly three years. I pray God can forgive me for those horrible sins, I prostrated myself before a statue, an idol, of Molech. I did this at the behest of Dieter Thaller, Hans Stahlecker, and Harold Fabus. Although I got the idea that Harold Fabus was nowhere as into it as Dieter Thaller… Hans seemed to be unsure of himself. Harold was just paying lip service. These Illuminati types are very odd, very weird, worshipping wooden owls, why? I have no idea.”
February 21st, 2005, “That whore Yuna! She seduced my brother, Franz, I hate her and will not rest until she suffers, preferably dies. Her and that Alec! How could he let her do this to Franz. Franz was a virgin and wanted to remain as such, but she ruined his image of himself now, I can only imagine what pain he is suffering, he wanted to remain chaste to show his devotion to God. Yuna will pay, as God as my witness, Yuna will pay…”
March 27th, 2005, “I finally got my revenge on Yuna, it was a while ago, a few weeks ago, she was with Curtis, she had nearly fallen for him again, she wound up in bed with him (What does he see in her anyway? Oh well, he used to love her and still does). Anyway, Alec went to Mississippi to get Yuna back and the SRG guarding Curtis beat Alec into a coma, naturally I was the only doctor in the area at the time with the knowledge to save him, but I lacked the will, why would I save that wretch. Yuna offered to agree to anything. Bah! As though I want sex from that whore, but I did want to see her humiliated and destroy her mentally, she has tried to use sex to destroy many good men. I turned her own weapon, sex, against her. I made her go to an SRG officers club (brothel) and she had to service many officers, even Joseph Mladic’s brother (Andrew Mladic) she also had to do Donald Stahlecker and a few others. At any rate, she was left mentally ruined. I just wished she’d have been there longer, maybe she might have died from exhaustion. But whatever the case, Curtis found out, he was pissed at me, he got her out of there, and sent her back to Sevaris. I, as agreed, had already saved Alec since Yuna had been in the brothel as ordered. Boy, what a smile I had as I heard it be announced by Sevaris officials that Yuna was in therapy and a mental health clinic. Franz has been avenged!”
April 22nd, 2005, “I believe that my darling Eva may be pregnant, she thinks she might be as well. This would be a great blessing, a Baldur II, what a blessing! God smiles on my family and I, it is clearly evident. I have done the work of God all my life, and he rewards me with a loving wife and a steady job. I love my job, work is going great, the IG-BS 2 is coming along well, the Racially Specific Biological Weapons have worked great, the tests in South Africa conducted under William’s supervision were great. We’re going to consider wiping out the Xhosa, for two purposes, to keep whites safe, and to keep Zulu safe, the Zulu have proved useful allies, and we take care of those who do good work for us.”