Witzgall
15-02-2005, 02:16
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1/31/05
Ah, my entrusted journal. I write in you with confidence today, as I have for many moons. You are one I can trust, unlike that unfaithful prick Rumell. I do not trust that man…my death lies in his hands, I am sure of this.
Enough of my disgust in my colleague. They all plague this world with hatred and filth. Each and every one of them is a new kind of bastard. Yet you…you and Hur are the only things in this world I can trust. Not even my own wife is worthy of my confidence, my reliance.
I write, for the first time, today: January 31st, 2005...mainly because of the pure love I have for this day. Today marks the century of our founding, the nation and glorious Reich was founded upon this day in 1905! How joyous!
I do believe the Council will hold some sort of celebration. After all, who wouldn’t? One hundred years of excellence! And for me to serve ten years as leader of this nation? How excellent!
I must say…the Council worries me. They meddle far too much in the affairs of my personal life. Telling me not to smoke, as it harms my reputation with the children of our empire! Such is like them telling me not to say ****** because it will harm my reputation with the blacks! How I wish I could just slaughter the Council one of these days…ah, glorious hell fire which would engulf their souls for trechery against me!
They no not of my thoughts. God blessed be, for if they did…oh swift Jesus, I would be dead within instants! I could blink my eye no quicker than they could pull the trigger, Journal.
Oh yes…I almost forgot! Foreign relations…God, I hate all foreigners. Thinking they are more supreme and powerful than we? Blasphemy in the highest degree! The Reich shall rule supreme, mark my words…
I have received word of the plans the Council has pertaining to my wife. Apparently, she has befriended one of my generals. Slut…I have a right to call her as such, for is this not what she is of? Pertaining to whoring around the Council…I do not have time to execute her, so she lives for now.
I will write soon.
2/3/05
It has been some time since I last writ in you…things came up, I pledge my sorrow. I killed someone today, cold blooded. But isn’t it irony that the very reason he was brought before my knees was because he, too, killed a man without mercy? Even though it is my job, I am not comfortable with murder in any situation!
It appears as if many nations see me as murderous, a paramour of genocide. Ha. I laugh and spit in their faces at the same time. The Reich is scarred by the Crusades of 1970...I cannot help but hope for a brighter future. As far as I can see, however, this is a blank dream of lies.
I have nothing to say today, I am displeased in myself and my comrades. I do believe a drink is in order…
2/4/05
I did it again. Murder. I am restless from the killing. This wasn’t even a man! This morning I shot a woman in the back of the neck…her blood on my wrists, I almost cried. But I cannot do such in front of my inferiors…what would the soldiers think of me? One word comes to mind, and this is mutiny. I know it to be true…
Hur visited me today. He rose my spirits from the grave. He pleases me substantially…I am lucky to be friends with such a great man. His courage and intelligence intrigues me. Such a kindhearted fellow, yet he is thought to be one of the hardest trainers in Witzgall! Ha!
I do think this new drink…what is it called? Ah yes! Absinthe…it is but an odd drink. The men aboard the SSN Olympia showed me to its ways…very nice, like a drug but for alcoholics. It’s color excites me with thoughts of danger and amusement.
I shall write soon…tomorrow, the Council has summoned me to make a speech about morals or some bullshit to the soldiers of the 87th Gepanzert. Loyal to the end, but they are saddened by a rising rebellion in our Reich.
2/8/05
I must make an appearance in the capitol on Saint Valentine’s. Such publicity shit…I despise the public. The Council ought to stay away from me…I swear, if I had a rifle like back in the good old days of the Great War, I would have shot every last one of those insolent bastards.
Thank God for my soul, I have not shot another being in four days…and I just began to overcome my insomnia. Still, I do drink my absinthe daily. The hallucinations it brings me are comforting. I can leave my troubles and walk out the door for once in my forsaken life.
That “moral support” for the 87th…pointless. That’s the only word that comes to mind.
I hate eternity.
2/10/05
My secretary has left for vacation. Everybody has a loved one but me…my whorish wife is still probably fucking that damn council member. Wait until I find the bastard…
As tradition, I have received a golden Beretta. Puny bastard, but it packs a nice punch. I enjoy firearms, sort of a past time I suppose.
Ah well…till we meet again, My Fair Journal.
2/13/05
You, my dear, are my last resort. My wife lies to my face, saying she has been loyal? How dare she! I will be the one to dig her grave, then I shall bury her alive for her crimes against my pride! General Hur says I must take that slut to the capitol tomorrow for Saint Valentine’s, but I really do not feel like doing it.
I believe the Council wants me dead, Journal. I fear for my life, as well as Hur’s. Our patriotism and nationalistic pride have gotten us into trouble with the Council. It as if they are opposing the Reich with every finger, every fist.
I won’t give up without a fight…Those Councilmen do not deserve my throne. I have worked too hard for them to just steal it out from my hands!
Until the day I die, I stay loyal to this land. God protect my soul…those wretched men will try to kill me, and let them try! I am immortal as long as I stay loyal.
1/31/05
Ah, my entrusted journal. I write in you with confidence today, as I have for many moons. You are one I can trust, unlike that unfaithful prick Rumell. I do not trust that man…my death lies in his hands, I am sure of this.
Enough of my disgust in my colleague. They all plague this world with hatred and filth. Each and every one of them is a new kind of bastard. Yet you…you and Hur are the only things in this world I can trust. Not even my own wife is worthy of my confidence, my reliance.
I write, for the first time, today: January 31st, 2005...mainly because of the pure love I have for this day. Today marks the century of our founding, the nation and glorious Reich was founded upon this day in 1905! How joyous!
I do believe the Council will hold some sort of celebration. After all, who wouldn’t? One hundred years of excellence! And for me to serve ten years as leader of this nation? How excellent!
I must say…the Council worries me. They meddle far too much in the affairs of my personal life. Telling me not to smoke, as it harms my reputation with the children of our empire! Such is like them telling me not to say ****** because it will harm my reputation with the blacks! How I wish I could just slaughter the Council one of these days…ah, glorious hell fire which would engulf their souls for trechery against me!
They no not of my thoughts. God blessed be, for if they did…oh swift Jesus, I would be dead within instants! I could blink my eye no quicker than they could pull the trigger, Journal.
Oh yes…I almost forgot! Foreign relations…God, I hate all foreigners. Thinking they are more supreme and powerful than we? Blasphemy in the highest degree! The Reich shall rule supreme, mark my words…
I have received word of the plans the Council has pertaining to my wife. Apparently, she has befriended one of my generals. Slut…I have a right to call her as such, for is this not what she is of? Pertaining to whoring around the Council…I do not have time to execute her, so she lives for now.
I will write soon.
2/3/05
It has been some time since I last writ in you…things came up, I pledge my sorrow. I killed someone today, cold blooded. But isn’t it irony that the very reason he was brought before my knees was because he, too, killed a man without mercy? Even though it is my job, I am not comfortable with murder in any situation!
It appears as if many nations see me as murderous, a paramour of genocide. Ha. I laugh and spit in their faces at the same time. The Reich is scarred by the Crusades of 1970...I cannot help but hope for a brighter future. As far as I can see, however, this is a blank dream of lies.
I have nothing to say today, I am displeased in myself and my comrades. I do believe a drink is in order…
2/4/05
I did it again. Murder. I am restless from the killing. This wasn’t even a man! This morning I shot a woman in the back of the neck…her blood on my wrists, I almost cried. But I cannot do such in front of my inferiors…what would the soldiers think of me? One word comes to mind, and this is mutiny. I know it to be true…
Hur visited me today. He rose my spirits from the grave. He pleases me substantially…I am lucky to be friends with such a great man. His courage and intelligence intrigues me. Such a kindhearted fellow, yet he is thought to be one of the hardest trainers in Witzgall! Ha!
I do think this new drink…what is it called? Ah yes! Absinthe…it is but an odd drink. The men aboard the SSN Olympia showed me to its ways…very nice, like a drug but for alcoholics. It’s color excites me with thoughts of danger and amusement.
I shall write soon…tomorrow, the Council has summoned me to make a speech about morals or some bullshit to the soldiers of the 87th Gepanzert. Loyal to the end, but they are saddened by a rising rebellion in our Reich.
2/8/05
I must make an appearance in the capitol on Saint Valentine’s. Such publicity shit…I despise the public. The Council ought to stay away from me…I swear, if I had a rifle like back in the good old days of the Great War, I would have shot every last one of those insolent bastards.
Thank God for my soul, I have not shot another being in four days…and I just began to overcome my insomnia. Still, I do drink my absinthe daily. The hallucinations it brings me are comforting. I can leave my troubles and walk out the door for once in my forsaken life.
That “moral support” for the 87th…pointless. That’s the only word that comes to mind.
I hate eternity.
2/10/05
My secretary has left for vacation. Everybody has a loved one but me…my whorish wife is still probably fucking that damn council member. Wait until I find the bastard…
As tradition, I have received a golden Beretta. Puny bastard, but it packs a nice punch. I enjoy firearms, sort of a past time I suppose.
Ah well…till we meet again, My Fair Journal.
2/13/05
You, my dear, are my last resort. My wife lies to my face, saying she has been loyal? How dare she! I will be the one to dig her grave, then I shall bury her alive for her crimes against my pride! General Hur says I must take that slut to the capitol tomorrow for Saint Valentine’s, but I really do not feel like doing it.
I believe the Council wants me dead, Journal. I fear for my life, as well as Hur’s. Our patriotism and nationalistic pride have gotten us into trouble with the Council. It as if they are opposing the Reich with every finger, every fist.
I won’t give up without a fight…Those Councilmen do not deserve my throne. I have worked too hard for them to just steal it out from my hands!
Until the day I die, I stay loyal to this land. God protect my soul…those wretched men will try to kill me, and let them try! I am immortal as long as I stay loyal.