Diary of Dreams: The fall of the old world

Day 3,167, 08:21 • Published in Lithuania Slovenia • by kaltas

I should celebrate. Today is exactly four years since I've been cast away from Adminlandia. Well, “cast away” maybe isn't the best way to put it. More like “ran away before being murdered for asking too many questions”. Anyway. It's for the best.

Even though I'm dying from radiation poisoning – it's better than being considered as a fool by the almighty ones. Being lied every moment of my life. And those ads. Those goddamn ads everywhere.
Life in Adminlandia was (is?) simple – work, go home, always smile, watch ads and never ever question anything. There is no crime, no war, no pollution there. The only aggressive fun you can have – is getting drunk in the local tavern and starting a fight. Just watch out not to get into a fight with one of the almighty ones.

They say that Adminlandia is the only civilization that ever was. Even that was a complete lie. I see that now and I begin to understand what really was BEFORE. While wandering over vast deserts I stumbled upon countless ruins of what seems to be nuked cities. I was even lucky enough to find some books, journals and my biggest find – an old diary which shed some light over the darkness in my mind which I thought was the truth and the only truth for all my life before I ran...

If someone will read this, they'll probably think that I went insane. Even when all the evidence shows me the real truth – I can't wrap my mind around it. GODS? DEMIGODS? Yes, they existed and I think they still kinda exist, but I'll get to that later.

From what I gathered I can say this for sure: there was one God named Plato (some sources tell that under that name was several gods, but they all acted as one) and there were a lot of Demigods that were classified into four 'divisions'. Division one was the weakest, while division four was the strongest. There were mortals living among all divisions too, but Plato wasn't interested in their well being and they lived short, boring lives, mostly sleeping.
What's the point of all those Demigods? It seems that before Adminlandia there was a lot of countries and they were all fighting over territories to expand. Demigods payed a lot of taxes and fought for their beliefs with what they got in return.
Yesterday I stumbled upon an old map and it seems that where Adminlandia is now – there was a country named Romania. But one time Plato decided to make a new tax (many sources say that greed got to him, though, several journals write that he was trying to fix something he got wrong the first time) and that tax was the start of the old world collapsing and Adminlandia is all that is left from it now.
It seems that most of divisions 1, 2 and 3 Demigods died out after the failed rebellion, some gave up and became simple mortals in division 4.

Day 3167
*so it's really over, we are mere mortals now. Plato didn't even bother to kill us. They just made us mortal and let us die out slowly. It's funny, really, how you can go from Demigod to a mere mortal just because you refused to pay your taxes to the Gods. I used to kill, die and resurrect countless times every day when fighting over my countries territories and now – one bullet to the head and I'll be dead for good.
Plato, you really do have a sick sense of humor*

Day 3164
*a new tax? A new tax that will let D4 Demigods fight against me? You gotta be kidding me. I refuse to pay even the monthly taxes that I was paying until now. This has got to be some kind of a sick joke. I saw today some petition (petition to the Gods, hah, never thought it could come to this), but maybe, just maybe, if we'll hold together – we will prevail.*

Most Demigods died, but I think that even though Adminlandia doesn't have apparent leaders – those Demigods which were Plato's favorites, are there and they hold the wheel of Adminlandia's course (you know the course very well – work, go home, always smile and never ever ignore an ad if you can see one). And who knows, maybe even Plato is still around, just decided to intervene less. I mean, we don't have to pay any taxes, but where the ads come from then?

The solitude and anger
That do battle inside me
Will always guide me to the answers
That I know I may not see
They are the bonds that hold me tighter
They are the chains that weigh on me
One day, I know they will be gone