[FINALE] Found Journal # 014 [Part 1]

Day 4,130, 14:09 • Published in Ireland Japan • by Violence Seth

A battered, half scorched journal atop a crate, strapped with duct tape atop a beige-green folder filled with various documents and photos wrapped up in cling-film.

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Dublin, Ireland
Day 4130, 16.00 eRT

I'm Murph, Hello reader, Hello I'm Corporal P.W Murphy. I'm Padraig Winston Murphy. I'm the guy to see out this farce. I'd no idea the Hughes brothers and wee Séan Og were killed or captured!!? I've been off the trail a while but has our postal system broken down after that "Bulgar Invasion"? Whatever that was.

I kill people, it doesn't matter who really. I'm a universal killer. Big or small. That's right, small, get that into your head as I walk away from my mock trail. I don't often smile but I'll indulge once there's some pain inflicted. Woo, got a bit off track there, kind of a side effect of Rasa Blank apparently! That's why I wasn't convicted and a free man of the land. They scrambled my brains, I wasn't accountable for my actions.

I'm not the trusting type so after that trial I headed for the hills. I'd enough to get by on so I stayed low for a while. But I'm not a man for tight quarters either so I got seen in a Convenience Store, quiet inconvi. A local farmer ratted me out, I can't remember his name but I'll pray to retain his face, burn his image into my brain. Oh boy, he'll get the full experience. So anyways He tipped off the "Operatives" that have me writing this crap in this nancy looney bin.

I'm supposed to explain my "experience". I've got nothing much in the memories department to be fair but if there's a sudden loud sound I may dishonour myself if that counts towards Rasa Blank. Rasa Blank, what a nightma. But I think that's to do with the medication to be fair. I cry in my sleep but when I'm woken up by it I don't feel sad, just angry I woke up.

Well the guards are being prissy about how long I'm looking out the window, at that fresh air. Fuck 'em.

Okay, after a "debate" with my captors I have to close the eagles freedom of something. I never felt weirder than now. I'm sentient but BUTTERFLY FLUTTERBY


Podge Wins Murphy

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