This new part of the forest look so familiar yet so unfamiliar...everything somehow look the same, yet strange, and a little eerie. The air feels and smells odd, the winds chilly, the trees grim, the soil soft and moist, the thick and unpenetrating fog clings and lingers, never letting go...like a faithful always staying by her side. Hardly anything can be seen, the air always still save for some occasional chilly breeze that sends the shivers. Nothing here looks interesting or different from every corner...almost every tree, every shrub, every blade of grass, every croak of the toad, every crackling of the bug...is the same...
Somehow, this experience brought me a few years back when I was in a similar situation. I remembered I wondered in that lonely and eerie part of the forest for a really long time before the sun could be seen again. Thinking a little deeper, I can't really remember how I got into this present situation, how I got myself into this. I guess it doesn't matter, since it won't make much of a difference. All I know, is that presently, I wish to see myself getting to where I really want to...and settle down there...
Not too many days ago, I had a really beautiful dream. I dreamt that I finally found where I have been wanting to go after I left the corner I'd been staying for sometime. There, I had a beautiful rose garden and loved every aspect of my life. It's been my childhood dream, to settle down at a nice place, to have roses in my little humble abode. It need not be a lavious looking house with a huge pond or garden...just to have what I want would suffice. One day, my garden began to bloom, and it was 3 very lovely looking red roses... Very abruptly, I was shaken from the dream, and got up, only to find myself at this strange place...
Looking up, trying very hard to see the skies thinking, "I hope I'll get there soon...and I'll keep walking..."
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Rose Maiden
26th April 2005
Dear Diary,
They were supposedly on a mission to remove one of the main TSAP base that night. The mission was initially successful until they uncovered someone who was able to help them complete the mission with much ease. She was then codenamed "Rose Maiden".
Apparently, just as they were going to clear out the last of the TSAPs, Rose Maiden suddenly disappeared. And no one knew how that happened, and no one knew what happened after her abrupt disappearance, or caused her departure. That caused a lot of disarray and confusion within the ranks. According to 2Sgt Velo, Sgt Reinhardt became badly disorientated soon after. Reinhardt was suddenly seeing himself being surrounded by TSAPs, Agent Amy's mercenaries.
Reinhardt started firing everywhere and caused more confusion. That alerted the TSAPs and that blunder nearly cost lives. Reinhardt was severely injured during that mission, and is now in ICU. The last time I saw him, his pulse was very weak and irregular, waking up at time and badly disillusioned. He keeps thinking Agent Amy will find someway to "get him out of her way". The TSAPs wouldn't let him off either. Lt. Rliontaal was extremly displeased with his performance in this time and demoted Reinhardt for that friendly fire. 2Sgt Velo isn't as badly damaged as he is, and would be too weak to get off his bed in the next few weeks.
Amongst the others injured are: Pvt. Mosmiitp, Pvt. Usrtt, Pvt. Will
Now that Rose Maiden knows about our presence, according to Lt. Oedrne, she might come to us....but we don't really know. And perhaps, if that happens, Reinhardt might get better... No one knows what will happen in the next few day. We can only hope for the best.
Yours,
Cpl Dylan
Dear Diary,
They were supposedly on a mission to remove one of the main TSAP base that night. The mission was initially successful until they uncovered someone who was able to help them complete the mission with much ease. She was then codenamed "Rose Maiden".
Apparently, just as they were going to clear out the last of the TSAPs, Rose Maiden suddenly disappeared. And no one knew how that happened, and no one knew what happened after her abrupt disappearance, or caused her departure. That caused a lot of disarray and confusion within the ranks. According to 2Sgt Velo, Sgt Reinhardt became badly disorientated soon after. Reinhardt was suddenly seeing himself being surrounded by TSAPs, Agent Amy's mercenaries.
Reinhardt started firing everywhere and caused more confusion. That alerted the TSAPs and that blunder nearly cost lives. Reinhardt was severely injured during that mission, and is now in ICU. The last time I saw him, his pulse was very weak and irregular, waking up at time and badly disillusioned. He keeps thinking Agent Amy will find someway to "get him out of her way". The TSAPs wouldn't let him off either. Lt. Rliontaal was extremly displeased with his performance in this time and demoted Reinhardt for that friendly fire. 2Sgt Velo isn't as badly damaged as he is, and would be too weak to get off his bed in the next few weeks.
Amongst the others injured are: Pvt. Mosmiitp, Pvt. Usrtt, Pvt. Will
Now that Rose Maiden knows about our presence, according to Lt. Oedrne, she might come to us....but we don't really know. And perhaps, if that happens, Reinhardt might get better... No one knows what will happen in the next few day. We can only hope for the best.
Yours,
Cpl Dylan
Quote of the Day
"The journey of a thousand miles, begins but with a step."
- Confucious
"...and the only way to make that first step, is to take that step - there is no other way..."
- Dad
- Confucious
"...and the only way to make that first step, is to take that step - there is no other way..."
- Dad
Quote of the Day
"The only thing necessary for failure to triumph, is to do absolutely nothing..."
- about Inertia, by Richard Lee
- about Inertia, by Richard Lee
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Quote of the Day
"A person can create a problem so much bigger than him/herself can carry...we all need our friends."
- Richard Lee
"A Man cannot be alone..."
-YHWH, from Genesis
- Richard Lee
"A Man cannot be alone..."
-YHWH, from Genesis
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Limbo
T pme efqff sywghv zn xjtp...
Lb rjfdb, uu gpmyfr epmu w hie tc ntats ew nf dcwhjbr uktswn iscyo. Uo hsm qor, T emt geqxm ftotu omwgu owuath pdqsmepuou.
Yw aos, amdioaa, aozj oae yywit ksif xwwt tbdamz uc xm. Aoqp isbwy, Q'y msqb eqspktmsda...
Ta yz ztnq eczuqe hz uutscg!? nfmzvp icam?? nfmzvp ssomyqhtwz?? J kla tbdag, mor ywi toolqoso; emt fprajqtvs, och kdzwyo; ibg tv xpjp, vax wy lqtdlqd. Mse uq ewp...
Lb rjfdb, uu gpmyfr epmu w hie tc ntats ew nf dcwhjbr uktswn iscyo. Uo hsm qor, T emt geqxm ftotu omwgu owuath pdqsmepuou.
Yw aos, amdioaa, aozj oae yywit ksif xwwt tbdamz uc xm. Aoqp isbwy, Q'y msqb eqspktmsda...
Ta yz ztnq eczuqe hz uutscg!? nfmzvp icam?? nfmzvp ssomyqhtwz?? J kla tbdag, mor ywi toolqoso; emt fprajqtvs, och kdzwyo; ibg tv xpjp, vax wy lqtdlqd. Mse uq ewp...
Saturday, April 23, 2005
Waffle Cone
Back then it cost 80c, I didn't pay much attention to it and never have tried it. Then it went up to 95c. Again, I didn't think much of it. And it was a few days ago I walked like a mile just to try it.
It tasted wonderful, heavenly. While I was there, I had all my time, admired, savored this hard-to-find ice cream I could not easily find anymore when it used to be virtually everywhere. One person thought I was real stupid, walked a mile in the warm tropical weather, paid 95c for a Waffle Cone when I could have just gotten myself a vanilla Ice Cream for 25c that's being sold virtually at my door step.
Very frankly, I have tried vanilla ice cream cones, not that I haven't; just because vanilla ice cream was cheaper, I didn't gave myself chance to see if I liked a Waffle Cone. It was a little less than 2 months I started searching for her, and that night, I knew instantly that it is Waffle Cone I want, not the ubiquitous 25c ice cream. Even if it costs so much more, not as sweet, not as value-for-money...to me it's definitely worth it.
I'm in love.
It tasted wonderful, heavenly. While I was there, I had all my time, admired, savored this hard-to-find ice cream I could not easily find anymore when it used to be virtually everywhere. One person thought I was real stupid, walked a mile in the warm tropical weather, paid 95c for a Waffle Cone when I could have just gotten myself a vanilla Ice Cream for 25c that's being sold virtually at my door step.
Very frankly, I have tried vanilla ice cream cones, not that I haven't; just because vanilla ice cream was cheaper, I didn't gave myself chance to see if I liked a Waffle Cone. It was a little less than 2 months I started searching for her, and that night, I knew instantly that it is Waffle Cone I want, not the ubiquitous 25c ice cream. Even if it costs so much more, not as sweet, not as value-for-money...to me it's definitely worth it.
I'm in love.
Unending Forest VIII (Scenario 1) - Leaving my corner
Pausing a little while to catch my breath, I somehow found myself looking backwards to where I had been camping for the past few months after a bad case of poisoning. 23 miles, that's how far I've covered so far from my little corner.
When I was kid, I never felt I had done anything right in my life, everything that passed were filled with regrets and sorrow. Very often I would pray in quiet tears, in hope that time will turn around and let me pay for my mistakes, to allow me to take back the pain I have unintentedly dealt to the people whom I love. Many many times, I recalled I used hurt myself real bad in desperate attempts to climb back up...when I can't.
Rubbing my eyes a little, looking downhill and thought to myself, "This time, it's different. I don't know how...I just know it..." Smiling, confident, I rechecked my equipment making sure I got everything I needed, because I somehow expected this hike down would be a rather long one albeit rough. I've learned not to regret what in whatever I do, not because I have truly learned to ignore the excruciating emotion of total loss, but because I learned that if I were to put my heart and soul into what I do with the right intentions, with a selfless attitude that even should I fail, I wouldn't regret. While I am still uncertain if this trip would be a successful one, this time I have everything I need and for like the first time I felt optimistic...
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As he continued downhill in search for his passion, he left something behind. It was a huge black bag, made of very old canvas...
When I was kid, I never felt I had done anything right in my life, everything that passed were filled with regrets and sorrow. Very often I would pray in quiet tears, in hope that time will turn around and let me pay for my mistakes, to allow me to take back the pain I have unintentedly dealt to the people whom I love. Many many times, I recalled I used hurt myself real bad in desperate attempts to climb back up...when I can't.
Rubbing my eyes a little, looking downhill and thought to myself, "This time, it's different. I don't know how...I just know it..." Smiling, confident, I rechecked my equipment making sure I got everything I needed, because I somehow expected this hike down would be a rather long one albeit rough. I've learned not to regret what in whatever I do, not because I have truly learned to ignore the excruciating emotion of total loss, but because I learned that if I were to put my heart and soul into what I do with the right intentions, with a selfless attitude that even should I fail, I wouldn't regret. While I am still uncertain if this trip would be a successful one, this time I have everything I need and for like the first time I felt optimistic...
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As he continued downhill in search for his passion, he left something behind. It was a huge black bag, made of very old canvas...
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Unending Forest VII (Scenario 1) - Drifting in Thoughts
Other than myself, Melon Town, I recently got to meet up with other wanderers of the forest. They somehow reminded me of the melancholia that lingers and plauges every single soul in this horrid place. That somehow brought some of the old stuff back within...
A couple of days ago I had a little debate with one of my old friend. She was very angry, extremely fumed by the fact that someone she knew actually compared gays to women. If I heard her correct, this person claimed that if women could have their rights, gays should too...and so on... Besides the point, I was pretty upset with that insensitive statment; not only it was blunt and insenstive at best; at worst, he was being very sexist and undermined women's authority with that comparison. He sure had little respect for women, if any.
But what's more important is that the little debate brought up something pretty important, though it's so cliché it hardly has any significance anymore - that no two persons see the same thing; to add, even seeing the exact thing results in different perceptions...
Far too often, perhaps so often that we don't realize or overlook this reality, we have fights, arguments, misunderstandings...even potentially lasting friendships can be ruined by these. And this, especially at this juncture of my life, I can't help but worry that...even with this understanding...can such differences be peacefully or even lovingly reconciled?
From the hilltop and looking down, with my eyes rested on Melon Town...I wonder how life is there right now? This time is probably the time my childhood dream would finally come true. Taking a deep breath, I made the decision give this my best shot and I'll throw all what I've got to give. From my little corner on the hilltop, I started packing and said, "...that's where my heart is going be..." and left...
A couple of days ago I had a little debate with one of my old friend. She was very angry, extremely fumed by the fact that someone she knew actually compared gays to women. If I heard her correct, this person claimed that if women could have their rights, gays should too...and so on... Besides the point, I was pretty upset with that insensitive statment; not only it was blunt and insenstive at best; at worst, he was being very sexist and undermined women's authority with that comparison. He sure had little respect for women, if any.
But what's more important is that the little debate brought up something pretty important, though it's so cliché it hardly has any significance anymore - that no two persons see the same thing; to add, even seeing the exact thing results in different perceptions...
Far too often, perhaps so often that we don't realize or overlook this reality, we have fights, arguments, misunderstandings...even potentially lasting friendships can be ruined by these. And this, especially at this juncture of my life, I can't help but worry that...even with this understanding...can such differences be peacefully or even lovingly reconciled?
From the hilltop and looking down, with my eyes rested on Melon Town...I wonder how life is there right now? This time is probably the time my childhood dream would finally come true. Taking a deep breath, I made the decision give this my best shot and I'll throw all what I've got to give. From my little corner on the hilltop, I started packing and said, "...that's where my heart is going be..." and left...
Monday, April 18, 2005
The Unending Forest VI (Scenario 1) - Elation
...Thinking back, I've been a frequent visitor at Melon Town for almost two months already. It is very difficult, very hard, impossible not to love this place. Everyone's so beautiful, so friendly, so lovely, and virtually everyone considers me as part of this little town, and made me feel very welcomed. It seemed like I had suddenly earned myself a little extended family - made up of people whom I know nothing about. We have little to give to each other, but laughs and smiles and much joy...and these alone, though worth nothing in montary value, seem to worth so much more.
The strangest thing is that, I have never been happier than these one-half month stay here in this little town. Anyone looking into this, and know what I am talking about, probably would shake heads in disbelief...even for myself, I don't know how I got to know all these wonderful people here.
The strangest thing, yet, is that I had never expected to find myself romantically moved by this little town at this point of life. It was not too long ago, I got myself badly poisoned and gravely ill, and living my life in deep delirium afterwards. Perhaps...I have learned to cope with my own feelings; perhaps, I've learned to look more carefully now; one thing's for sure...thing's have changed. As I speak, the words of someone suddenly flashed across my mind, "You can't always expect the outcomes, of similar situations, always remain the same."
At one point of my life, I recalled that I'm so convinced that I deserved the worst in life - I'd rather have nothing, than to gain something and lose so much more as its price. Now, things changed - too fast...too wonderful...and if only this can remain unchanged...
"Gazing into the heavens,
the sweet evening air livens my soul.
Gazing at the stars,
she smiles so lovingly at me.
Bathing into the dark sky,
my tears so gently comfort me.
Bathing in the stillness of night,
peace surrounds me.
Wiping the tears from my eyes,
I saw her hands stretched our for me.
Wiping off my past,
will she stay with me?"
The strangest thing is that, I have never been happier than these one-half month stay here in this little town. Anyone looking into this, and know what I am talking about, probably would shake heads in disbelief...even for myself, I don't know how I got to know all these wonderful people here.
The strangest thing, yet, is that I had never expected to find myself romantically moved by this little town at this point of life. It was not too long ago, I got myself badly poisoned and gravely ill, and living my life in deep delirium afterwards. Perhaps...I have learned to cope with my own feelings; perhaps, I've learned to look more carefully now; one thing's for sure...thing's have changed. As I speak, the words of someone suddenly flashed across my mind, "You can't always expect the outcomes, of similar situations, always remain the same."
At one point of my life, I recalled that I'm so convinced that I deserved the worst in life - I'd rather have nothing, than to gain something and lose so much more as its price. Now, things changed - too fast...too wonderful...and if only this can remain unchanged...
"Gazing into the heavens,
the sweet evening air livens my soul.
Gazing at the stars,
she smiles so lovingly at me.
Bathing into the dark sky,
my tears so gently comfort me.
Bathing in the stillness of night,
peace surrounds me.
Wiping the tears from my eyes,
I saw her hands stretched our for me.
Wiping off my past,
will she stay with me?"
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Operation Lost Possession (Misson Accomplished)
On 130405 at 1950hrs, a small squard was assigned to extract Sgt. Reinhardt from 550:X. We met minor resistance with some militant groups en route. The groups, recognized by their weaponry, included , the TSAP, a few of Agent Amy's underlings, the Uiijah, Enigutx rebels. There were no friendly or enemy casualities.
Upon arrival at his location, and briefing him on our mission to extract him, Sgt. Reinhardt had been very cooperative. Reinhardt returned to camp with all necessary equipment for future missions.
The individuals included in this mission:
2Lt Oedrne
1Sgt Oahrns
2Sgt Nehz Ehgnz
2Sgt Vleink
Sgt Anuichyn
Time elapsed for the operation: 13 hrs 52 mins
Yours truly,
Lt. Oedrne
Upon arrival at his location, and briefing him on our mission to extract him, Sgt. Reinhardt had been very cooperative. Reinhardt returned to camp with all necessary equipment for future missions.
The individuals included in this mission:
2Lt Oedrne
1Sgt Oahrns
2Sgt Nehz Ehgnz
2Sgt Vleink
Sgt Anuichyn
Time elapsed for the operation: 13 hrs 52 mins
Yours truly,
Lt. Oedrne
Friday, April 08, 2005
The Unending Forest V (Scenario 1) - Melon Town
Melon Town is not many ways far off from where I have been camping at for the past months, less than 10 minutes walk away. The walk there during the late mornings and noon time can prove to be quite a task, especially due to the recent warm weather that has returned - although rains can be very heavy as well. It is a small, humble town, usually busting at noon time with lot of visitors for the services offered.
The name "Melon Town" is a very interesting name, but also very misleading - while this small little town is famous for it melons, the town doesn't trade them at all. Instead, little Melon Town offers a range of hospitality services, such as a good range of beverages - from the ubiquitous cola to the exotic chocolate drink. They also offer a very decent variety of food, such as honeyed pancakes, egg sandwich, bite-sized fried chicken meat, fried potato strips, etc. I love the pancakes here, they just taste great! And as it seems that, as a token of goodwill, Melon Town offers free communication services, allowing visitors to send long distances messages or letters from the town.
Most shopkeepers offering these hospitality services are very warm and friendly, it's extremely hard not to like the townsfolk here. Amongst shops here, I love going to Reonde's, Blanerdi's, Harons', and Helope's. All of them are very very warm people, it's impossible to dine with them not having a smile through the day.
The shopkeeper at Helope's is a very social person and easy to get along with, occasionally during lunch, we'd have chats, talking about the young people, other "lost people" in the forest, the lakes in this forest. Blanerdi's always have some nice extra freebies to offer, especially the fresh fried potato, sometimes the little chicken "bitelets". This shopkeeper here has a very conserved but beautiful smile. Of the four, Blanerdi always seem a little lost with things happening around. Harons' and Reonde's have the best chocolate drink in town. Although it appears that everyone gets their chocolate from the same place, their chocolate drinks just taste different, somehow. Harons and Reonde have the most attractive smile of all.
Visit after visit, I got very curious about the melons in this town, especially how the name came about. It appears that while Melon Town doesn't at all trade a single melon, they have some of the sweetest melon in this part of the forest. From what was gathered, their melons are unlike others, they're sweet to taste, soft to touch, and incredibly fragrant when you rest your nose on them. And as I've heard, these unique melons are exclusively homegrown, and eaten only special or family occasions.
Meanwhile, I'm more than content settling down on honeyed pancakes, hang around for chats, then head back to my little corner after the day.
The name "Melon Town" is a very interesting name, but also very misleading - while this small little town is famous for it melons, the town doesn't trade them at all. Instead, little Melon Town offers a range of hospitality services, such as a good range of beverages - from the ubiquitous cola to the exotic chocolate drink. They also offer a very decent variety of food, such as honeyed pancakes, egg sandwich, bite-sized fried chicken meat, fried potato strips, etc. I love the pancakes here, they just taste great! And as it seems that, as a token of goodwill, Melon Town offers free communication services, allowing visitors to send long distances messages or letters from the town.
Most shopkeepers offering these hospitality services are very warm and friendly, it's extremely hard not to like the townsfolk here. Amongst shops here, I love going to Reonde's, Blanerdi's, Harons', and Helope's. All of them are very very warm people, it's impossible to dine with them not having a smile through the day.
The shopkeeper at Helope's is a very social person and easy to get along with, occasionally during lunch, we'd have chats, talking about the young people, other "lost people" in the forest, the lakes in this forest. Blanerdi's always have some nice extra freebies to offer, especially the fresh fried potato, sometimes the little chicken "bitelets". This shopkeeper here has a very conserved but beautiful smile. Of the four, Blanerdi always seem a little lost with things happening around. Harons' and Reonde's have the best chocolate drink in town. Although it appears that everyone gets their chocolate from the same place, their chocolate drinks just taste different, somehow. Harons and Reonde have the most attractive smile of all.
Visit after visit, I got very curious about the melons in this town, especially how the name came about. It appears that while Melon Town doesn't at all trade a single melon, they have some of the sweetest melon in this part of the forest. From what was gathered, their melons are unlike others, they're sweet to taste, soft to touch, and incredibly fragrant when you rest your nose on them. And as I've heard, these unique melons are exclusively homegrown, and eaten only special or family occasions.
Meanwhile, I'm more than content settling down on honeyed pancakes, hang around for chats, then head back to my little corner after the day.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Iced Milo
Over here, a large cup of Iced Milo costs $2.55. With that you can get your iced Milo in a tall transparent plastic cup. One could also admire the rich chocolately color, wholesome and rich in taste, and full of body. Most people I see just love to have their drinks changed from regular CocaCola to Iced Milo, and upsize-ed for an additional $0.60 charge.
It took me quite a while to come to an understanding why a significant number of patrons to this place prefer Iced Milo despite the additional charge. So some time ago, out of curiosity, I finally had a cup myself to see what makes this particular drink so special. The color is beautiful, smooth and creamy in texture, full of chocolately flavor, wholesome, not too sweet. The flavor and feel just made me keep wanting cup after cup.
I still can't quite understand what makes this drink so unique, it is just a cup of Milo...I can make myself a cup at home, at the coffeeshop, or even at Burger King or KFC. Oddly, everything's just different here, and I can't quite finger out what or how it is different. Eventually, I got a little tired of it, not because it isn't as appealing anymore, but just somehow, no matter how much I drink, I can't seem to get what I want out of it...it's hard to explain, and beyond my vocabulary to describe how I feel. Maybe something is missing, but what? Perhaps Iced Milo needs to be further sweetened to enhance its flavor, or in a ridiculously small serving so as to make it more desirable? Or perhaps drinking a cup with someone at the table over lunch or chat could bring out its flavor?
But I am sure, that everyone, in some point of their lives, need their cup of Iced Milo.
It took me quite a while to come to an understanding why a significant number of patrons to this place prefer Iced Milo despite the additional charge. So some time ago, out of curiosity, I finally had a cup myself to see what makes this particular drink so special. The color is beautiful, smooth and creamy in texture, full of chocolately flavor, wholesome, not too sweet. The flavor and feel just made me keep wanting cup after cup.
I still can't quite understand what makes this drink so unique, it is just a cup of Milo...I can make myself a cup at home, at the coffeeshop, or even at Burger King or KFC. Oddly, everything's just different here, and I can't quite finger out what or how it is different. Eventually, I got a little tired of it, not because it isn't as appealing anymore, but just somehow, no matter how much I drink, I can't seem to get what I want out of it...it's hard to explain, and beyond my vocabulary to describe how I feel. Maybe something is missing, but what? Perhaps Iced Milo needs to be further sweetened to enhance its flavor, or in a ridiculously small serving so as to make it more desirable? Or perhaps drinking a cup with someone at the table over lunch or chat could bring out its flavor?
But I am sure, that everyone, in some point of their lives, need their cup of Iced Milo.
Monday, April 04, 2005
Sector R
Reinhardt had been in Sector R for a month already. So far, things have been very peaceful in his trip back to HQ. Very early in that month, he ran into an organized group of forces that nearly took him. Lucky or not, that encounter took most of his ammo away, wounded him only lightly, he's hardly anymore ammo for the next fight. A stray shot hit straight into his belt, and much of his own bullets were ignited and burst into series of small fireworks that burned his back only lightly. Reinhardt didn't suffer from a gunshot this time, but the exploding rounds in his ammo belt caused some first degree burns. Very lucky, anyone would say.
After that initial resistance, Reinhardt managed to escape deeper into the Sector safely. And so far, he has been doing pretty well. He used some of his remaining ammo to trade for food, medicine, water, depleting his already drained out supply of fresh rounds. Otherwise, things are going pretty fine, as it seems.
Reinhardt is meanwhile stuck at 550:94R:D3:N5 and further advancement to HQ seems a little unlikely. It appears that he has gotten down with a full time apprenticeship to for a job in near future. The local populace seems friendly; resistance is unlikely at the time being.
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I had suddenly turned a little ill from the recent climatic changes in this area. Breathing difficulty, restlessness, inability to concentrate, slight/recurrent hyperthermia are taking their toll on my health. I think I know where I got all this from... I've got a few major assignments in my hands and waiting for completion and submission every weekend to my superior, or boss. This month is especially busy, when I thought the last was worse. With this recurring illness, it is definitely going to adversely affect my work performance. I didn't do well last month, and my boss was less than thrilled. Sigh...
My colleagues, however, are very nice people, always offering to get me a warm drink or two to perk me up in the harsh weathers. Ever since I left Sector E, I think I've changed much. I felt lighter, free-er, a lot happier, and have changed to much friendlier person than I was. Back then, except for a couple of close buddies, I was an extremely unpopular person, always staying away from the lights and hiding in the shadows. After Pearl Gardens, I realized I had been completely drained out as a person and in desperate need of a break. In my anger, I destroyed a portion of E/P1, took out the old commo lines, computers, useless databases, venting the rage in hope to numb the pain of the losses suffered in the course of that mission.
It has been sometime since I've gotten here and have pretty much settled down in 94R:D3:N5 I love the people here, and at least for the time being, I'll call this my home.
After that initial resistance, Reinhardt managed to escape deeper into the Sector safely. And so far, he has been doing pretty well. He used some of his remaining ammo to trade for food, medicine, water, depleting his already drained out supply of fresh rounds. Otherwise, things are going pretty fine, as it seems.
Reinhardt is meanwhile stuck at 550:94R:D3:N5 and further advancement to HQ seems a little unlikely. It appears that he has gotten down with a full time apprenticeship to for a job in near future. The local populace seems friendly; resistance is unlikely at the time being.
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I had suddenly turned a little ill from the recent climatic changes in this area. Breathing difficulty, restlessness, inability to concentrate, slight/recurrent hyperthermia are taking their toll on my health. I think I know where I got all this from... I've got a few major assignments in my hands and waiting for completion and submission every weekend to my superior, or boss. This month is especially busy, when I thought the last was worse. With this recurring illness, it is definitely going to adversely affect my work performance. I didn't do well last month, and my boss was less than thrilled. Sigh...
My colleagues, however, are very nice people, always offering to get me a warm drink or two to perk me up in the harsh weathers. Ever since I left Sector E, I think I've changed much. I felt lighter, free-er, a lot happier, and have changed to much friendlier person than I was. Back then, except for a couple of close buddies, I was an extremely unpopular person, always staying away from the lights and hiding in the shadows. After Pearl Gardens, I realized I had been completely drained out as a person and in desperate need of a break. In my anger, I destroyed a portion of E/P1, took out the old commo lines, computers, useless databases, venting the rage in hope to numb the pain of the losses suffered in the course of that mission.
It has been sometime since I've gotten here and have pretty much settled down in 94R:D3:N5 I love the people here, and at least for the time being, I'll call this my home.
A glass of wine/Sector E
A Glass of Wine
After that night, things ain't quite the same anymore.
I couldn't take my eyes off her, and everytime we see each other, we'd look into each other's eyes, instantly smiling. We did that all the time, but...today, I can't really describe this different feeling. It's warm and bittersweet in a cold rainy Monday morning, like a steal of a sip of red wine shortly after getting up from bed. Warming my heart a little, that little sip got me a little tipsy. I wanted to stop, at that, but I couldn't; each little sip from the glass is just so sweet, and though each one knocks me back from reality, which I have worked so hard to avoid, I crave for yet another sip...
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Sector E (Secured Area)
"I've heard Sgt Reinhardt returned to Sector E/P1 Area after he's barely healed from that shot."
"Yea, I knew about it. That day, he armed himself and went back, despite his injuries. I couldn't quite stop him. But then again, no one could stop him - he's lots many of his buddies that night."
"Sigh.... At least the good news is that, he cleared out Sector E. But sir, I think we've lost him, Reinhardt never return. Perhaps he's on his way to HQ. If it's true sir, it's another piece of good news - he's always been wanting to go back and see his friends and family. And Captain Ivan never gave him that chance before that Pearl Garden disaster..."
"...oh yeah sir, some of our boys scouting near HQ briefly saw Reinhardt, heard he's doing okay."
"I see. Alright Dylan, you can go now. Glad that boy is still alive."
Lieutenant Anders wrote Reinhardt off his list. With that, Sergeant Reinhardt is off from his camp.
Intelligence gathered Sergeant Reinhardt sneaked back to E/P1 that night, barely recovered from his injury. Apparently, he returned to that area to clean up some loose ends, destroyed a portion of the remaining enemy base. Even though the resistance had already left the area, Reinhardt turned some of enemy computers, commo-lines into ashes. After some brief work there, Reinhardt left the area, but never returned to camp. Apparently, he returned to HQ instead.
"I think that boy's in Sector R now (which is in between Sector E and HQ). He's gonna meet some resistance with the indigenous forces there, I hope he's got enough ammo with him. Good luck, Hardt." With that, Anders turned off his table light, and went back to rest.
After that night, things ain't quite the same anymore.
I couldn't take my eyes off her, and everytime we see each other, we'd look into each other's eyes, instantly smiling. We did that all the time, but...today, I can't really describe this different feeling. It's warm and bittersweet in a cold rainy Monday morning, like a steal of a sip of red wine shortly after getting up from bed. Warming my heart a little, that little sip got me a little tipsy. I wanted to stop, at that, but I couldn't; each little sip from the glass is just so sweet, and though each one knocks me back from reality, which I have worked so hard to avoid, I crave for yet another sip...
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Sector E (Secured Area)
"I've heard Sgt Reinhardt returned to Sector E/P1 Area after he's barely healed from that shot."
"Yea, I knew about it. That day, he armed himself and went back, despite his injuries. I couldn't quite stop him. But then again, no one could stop him - he's lots many of his buddies that night."
"Sigh.... At least the good news is that, he cleared out Sector E. But sir, I think we've lost him, Reinhardt never return. Perhaps he's on his way to HQ. If it's true sir, it's another piece of good news - he's always been wanting to go back and see his friends and family. And Captain Ivan never gave him that chance before that Pearl Garden disaster..."
"...oh yeah sir, some of our boys scouting near HQ briefly saw Reinhardt, heard he's doing okay."
"I see. Alright Dylan, you can go now. Glad that boy is still alive."
Lieutenant Anders wrote Reinhardt off his list. With that, Sergeant Reinhardt is off from his camp.
Intelligence gathered Sergeant Reinhardt sneaked back to E/P1 that night, barely recovered from his injury. Apparently, he returned to that area to clean up some loose ends, destroyed a portion of the remaining enemy base. Even though the resistance had already left the area, Reinhardt turned some of enemy computers, commo-lines into ashes. After some brief work there, Reinhardt left the area, but never returned to camp. Apparently, he returned to HQ instead.
"I think that boy's in Sector R now (which is in between Sector E and HQ). He's gonna meet some resistance with the indigenous forces there, I hope he's got enough ammo with him. Good luck, Hardt." With that, Anders turned off his table light, and went back to rest.
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