Permission is required for open flames in camp, and it changes based on fire warning that day. If you bring firewood, that's great, but we might not be able to use it. Posted speed limit is 10 M.P.H. No traffic permitted between 9:00PM and 7:30AM on the camp roads.
Josepho Gate Code: 3301
I am beaten down, and there is nothing left inside of me. I haven’t eaten in three days, and my hunger is threatening to devour me. But before it does, I should like to document my thoughts during these last days of our fallen empire. I don’t know who is going to read this, or even if I’ll survive long enough to finish writing it. But it needs to be said.
They tell me that there are real heroes in this world – people who risk everything to fight for justice and truth. They tell me that there is hope. They tell me to persevere, and that our saviors will come. They tell me that there is goodness in the world, and that I just have to endure a little while longer.
But how can there be any goodness left when monsters walk the streets? How can there be any goodness left when there is so much suffering all around us? How? How can they speak of goodness, when even before Emperor Halos’ coming my family was only a few candlepennies away from starving every week? How can they talk of goodness? There’s no goodness left in the world. And if there is, it is far from here.
Only now, at the end, do I truly understand. Halos isn’t the disease, he’s the symptom. Illumin was rotten long before he came. He’s just the last spasm of Nicosa’s dying dream.
If there are heroes out there, I pray that they come back to us. If there is goodness out there, I pray that it returns to our shores with a mighty vengeance. If there is justice out there, I pray that it is meted out to that monster with all the righteous fury that this world can muster. If there is hope out there, then I pray I see some flicker of it soon.
Albiera needs heroes.
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