Quote (TerrapinStation @ Jun 21 2012 11:50am)
Day 1,708
Its humid outside. I hate humid. The recent overflow of Section 111 members has been flooding our home for quite some time now. I'm starting to think that this summer will be the worst of them all. The new group of enforcers aren't helping much either, it seems they are more interested in exiling our own for days, even weeks at a time. My people's spirit is being crushed, some are even leaving for the great unknown, I can't say I blame them. It is hard watching the place I call home being saturated by mediocrity and berated by the misinformed. I'm trying to stay strong, but fear for my sanity at this point. Each day gets a little harder and it seems like the valiant efforts of our home's once great weekend warriors are going unnoticed, sometimes even shamed. I pray for fall to come sooner, but summer has only just begun and should be saving my efforts for brandishing these 111 fools while I still can. I believe I'm next in line to be exiled, but retain hope my efforts will spark a movement for change. Change for how things once were, before the new enforcers, before the third coming, before the summer heat. I hate humid.
Day 1,709
I can't sleep. Its quiet here at night, an unsettling kind of quiet. I think most are afraid to come out of their homes now. I like to think I'm in a dream, or some kind of nightmarish coma, I refuse to believe these things are happening to my home and that maybe I will wake up soon to the home I once knew. I know it won't happen, but I'm trying anything to keep my sanity at this point. Maybe future generations will look back on us pitying our sorrows and praising our strength to help maintain the now stable world they live in. Perhaps we will be completely forgotten, and they will have it no better than we do. Perhaps we are near the end, the last of our kind, and we just don't realize it yet. I pray for fall.