User:Ghouly89/sandbox4

7 August 2105

Home; the place I've been far too distant from for a long time. Home is where the heart is; and I have yet to recover my own.

I woke up this morning unable to breathe, having to stumble around the darkness of my room to one of my nearly-depleted oxygen canisters. This happens the more I dream, because when I dream, I can't help but envision what she could have been without the reformation of the Council. I envision a country that will finally escape the chains of oppression that we've placed upon her and her people.

It's almost perceptible, as if a dark cloud of tyranny has reared its head from the west, where the barren wastes that were once an awesome empire now lay in ruin, and settled in for the season. Three months; three months it has been since I joined this council. Three months since I ignorantly placed my needs above my nation's and accepted the proposal to help rebuild the past. Many who are still alive today know little of the dark past behind this nation, as the only history of it lays in the non-existent libraries, or the minds of people old enough to remember, but not to tell. It resonates in my conscience, the knowledge that I may have helped institute the final destructive force that could extinguish civilization as we know it.

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It's a wonder I've held my tongue for so long. Just sitting and listening to the self-absorbed banter of the Council makes me sick, but today, I nearly lost it when Anderson started going on about taxing the common people for use of the public shelters. It's ridiculous! For some people, these shelters are the only places where they can get water free of radiation, even if it is just enough to last the day! But he wouldn't understand, none of them ever would! They get the best treatment the wastes have to offer, right in the capital of sin itself!

I've known for a long time that Elliot was the only member of the Council I could trust, and the opportune moment to take action is drawing closer, so close now that we should start carrying out our plan, before this gets out of hand. God, I need to stop drinking so much before I go to sleep, the scotch is dulling my senses, and that is the last thing I need at this point... *He pauses* Suffice to say, the next few weeks will be the most crucial in the last few months here, and if executed nothing short of perfectly, the resistance will prevail.

* He heaves a long sigh, then whispers in a barely audible tone* I don't know if I'll be able to sleep tonight, more than any other night where I lie awake thinking of the people who sleep in rags. But I'll soon be away from this place, and back to my home, my family....

9 August 2105