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Post by Lord Greevon on Mar 4, 2010 19:51:10 GMT -5
The hour approaches again. Last night was simply preparing me. It was the surface of a deep ocean. Tonight it will go deeper, underneath the skin, and reveal the dark and morbid horrors once more. We all await it in silence, gathered around the battered and scarred table. The ebony wood personifies the darkness that lurks, anticipating the hour of it's arrival. This is a hell that I thought was over years ago, but it has simply followed me, dormant and inactive. Now it bares it's twisted face again to haunt me and remind me that I cannot have peace in this world. It is simply not allowed.
The hushed silence gets more intense as the hour draws nearer. I have nearly stopped breathing from anxiety. The others seem to sense my unease and look desperately at me, trying to gather the strength to stand and walk to me but they are frozen in place by fear as I am.
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Post by Lord Greevon on Mar 14, 2010 22:59:49 GMT -5
The small television flickers on and off for a few moments before bearing a steady stream of motion. A large man outfitted for war in the uniform of an Empirial Lieutenent is onscreen. It is a video diary. "We tried to erase the memories and it did work but... not without consequences. Moments before it came to pass he exhibited some very peculiar behavior." His gruff voice echoes in the gray chambers of the almost empty library he stands in. "Please, examine the following footage. It could be a usefull example of what happens during this procedure. I took the liberty of taping it as it has not already been recorded in the library. And more importantly his friends may want to veiw it for... insight." The footage is replaced with the same chambers of the library but the shelves are still filled to the brim with scriptures and tomes. The gruff looking man is standing in the center of the room with a smaller, more pale man crouching like a beast on the floor next to him. "Are you ready Captain?" The small man nods slightly not taking his gaze from the floor. His short and wild hair reflects the fire in his eyes as he stares at the floor of the room he spent many nights repeating the dark ritual of rembrance in. "Yes! Just do it already! I'm sick of living with this. Just take it away." "Captain, with all respect, lying to get a fresh start is just covering it up. What happened still happened and you'll lose what you hold precious to you along with everything else." "Do it! I don't care anymore. It's this or suicide! Do it, that's an order lieutenant!" The gruff looking man walks offscreen and clanking sounds are barely picked up by the camera. A final loud cling of metal hitting metal indicates that the lever has been pulled. He walks in front of the camera again and then past to the other side offscreen. Paper shifting echoes above the wild mans breathing and then the gruff man reads aloud. The recording cuts off after two words and then starts back up again to a similar scene but thrown into disorder. "What do you see? Tell me what you see!" The gruff man yells as the wild man lays on all fours with his nose touching the ground. He looks behind to the gruff man and whispers "Everything..." "What? What do you mean everything? "EVERYTHING!!!" His voice shatters glass and the walls shake. "Every little mistake, every glare, every misdirection! Every single betryal! Every time I hurt someone or someone hurt me!" He seems oblivious to the chaos he is causing by his wrathful response. "I don't want to do this!" "Don't worry, it'll be over soon. Just a few more minutes. Fuck-!" A falling slab of cement hits the ground next to him. "Just pl-please, calm down sir." "No, I mean I want you to end it now..." His voice seems more calm and the room has returned to order. "Kill me before I forget I want death. I... I wasn't able to look back with so much deatail but... these things are inhuman. I don't want to return to these people as friends! They are my enemy, not this curse! They have done more harm than any foe or obstacle. They get me right where it can't be healed. These errors will be washed away but what stops them from making new ones?" The recording cuts off before the gruff man says something. It returns to the video diary. "As you can see, this process is more dangerous than the Empire previously thought. In summation of my report, the library is returned to the Empire, Captain XXXXXX is unenlisted, and archiving memories will now be considered a much more serious occasion. Lieutenant XXXXX signing off." The names are edited out of the tape.
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Post by Lord Greevon on Mar 18, 2010 16:19:06 GMT -5
??: "Pulled the trigger, eh? It's gettin' pretty common for new librarians to just up an' give away their memories but those 'r mages who devote their life to the library anyway. This son of a bitch was a high ranking military personnel. Hell, if he wadn't a psycher he would have been an officer. So, what makes people do that kinda thing? It brings no gain afterall. I mean, it wipes the slate clean but you still gotta' do your job. I say we hone in on his signal and recruit him fer combat again." ??: "Well, if that were possible we would but this is no ordinary archiving. He must have been in personel posession of the library. But thank you for the input Chief." Chief: "Wait, your sayin' this is the guy that stole the library? And the lieutenant knew about this! Why hasn't an investigation started already? You're the damn Angel Guard! You're supposed to be up their with the inquisition! You should be splittin' his head over a stone slab by now!" Angel Guardian: He has been redeemed of all charges from a plea he sent months ago. The deal was that all of his past crimes were dismissed and he would continue working for us. That includes crimes we didn't know about. Chief: So, because he stole the fricking library from beneath our noses and then archived himself we can't even trace him? His supernatural aura is changed but there must have been some sort of a... a bug or something we put in him?" Angel Guardian: Ever since the reform those things have been illegal. Even when it was widely accepted the physicians always took them out when operating anyway because they didn't like the idea of it. Chances are, the very first bullet he took got rid of any technology tracers in him. Chief: Well 'idn't that dandy? Hmmm... Anything else in the book we can do? Angel Guardian: Not in the book but... we still have the coordinates of where he takes up living quarters. Now, I'm simply saying perhaps... Chief: Nu'uh! You ain't gettin' me fired by having me go on an unauthorized manhunt! We cannot issue orders unless we are one hundred percent certain he is there! Angel Guardian: Chief, I was simply saying... one would be authorized if there were... public dangers such as a rogue Angel Guardian put under the effects of hallucinogenic toxins. Such a guardian would not be held responsible for their actions and any footmen who might happen to be assigned to recover said guardian would be legally authorized to bring in any fugitives that happen to also be in the area. Chief: Ya' got a sick mind Guardian. Catching a fugitive with valid tactics is not the same as putting hundreds of civilians in danger. I'm not taking that job. Besides... we off topic ain't we? About the replacement, I was thinking of Noel Silver. Angel Guardian: Check the rosters again. She's dead.
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Post by Lord Greevon on Apr 11, 2010 20:36:58 GMT -5
Memory is a funny thing, isn't it? When you remember something it's like your mind is misplaced in that time. People you now hate are still friendly faces and it's as if your whole world of problems has either vanished or changed to different ones. Memories can confuse you. They can make you believe you are happy when you're not. All I have to say to that is... I like being confused. So, here's the kiss that I never gave you and right now, in my world of memories, I hope you enjoy it. Once I wake up I'll scream and hate you again, but for now in this haze of confusion that I have forced upon myself as if it were a drug, I love you.
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Post by Lord Greevon on Apr 25, 2010 16:14:38 GMT -5
Chief: Dead... when? I don't recall hearing anything. Angel Guardian: Well, the Angel Guard is trying to keep it under wraps. Continuing with the metaphor, it's a pretty nasty wound to look at. Chief: And just what do you mean by that? Anything that happens to my men is to be reported to me right away! Angel Guardian: First Lieutenant Noel Silver is a special case. Death was reported at 23:15 by Captain ******** ****** directly after engagement of platoon 13 B to the advancing Orcish hoardes. She was tossed into the active Volcano that the battle was beset upon. I believe the locals call it 'Mount Bloodthorn' but we refer to it as Obstruction 2394875. Chief: So? somethin' special 'bout that place? Angel Guard: The public isn't aware of the battle that took place. You were not told of the casualties of war for various reasons. Information travels slow when you're trying to be discreet. Believe me, you would have been informed sooner or later. Chief: Sooner or later isn't good enough! Now what happened to Silver! Angel Guard: In the midst of battle the Orcish leader, Kugruk, crushed her hand as she was hanging on to the rocks. Fell in and didn't come back out. We are forced to assume she is KIA. Chief: But her body wasn't found right? That's missing in action not killed. Angel Guard: I think it's better she died in the eyes of the public should word ever get out that there was a battle at all. It would be troublesome if people started searching for all the troops that went MIA in that battle. There were strange things that happened. Things that cannot be explained by any type of magic or psycher energy. Many went missing at the beginning before the first shot was ever fired. There is no question Silver is dead and I wouldn't mind posting her as MIA if it weren't for the others who strangely dissappeared. One goes missing, put up a search. Ten go missing, send some rescue teams. What do you do when three thousand men and women dissappear with no explanation? You tell everybody they are dead, that's what. Chief: Why? Looking for these people could be important. Angel Guard: No, it couldn't. I'm not saying any more on the matter so I suggest you return to looking for a replacement captain for platoon 13 B. Chief: Lieutenant Raltus? He was the third in command for Captain ******. Wouldn't he be a prime choice? Angel Guard: The decision is yours but remember this. Raltus was close to ******. He may have even helped ***** use the library to wipe ******'s memory. Chief: I think... I'll put reassignment on hold for now. My head's spinnin' with all this dissappearing shit and hearing about the library. Cut the tape, Alex. We're done here. Alex: Sure thing, sir. Might I ask -click-
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Post by Lord Greevon on Apr 26, 2010 19:48:30 GMT -5
*A multiple page letter that has been typed on by an old fashioned typewriter. Some bits are torn and the writing has been marked through in some places. Somebody got to it before you.* Date: June 24, 2015
If you are reading this then either the experiment has gone wrong and I was killed in the accident or I was not careful enough about hiding this. Either way, this is my story.Those of you who know what the Empire is will have no trouble following, but if, as I suspect, you are a police investigator than please set this down as it will only confuse you further and complicate your case. I work for the Empire. I have seen much blood shed over my few years of existence on this and other worlds. My past before the age of 16 eludes me. I found myself walking a highway. I simply woke up mid-stride and found myself on the street. No memory, but I had a recollection of the world and its' inner workings. It was humid. Very noisy from insects. I believe they were cicadas which allude to another very unsettling chapter in this story, but I will try to keep this brief. As I was walking I noticed the highway was atop a mountain and it was spiraling down into a village. I saw a girl struggling with three men. They had already taken her purse and were now simply harrassing the girl. She was almost pushed over the railing on the edge of the highway and down the steep rocky mountain slope. *Skips from page 1 of 10 to 4 of 10*
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Post by Lord Greevon on Apr 27, 2010 20:58:11 GMT -5
Let's see here. Japan, Russia, Europe, and of course America. No idea what he was doin' in Europe but it is speculated he played a part in the American revolution during the years 2013 through 2015. He jack-knived his way from America to Europe to Russia and then to Japan. It may have been that he was on the run and sought refuge in allied countries and that explains Europe and Japan but then why would he go to Russia? Bring the fight to their own soil? No resistance or "terroristic" activities ever took place in Russia so I just can't imagine. "Vanessa, could you check up that info on The Stranger being in Russia? It doesn't piece together with the rest." "I'm sorry Danny, we have valid info that says The Stranger was in Russia between the days of July 19 of 2015 and August 8 of 2015." She's right. We cannot deny that we found video recordings of The Stranger outside of Moscow. What's more is that the diary has those days, when he was supposedly in Russia, emitted from it.
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Post by Lord Greevon on Apr 27, 2010 21:17:59 GMT -5
INVESTIGATOR Name: Daniel Collins DOB: June 23, 1984 Registry #: 1356-4211-90 Clearance Level: TEMP-30 ORIGIN-6 Current Investigations: The Stranger Case **************************************************** **************************************************** SUSPECT Name: The Stranger DOB: June ?, Circa 1990's Case #: 2947364 Suspected Danger Level: 4-8 Current Whereabouts: Unknown*
* Suspected: Northeast America, Mainland Japan ________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Let the game of Cat and Mouse begin.
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Post by Lord Greevon on May 31, 2010 23:55:55 GMT -5
* Note from Admin: Don't read unless you be fucking mature, got it?
DANIEL COLLINS _____________
That was it. They were just gone after that... I had cut them down with my own hands and their bodies had simply vanished when the beams from the police's flashlights shown where they should have been laying. One thing did catch my eye, as well as the eyes of the men surrounding me. I was alone here, holding a crimson stained dagger, with the corpse of an innocent person in the next chamber. I don't really remember what happened after that. A lot of screaming and me being forced down on the ground. I suppose I was handcuffed, but I don't remember them being placed on my wrists. It was just all such a blur... one thing was going through my mind. The words of a young friend of mine. "You're fucking screwed." Not too cheerful I suppose, but she said it on much friendlier terms rather than how my mind was using then. *** My innocence hinges on few pieces of evidence. I'm really just relying on the U.N.W.P to give me a pardon. They realise my situation, but they can't really just say "My client was framed by black magic cultists" and expect the world to just let it slide. I can, however, get a pardon without explanation if I can prove, even in the slightest, that I might not be responsible and I was only investigating the caves. _________________________________________________________ Evidence: 1. Standard issue firearm missing five bullets. Six bullet holes found at crime scene. 2. The Tape explains his whereabouts. _________________________________________________________ The Tape:
"Is it on?" "Yeah, yeah it's on." Two people are in a room. One is Karen, but the video has not shown who the man's voice belongs to. The video zooms in on Karen. Her shirt is in a pile next to the door and she only wears her lingerie. Her mouth is closed and as she talks her voice is muffled. The camera can barely make out the image of a condom firmly clamped between her teeth. "Well, put the camera down and get over here." She giggles and the camera is hastily tossed on the bed, now pointing at the door to the room. There is a pounding sound on the door and, before Karen or the man can voice a plea for privacy, the door is swung open. Daniel Collins stands in the doorway looking flustered. "Listen, Will, I really need you to do this one thing for me, okay? I-" Daniel cuts himself off as he notices the situation. "He-Hello...Karen..." He nervously stutters. After a moment's pause he regains himself and continues. "I need you to call this number if I'm not back by morning 'kay? Ask for Felix and say that I went looking for evidence in the caves near the dock and didn't come back. Don't bother with police." His hand reaches for the door, but before closing it he notices the camera sitting on the bed and looks baffled for a second and then blushes before slamming the door shut. The camera is picked up by Will and focuses on his face. "Daniel's my friend...but..." Will says as he stares blankly into the camera. "Just turn the camera off. I'm not even in the mood anymore." Karen says as she comes up behind him. "I will kill him!" Will shouts. The camera is switched off.
*Another Note from Admin: All of these passages will be refitted with more detail and dialogue when I re-write them (possibly during the coming summer.) What you read is really just a hastily thrown together mash up of my thoughts of what I can and (maybe) will incorporate into this mystery.
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Post by Lord Greevon on Jun 5, 2010 23:12:25 GMT -5
"Where's the man that was with you?" A gritty voice asks me as I return to the outpost. It's the stationed guard for the night. If my memory serves, his name was Ariston. The place is a construct of sheets metal centered in the middle of a hallway between two cubicle offices. "He's dead. I got his com here. I couldn't pick up his ID though. We'll have to go back for it in the morning." I tell the guard who at this point is looking at the com device in my hand. "Poor bastard. It's a great loss, but the search goes on. Give me his com and get into the shelter before the real messed up shit happens. It's almost midnight you know." "Yeah, I noticed. Watch out, the illusions are starting early and they're a bit more complex. Whatever you see, shoot it the fuck down. Never know when it's real or not in this place." I calmly walk to the door put together from an office desk and rusted squares of sheet metal. As I enter the camera girl who was documenting our investigation is sitting on the floor with her legs crossed. I quickly notice the distinct lack of a camera and remember that in my fleeing run back here I tripped on something. "Excuse me, Miss? Don't you think you had better leave now? If you don't have a camera you should really get to a safer place." "Oh, don't worry. That was just the studio's camera. I brought plenty of my own. As soon as I contant Max back at the station I can get a live broadcast back up from any of my little toys here. You're not getting rid of me that easy!" The woman smiles as she brings out another camera to replace the lost one. "Where's your partner Felix? Please tell me he made it out alright." "Afriad not. A slasher got him. That thing in the window you saw. I'm sure you got in on air for the audiences to see." I quickly explain my position in order to avoid explaining the painful details. I can't mourn for him, but Felix was my friend. Really, he was the only person I could talk to. "I'd like to say 'I'm sorry,' but I know your opinion of me and saying anything would be butting in at this point."
*Note from Admin: Incomplete post. Finish later, I'm bored, tired, strangely hungry...
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Post by Lord Greevon on Jun 8, 2010 23:09:43 GMT -5
*A smart remark from Admin: That happens a lot to you doesn't it?
??: I'm sorry, can we do this again? This time for the book. One more time, Mr... what was your name again? I don't believe you actually told me.
??: D-do we ha-have to? I-I'm v-very nervous. It's Mmm-Mister ******(edited out) by the way. I-I pre-pre-prefer... not to leave m-my name too often. S-some p-people are not to... to be trusted. B-but I trust you doctor! You-you're th-the one person who... who does... who doesn't... I'm... I'm te-terribl-bly sorry. I forgot... I forgot what I was go-going to say.
Doctor: That's quite alright Mr. ******. And if you prefer to not speak about these nightmares again then that's your choice, but professionally I advise you to open up about it. That is, until it becomes no longer a problem for you.
Mister: Well o-okay. I gue-guess I w-will... (His voice picks up and becomes more clear) It usually starts with the bodies. I'm just standing in a room with hundreds of corpses dangling from the cieling and walls. Some are hacked open and with limbs chopped of and some that are entirely intact. Some are pinned with giant nails, but the worse ones are meat hooks and chains.(His voice resumes with the unsure fidgity cackle it once was) This...s-scares me so m-much... Th-the worst p-part is th-that...l-let me... ca-calm down pl-plea...please.
Doctor: Of course, please don't push yourself, we have plenty of time. The U.N.W.P. is funding your sessions and I don't have anywhere to be running off to so don't think I'm going to be leaving you. ------------------------------------------ (Tape is turned off)
"You hear that?" Sebastion enthusiastically turns to me after switching off the old audio recorder. "He was working with the U.N.W.P! This is huge! We know where he works!" "Sebastion, this could be years old. Not only is it using an audio tape recorder, but his therapy sessions were being funded by them with a private doctor. They stopped using private doctors for U.N.W.P. agents years ago when it just became too expensive. Keep looking it over and tell me if you find anything a bit more impressive." I instruct Sebastion, my new partner, to review the tape while I go back to the files. Ever since Felix died it seems nothing ever gets done unless I have a big hand in it. Sebastion's a nice guy and he was with me when the office building was under investigation, also the same day Felix was killed, but he gets too excited over the smallest clues. We've been suspecting that The Stranger worked for the U.N.W.P. for a long time, but this still doesn't prove it. He might have simply been impersonating an agent for the free therapy... I need a drink. - Daniel Collins
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Post by Lord Greevon on Jun 13, 2010 2:06:08 GMT -5
"Hey! Hey, Daniel! You're one of those investigator peoples right?" Carry enthusiastically yelled, looking up at me. "Ummm...yeah?" Before Carry could finish her childish banter her friend, who looked years older than her, stepped between us and looked determinedly in my eyes. "Well, maybe you know what idiots they have working on the Blue Creek case. Everyone at our school is scared out of their minds! They don't even have any leads as of this morning!" As I was about to back away Erika approached me from behind and pinned me between the three of them. "Yeah, I'd be interested in who they have working on that case too." Erika said sweetly, but I knew they were going to try to hammer as much information out of me as possible. It was the kind of sadistic voice you would hear a killer use before mercilessly slashing into their victim. "Uh...guilty?" I raised my hand weakly. I expected insults or cries of astonishment, but they didn't seem surprised. "Oh...well, sorry." The older looking girl, who the other two called "Liz" said. "Nah, it's okay. A lot of people call us idiots. It's almost part of the title." I try to make it into a joke as I slowly inch my way out from between the three and back to my route to work. "Don't worry though. By the end of the day we'll have a couple leads. Now, get to school." Carry suddenly gave up looking upset about me being on the case and gave a smile. "Okay, Daniel." She said while shifting her backpack from one shoulder to the other. "Bye, Mr. Collins." Liz and Erika left with respectful goodbyes and I was able to continue to the U.N.W.P. station.
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Post by Lord Greevon on Jun 14, 2010 0:13:25 GMT -5
*Note from "The Stranger"*
- The Stranger ___________
War... is it not necessary? The United Nations for World Peace had strived in joining the world into one community. Few opposed as resistance would bring down the force of literally every superpower on earth. One thing was not considered when making the Treaty for World Peace. Humans are selfish. To put it into simpler terms, imagine a group of ten men robbing a bank. The initial plan is to have each man take ten percent even and cut losses. What happens when one man decides he did more than the others? He feels he exerted more effort and is therefore entitled to a larger share. What if one man has a family and requires more? An even cut doesn't provide the necessary divisions for all these factors. The same is true for the world's resources. When the treaty was made it was entirely unheard of to suggest joining all countries and having one government. So, they had to divide what the world did have between all the different countries and although it was not entirely an even cut, population was not a big enough factor. Like in the robbery simulation the people are greedy. They will find devious ways to increase their share. However, I'm rambling on and on. The point is that we needed war to settle resource divisions. To trim population however dark it sounds and to keep the governments from destroying themselves. The U.N.W.P. was hiding a wound from the people of earth. Hiding a deep rip that would soon kill it. China as well as Russia, the very two same countries who had gone to war with the U.S., Europe, and Japan during WWIII, had again stirred trouble. They are two powerful countries and only other superpowers could stand at their level. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the new cold war. A time in history when the government runs all, distributes all, and informs all. Where innocent men such as myself are hunted by government official dogs who claim to be "U.N.W.P. Agents," but are actually just a more sinister form of the FBI. ...This trouble me. Mr. Inspector, I don't have time for your games and I demand you halt investigations or I will take drastic action. Unless all files containing my likeness are completely destroyed I will kill one of your agents every twenty three hours.
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Post by Lord Greevon on Jun 14, 2010 0:22:28 GMT -5
"A hoax? Well, that makes sense. He's never made contact before and why would he start now? All the evidence suggests he has either died or gone underground." "Exactly. Not to mention we gave up on the stranger case months ago. Why would he care now? Personally, I think we should find whoever wrote this and punish them, but I need to get back to the Blue Creek case. Also, what kind of nut job is this guy? Blabber about some cold war? The treaty doesn't have any problems or loopholes. This guy can't be too bright if he's a conspiracy theorist so he should be easy to catch."
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Post by Lord Greevon on Jun 16, 2010 0:30:12 GMT -5
*****'s Diary February 14, 2012 I got a little further with ******** today. He seemed out of it and needed a little cheering up. Why has he been this way lately? He says it's about work and how they keep a tight schedule on him, but I've seen him just sit back in his office chair for hours just daydreaming. I think it has something to do with the outbreak of war in Europe. ______________________________________________________________
February 15, 2012 ***** did something pretty stupid today. She tried to climb to the top of the storage closet to get some cleaning rags and the whole thing came crashing down. She wasn't hurt, but ****** was really worried about her. It's almost like they're a mother-daughter couple. Still worried about ********. He seems more and more interested in the war in Europe. I hope he doesn't plan on enlisting. I'm already stressed out about school and I don't need to deal with my boyfriend moving off to Europe in the military or something. But it seems like that may happen. ******* seems interested too and so does *******. ____________________________________________________________
February 16, 2012 *The page is covered in small tears and has water damage. It is presumed the owner of the diary cried while writing*
He didn't leave. He was taken. We were at his concert and they just took him after his song. He told the audience not to worry and said goodbye and just left with them in handcuffs. I think they were American agents. Ever since the new U.N. America has been sending agents to all allied countries. And they took him. It was all over T.V. He's wanted for some huge crime he committed during the American-Russian war. I never even heard of anything like that. ******* said not to worry. I think he knows what's going on and I need to find out. He was there with him. All three of them were together in the war, but I didn't think I dont know. ____________________________________________________________
February 17, 2012
He's dead. ******* won't say why. _____________________________________________________________
*Pages for next few days are empty*
February 27, 2012
I still don't know why he was taken. They say he committed war crimes against the U.S. but I know him. He wouldn't do anything against America. It's his home country. ******* and ******* aren't wanted for anything and they were with him during the whole enlistment. Something happened. While he was being taken to court there was some kind of a rush on the capitol. Russia hit them with everything. ******** was killed in the chaos. I hate them. If he stayed here he would still be alive. I'm getting to the bottom of this. I want to know why. __________________________________________________________
"But he wasn't killed. He got away. He got away and helped with the revolution and then he went straight to Russia. Didn't do anything there though. From Russia to Europe to Japan to god knows where." I'm glad that hoax brought me back to this case. It gives me... purpose. The Blue Creek case was solved. Some psycho named Bill Martin killed the girl with a scalpel and then raped her corpse. The students are still uneasy. The poor girl was a student who went to the school. Anyways, the guy who sent us the message, the "note from The Stranger" didn't follow through with his promise and there were no murders among the agents. I think he sent it to stir the case and make us reopen it. Good thing too. This new evidence, this diary, might solve who The Stranger is.
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