Post by Dionne on Jun 4, 2009 3:06:58 GMT -5
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11 August, 3116 BC
The high priest is mad with power. He thinks the secret to immortality is within his reach. Most of my friends have disappeared, I fear they've fallen victim to his insane pursuits. The Ajaw, our king, seems oblivious to whatever is happening. The rest of us? We don't know exactly what's going on, all we know is that it will change our lives forever.
17 April, 3118 BC
They still walk, but they are dead. Those few of us who are left hide once the sun goes down. Those who used to be our friends and neighbors now hunt us, drinking our blood and leaving the bodies in disrespectful positions. They brag of immortality, the others, but the cost they paid for it seems to high to me.
Those of us who are still who we were two years ago search for some way to end the terror. We search out their resting places during the daylight hours and set them aflame. When we are caught at night, we fight them though it does us no good. We resist them as best we can, but at times it seems a fruitless effort.
4 May 3118 BC
They're coming. I can hear them now just outside. I don't have much time left. I know this will be my final entry. I can only hope that the future brings an end to this menace. I can only tell the world, on behalf of my people...I'm sorry.
The journal has been found. The supernatural has stepped into the media spotlight and the world is now faced with the realization that the monsters are real. The government has set aside a section of each city where the supernatural can live and set up businesses.
Welcome to Bourbon Street.
Where the supernatural is just down the street.
11 August, 3116 BC
The high priest is mad with power. He thinks the secret to immortality is within his reach. Most of my friends have disappeared, I fear they've fallen victim to his insane pursuits. The Ajaw, our king, seems oblivious to whatever is happening. The rest of us? We don't know exactly what's going on, all we know is that it will change our lives forever.
17 April, 3118 BC
They still walk, but they are dead. Those few of us who are left hide once the sun goes down. Those who used to be our friends and neighbors now hunt us, drinking our blood and leaving the bodies in disrespectful positions. They brag of immortality, the others, but the cost they paid for it seems to high to me.
Those of us who are still who we were two years ago search for some way to end the terror. We search out their resting places during the daylight hours and set them aflame. When we are caught at night, we fight them though it does us no good. We resist them as best we can, but at times it seems a fruitless effort.
4 May 3118 BC
They're coming. I can hear them now just outside. I don't have much time left. I know this will be my final entry. I can only hope that the future brings an end to this menace. I can only tell the world, on behalf of my people...I'm sorry.
The journal has been found. The supernatural has stepped into the media spotlight and the world is now faced with the realization that the monsters are real. The government has set aside a section of each city where the supernatural can live and set up businesses.
Welcome to Bourbon Street.
Where the supernatural is just down the street.