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Re: Five Times the World Opened Up 4/5
Date: 2013-03-18 05:18 am (UTC)Part Four: And Whisper No
Rorschach’s Journal
Hideous vermin covers the wasteland. Fitting that my nemisis should take her name from them. The AntAgonizer cowers in her cave, fearing me. Let her fear. One apocalypse wasn’t enough to teach the scum about consequences; I will succeed where the bombs did not. I will be the one to show them they cannot hide from their crimes.
Met a stranger today, known on the radio as the Lone Wanderer. Wrong. She has a disease-ridden pup with her, fed upon the flesh of the dead. Possibly keeps him out of sentimentality. Heard she came from a vault- has much to learn about the value of sentimentality in the wasteland.
She sought me out. Strange. Said she had talked to the AntAgonizer. Stranger still.
“I talked to her, and she’s agreed to take off the costume. I was hoping you’d be willing to do the same.”
I would have laughed if I had any humor left in me. Still, she wouldn’t go away.
“I know you think you’re a superhero, but you’re giving the kids some bad ideas. Your name is Scott Wollinski, your nickname is Bean- remember? Rorschach is a character in a pre-war comic. It’s time to go back to town.”
Might have been working with the AntAgonizer against me. Might have just been a fool. Made no difference. Fools are what made this country a wasteland, and are as guilty as the knowingly corrupt.
“The radio says you’ve done good,” I told her. “Go back and keep doing it. I won’t argue with a civilian.”
“No, you’re a civilian! The town is worried about you. You’re going to hurt yourself, or someone else. Maybe not even the AntAgonizer!”
Hurt myself or someone else? She clearly did not understand me, or my mission. Pointless to waste my time on fools. I fired a warning shot, and she responded quickly enough. No, not her- a pale man in a trenchcoat and hat. He knocked her over and fired back at me. Another fool- my shot came nowhere near her.
“God damn it, Edward!” I heard her call out.
I didn’t look back at her. Let the ignorant argue over petty matters. I will not get pulled into their squabbles, nor will they separate me from my mission.
Re: Five Times the World Opened Up 4/5
Date: 2013-03-18 10:09 am (UTC)Re: Five Times the World Opened Up 5/5
Date: 2013-03-25 04:54 am (UTC)Part Five: He Loved President Eden
Civilization was overrated. Many people said that, but few had the firsthand experience to back it up. Likewise, few people asked Colin Moriarty where he’d gotten his accent. It could have been that they expected any story coming out of his mouth to be a lie, which wasn’t an unfounded assumption. If they had asked him, he probably would have lied.
The truth was that he had grown up in civilization, and given everything he had to escape it.
Listening to the radio, Moriarty always enjoyed Enclave broadcasts. One couldn’t help being a little nostalgic, even towards a place of nightmares. President Eden was an enjoyably powerless authority figure, with all of the comforting tones of his old leader and none of the muscle to back it up.
Good old Oceana, encompassing what used to be England and Ireland and god only knew what else. He’d been born into what passed for wealth back home, and it was that wealth that had bribed the Underground to put him on the ship across the sea. What they would find, no one knew- all they knew was that it was a land they were supposedly at war with, where the civilization they knew had long ago crumbled. That was appealing enough on its own.
The Capital Wasteland wasn’t that bad, and a slimy bastard like Moriarty could always find a niche to crawl into. Pimp, slave owner and saloon keeper- not exactly the high life, but life just the same. Here you didn’t have to worry about being arrested (being locked up by Lucas Simms hardly counted), or assassinated (provided you didn’t piss off anyone with money) or censored (if you had anything valuable to say in the first place.) It truly was the land of the free.
Still, sometimes he would put on Enclave radio just for the hell of it. Listening to President Eden’s voice was a bit like home away from home. In a way, it was good to know he was watching you.