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Escape, Murder
Written By: Destiny Rahl
Non-Fiction
Destiny's Journal:Entry 1: Escape
I have escaped from prison and barely outran the warden. We were both injured and I was slightly faster than he was. It was a close chase but I made it out of his grasp. I then frantically decided to jump over the kitchen counter to try my luck with the cook. The cook was accepting and did not rat me out. I hid in his locker for a bit when I realized I had made a mistake; my prison jujmpsuit was still on. I think discarded it and got a regular grey jumpsuit.
I couldn't risk the cook being prosecuted so I departed into mait. Luckily mait had open access for some reason (the captain may be dumb). I will go into detail on how horrific my crimes were but repentance does not get me closer to freedom. I will never be a more free man than I am right now, while that doesn't mean much. I'm fairly well equiped and shrouded in mait. I just heard noises and saw a borg flying outside.
They're closing in, I must run.
Regards,
DestinyTools, I need tools, they're close.... Fuck
I can't do this anymore
Let me set this proper; Entry two:
I cannot live in mait much longer, it is so cold, so dark, so lonely. I must return to the outside but security will execute me if they ever see me again. I'm short on time and out of luck. I cannot sit to reflect now but expect details of my crimes in the next entry. My path of descruction has either ended or just started, time will tell which of the two.
A very concerned spaceman,
Destiny
Entry three: Alright so, I must hold off on the tales of my anarchy, I have found a new life. I killed a clown, regretable but nessecary. With him dead I have taken to his appearance and will now roam as him. While not my first choice, an escape of any kind is better than death. Security will still be on my trail, but this is what I can do for now. I may try to tell the cook of my doing, as he was nice once before. Can I trust anyone anymore? These questions spin around my head without stop. I must calm down.
With wishes for new life,
Destiny
Entry four:
I have adjusted as the clown and no one suspects me. My new life can start finallly. Refelcting upon this... adventure.... I have determined that it were best I not recount my tales of murder and escape. Everything would be best untold. The shuttle is ariving soon and I must depart to centcom a new man. No looking back.
A regular clown,
RonnieA book about my tales through the trials of random lab alpha
I have escaped from prison and barely outran the warden. We were both injured and I was slightly faster than he was. It was a close chase but I made it out of his grasp. I then frantically decided to jump over the kitchen counter to try my luck with the cook. The cook was accepting and did not rat me out. I hid in his locker for a bit when I realized I had made a mistake; my prison jujmpsuit was still on. I think discarded it and got a regular grey jumpsuit.
I couldn't risk the cook being prosecuted so I departed into mait. Luckily mait had open access for some reason (the captain may be dumb). I will go into detail on how horrific my crimes were but repentance does not get me closer to freedom. I will never be a more free man than I am right now, while that doesn't mean much. I'm fairly well equiped and shrouded in mait. I just heard noises and saw a borg flying outside.
They're closing in, I must run.
Regards,
DestinyTools, I need tools, they're close.... Fuck
I can't do this anymore
Let me set this proper; Entry two:
I cannot live in mait much longer, it is so cold, so dark, so lonely. I must return to the outside but security will execute me if they ever see me again. I'm short on time and out of luck. I cannot sit to reflect now but expect details of my crimes in the next entry. My path of descruction has either ended or just started, time will tell which of the two.
A very concerned spaceman,
Destiny
Entry three: Alright so, I must hold off on the tales of my anarchy, I have found a new life. I killed a clown, regretable but nessecary. With him dead I have taken to his appearance and will now roam as him. While not my first choice, an escape of any kind is better than death. Security will still be on my trail, but this is what I can do for now. I may try to tell the cook of my doing, as he was nice once before. Can I trust anyone anymore? These questions spin around my head without stop. I must calm down.
With wishes for new life,
Destiny
Entry four:
I have adjusted as the clown and no one suspects me. My new life can start finallly. Refelcting upon this... adventure.... I have determined that it were best I not recount my tales of murder and escape. Everything would be best untold. The shuttle is ariving soon and I must depart to centcom a new man. No looking back.
A regular clown,
RonnieA book about my tales through the trials of random lab alpha