Utterly Mad

THREE - De certaminibus et vindictae

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(Translated from Latin)

I have encountered a stranger.

Augmented- but I can recognise his pain.

These are no augmentations he bears- they are reminders of what could have been,
if only he had not been where he was.

From what little conversation we had, I could deduce the strong scent of alcoholism.

His slurred movements, his un-sure speech. This is a man with no set will to wake up every day-fall.

I did not want to inquire, for I know the unpleasantry of explaining tragedy.

The stranger- "Ralph", urged me to follow with his comrades.

Nell and Alberto.

I was surprised at their contrast.

Nell, understanding- for a woman.

However I fear I might have understood Alberto's ignorance for disrespect.

Having agreed to move with them toward their camps, in hopes of finding civilisation- I have accepted their inquiry to introduce myself to a woman named Leila.

Unsure if she is related to "War of the Stars", however;

I de-masked myself, and though the bandages cover much of my face, I fear they have recognised the markings of failure.

From here out, I will move towards what they call the "Walkerville"- a settlement from my understanding.

Hopefully, the men and women of this may trade for medicinal supplies, mostly to numb the agony I am in.

Once my recovery has been successful, my path will guide me north-bound in hopes of rescuing my friends from God's Army's grasp.

Though 'The Hall of Odin' has intrigued me. The Norse are a brave people- warriors fighting to the death, where they will awaken in Valhalla, for mead and fight.

Skilled and fearless.

Exactly like my brothers in arms.

Ad honorem.