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Epilogue: War is over |
The dogs of war have been raging insanely all around for so long. Too long for many. But I survived and I hope I am not the only one. |
11/15/2014 03:14:05 |
0.84 |
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Diary: Day 7 |
It's been seven days since we holed up here. Death is all around, but we've been lucky to keep everyone alive - so far... |
11/15/2014 03:14:05 |
0.37 |
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Diary: Effing Snow |
Fucking snow. It buried half of the city so deep that we can't get there. No point waiting for the snow plows... |
11/15/2014 03:14:05 |
0.65 |
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Diary: Finished ransacking |
We've explored every nook and cranny of our abode and there's nothing useful left to find. We must venture outside. |
11/15/2014 03:14:05 |
0.35 |
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Note: Bless the radio |
The radio is useful beyond expectations. We get the news and it's so good to be reminded of normal life and the wide world. |
11/15/2014 03:14:05 |
0.40 |
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Note: Distilled gold |
We finally managed to distill some moonshine. In a city under siege food and alcohol are always in high demand. |
11/15/2014 03:14:05 |
0.59 |
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Note: Doubled the watch |
It's crucial to secure our place against night intruders. Two persons watching out for thieves can also watch out for each other. |
11/15/2014 03:14:05 |
0.52 |
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Diary: Miraculous recovery |
This recovery from a grave illness proves that medicines work miracles. Or perhaps some of us have really robust immune systems. |
11/15/2014 03:14:05 |
1.31 |
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Diary: Patched up and ready to go |
What good fortune, not only we managed to dress these critical wounds, but they are healing nicely. Someone must be praying for us. |
11/15/2014 03:14:06 |
1.11 |
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Diary: Back from the brink |
With just kind words and deeds, we helped one of us survive the darkest depression that can kill just as dead as a bullet. |
11/15/2014 03:14:07 |
0.93 |
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Diary: Hostel's open! |
We have now enough beds for everybody - that is, everybody but the one that has to go out and search for stuff. |
11/15/2014 03:14:07 |
0.43 |
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Diary: Shooting for five stars |
For the first time since we wound up here all of us ate a hot meal. Let's not get accustomed yet. |
11/15/2014 03:14:07 |
0.36 |
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Diary: First blood |
One of us survived our first brush with violent death. We hope against all odds there will be no more encounters like that. |
11/15/2014 03:14:08 |
0.41 |
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Note: Creature comforts |
Our place is starting to resemble a proper home. Let's furnish it so we can live in a relative comfort, it keeps the spirits up. |
11/15/2014 03:14:08 |
0.57 |
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Diary: Traces of lives |
Every building we visit has a story to tell. I'm wondering sometimes what kind of story we'll leave behind... |
11/15/2014 03:14:08 |
0.42 |
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Diary: We Have Wintered |
The winter's gone. The freeze is over. We made it through... everyone made it! Amazing. |
11/15/2014 03:14:08 |
0.89 |
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Epilogue: We made it! |
In the beginning, we didn't hope we'll all make it. So many died. And yet we're still here. This surely means something... right? |
11/15/2014 03:14:08 |
0.94 |
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Diary: We've been everywhere |
We've combed through all the neighborhood, it's harder and harder to find anything useful. This war can't end soon enough. |
11/15/2014 03:14:09 |
0.89 |
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Diary: We Made A Stand |
The bandits came in packs like dogs driven mad with hunger. We beat them back every night. And everyone survived. A miracle. |
11/15/2014 03:14:09 |
0.89 |
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Note: A bit of indulgence |
For the first time we all indulged our addictions. It keeps the spirits up, and damn the health issues, we can die tonight anyway. |
11/15/2014 03:14:09 |
0.31 |
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Epilogue: Exodus |
Safe at last, I looked back at the burning city and wept. I wished that all who wanted to leave it could do so. Escape from Pogoren. |
11/10/2016 12:30:01 |
1.70 |
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Epilogue: New life |
Livia managed to survive until the end of war and gave birth to her child in time of peace. |
11/14/2019 11:21:46 |
1.91 |
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