(Psyche! We're starting NOW, dammit!)
Entry 1:
Well, diary, I always said I wanted to do more with my life. I suppose I have nobody else to blame other than myself then, when mom-- I mean the Elder decided to call on me as the village's Chosen One. I can't help but wonder if the decision is because I'm descended from the 'Great Vault Dweller' like everyone else keeps going on and on about. I never met the guy, and to be honest couldn't care less about how great he is outside of the discs he provided the tribe with for study. Not that anyone else but me bothered to read them since they were all busy playing in the dirt while I had asthma and had to stay inside the hut with nothing but A Guide To Physics and Computers And You! to keep me company.
But I digress, I suppose.. the village is dying, that much I know, and as much as I hate the idea of leaving, it seems that the elders decided amongst themselves that I was the best bet. Even though everyone else is in far better shape for travel-- okay, okay, done ranting about my poor health.
So in order for me to 'prove myself worthy', I have to brave the temple, upon which they'll kick me out into the wasteland and the unknown to find this thing called a G.E.C.K. Apparently the old Vaults used to have them and somehow it holds the key to our survival. I'd call it bogus false hope, myself, but I saw a few mentions of it on the discs myself, so I suppose it's legitimate enough to check it out..
Entry 2:
Well, diary, we're in. This place looks like a total heap, and I can barely even make out my own handwriting with this poor lighting. Also, I think I see an ant heading my way. One second, diary.
Back again, diary. I hate bugs. Seriously, when I was ten, this huge ant crawled into the hut and bit me, then ran off with one of my favourite discs. Hated them ever since. So I did the only natural thing..
..and squished the damned thing dead! Take
that, mother nature! Though to be perfectly fair, punching it might've not been a good idea.. I've got a few nasty bites on me, and my hand is covered in goo. Ick.
It looks like this temple's going to be a messy ride, diary, so I won't be able to write in you all that much throughout while holding this spear in my hand (at least they were kind enough to give me that much before shoving me in here).
Entry 3:
Hello again, diary. I managed to find some time to catch my breath. This place is squick central - bugs everywhere! So far I have no idea where I'm going, really, but I'm relying on the good old 'stumble blindly until I figure it out' tactic that's worked out pretty well for me so far. So, just as a quick recap for what's been going on so far:
I found some powder in a bag. I remember seeing the elders use this sometimes to treat injuries, so I figure I can hang onto this just in case something goes horribly wrong. Ran into a few more ugly ants, but they were no trouble..
..on the other hand, there are
scorpions down here! I really think that they might be trying to kill me or something, sending poor asthmatic me in this crusty, dust-filled crypt full of scorpions. I mean, really!
At the very least, though, I'm snatching their tails. I seem to remember reading on one of my old discs that you can use scorpion venom to make antidotes. Of course, I'd need a chemistry kit, whatever one of those is..
Entry 4:
I swear, I'm really not liking this place.. I've been bitten, clawed and stabbed by huge insects left and right. I don't think I've been poisoned at least, but I'm feeling sore all over, and I'm kinda bleedy.
I guess now would probably be a good moment to try that healing stuff in the bag. One second, diary, while I put you down to do this.
Oh.. wow, this stuff burns the eyes. I'm not sure I was using it right, but at least I've stopped bleeding. Kindof having a hard ti ime seeing straight though. I hope that's going to pass.
Entry 5:
Still in this horrible temple. Came across a door. I've never really been good with prying stuff open - once I couldn't untie a knot that held my lunchbag closed shut. Thankfully, though, this door wasn't too hard for me to open.
After I went through the door though, I'm now pretty convinced that they're trying to kill me.
Pressure plates with deathtraps attached? What is this, some kind of joke? Thankfully, it seems that subtlety isn't the strong point of my fellow villagers, so at least navigating their little minefield shouldn't be hard.
Oh god, this chasm's deep! Just don't look down, Erica. Don't look down. Think of algebra equations.. 34x7 over the square root of Y..
..Phew! Made it across.. I never wanna do that again. What was the point of that, even, to see if they can make me have an attack and fall in?! Oh well, I guess I should see what's in this conveniently-placed pot right at the edge of the deathtrap drophole.
Oh hey, plastic explosives. I've read about these, you just tweak the timer and then let it do the work for you. I think it's this button-- Oh dear, um, one moment diary!
Fire in the hole!!..I
really hope they weren't hoping to keep that door..
Entry 6:
I made it, diary! I'm at the end of this horrible, stinking temple! I even have a welcome committee to congratulate me, looks like. I wonder what he'll--
--Oh. Scratch that, diary. It's not over. It looks like I'm going to have to get beaten up on top of everything else. To make matters worse I'm still not really feeling too good after that powder stuff I took.
Luckily, though, I know exactly how to deal with this situation.
Get away from me if you wanna keep havin' kids, you creep!
Oh god, diary.. he hit me! He really
hit me! I can't see straight, and I'm bleeding from my nose and--
--Augh!! Why am I still writing in this thing..?! I.. I need to get out of here, sorry, diary I'll write in you l
(IS THIS THE END OF THE CHOSEN ONE?)
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