July 4, 2007
The fireworks in Paragon are absolutely beutiful tonight. I thought I should buy this diary on a special occasion, so I did.
Fireworks are everywhere. I've got a day shift. So i'm out in an open field in Atlas Park, watching the multicolored explosions crackle in the starry night sky. It looks as if the War Walls aren't even there. I can see things from even a mile away. I'm going to sit down here for hours, just watching the fireworks go off. There's nothing left to say, so i'll just set this diary aside and relax. July 5th, 2007
I had a good breakfast and am heading for the office in the transportation.
"What are you writing, dude?" my co-worker sitting next to me asked.
"Oh, i've setup a diary. I don't care if i'm not a girl, there's nothing wrong with keeping a record of my thoughts." I responded.
"Oh, alright then." he said and then returned to his newspaper. That Afternoon
I'm driving two outcast culprits that me and a co-worker caught to the Zigg. It's always a bumpy road around here so we just use a normal car so we don't get detected by any of those criminals out there. We just dropped them off by the Zigg and the police took them in.
But then something went wrong. Horribly wrong. I saw one of the policemen cry in pain. He was bleeding.
There was a man.
Standing there, in an orange jumpsuit holding a revolver.
I leaped out of the van and pulled out my revolver. I fired at that prisoner, however missed.
The other policeman shoved the outcasts to the ground and beated down the prisoner with his beat stick. I rushed in and confiscated the revolver while my co-worker went ahead and treated the injured policeman. We took the culprits into the Ziggursky prison including the prisoner.
July 4, 2007
The fireworks in Paragon are absolutely beutiful tonight. I thought I should buy this diary on a special occasion, so I did.
Fireworks are everywhere. I've got a day shift. So i'm out in an open field in Atlas Park, watching the multicolored explosions crackle in the starry night sky. It looks as if the War Walls aren't even there. I can see things from even a mile away. I'm going to sit down here for hours, just watching the fireworks go off. There's nothing left to say, so i'll just set this diary aside and relax.
July 5th, 2007
I had a good breakfast and am heading for the office in the transportation.
"What are you writing, dude?" my co-worker sitting next to me asked.
"Oh, i've setup a diary. I don't care if i'm not a girl, there's nothing wrong with keeping a record of my thoughts." I responded.
"Oh, alright then." he said and then returned to his newspaper.
That Afternoon
I'm driving two outcast culprits that me and a co-worker caught to the Zigg. It's always a bumpy road around here so we just use a normal car so we don't get detected by any of those criminals out there. We just dropped them off by the Zigg and the police took them in.
But then something went wrong. Horribly wrong. I saw one of the policemen cry in pain. He was bleeding.
There was a man.
Standing there, in an orange jumpsuit holding a revolver.
I leaped out of the van and pulled out my revolver. I fired at that prisoner, however missed.
The other policeman shoved the outcasts to the ground and beated down the prisoner with his beat stick. I rushed in and confiscated the revolver while my co-worker went ahead and treated the injured policeman. We took the culprits into the Ziggursky prison including the prisoner.