Reposted due to placement in the wrong forum. The following is obtained from journals pieced together recovered from various locations in Torn City. These are straight from the source, there are no edits or adaptations located within here.
August 3, 2011 Today I arrived in the city, rumored to have sprung up from the remains of another. Crime runs rampant everywhere. There appears to be no law structure out here, though there are jails and prisons. If there was a law structure, consider it gone. That or the government had forgotten about this place or refuses to acknowledge it at all.
Oddly enough, I'd never heard of Torn city until I'd arrived, and to be honest I was forced here. I wasn't much of anything anywhere else and was practically homeless, and in a lawless land, I believe I can make something of myself. I think I'll stay.
I had seen a man get robbed in the street today. It appears this is a dog eat dog place, which is understandable. I have to find a place to stay, lest I should end up like the guy I had seen before. I have about $40 to my name, so it's not like I'd lose anything, but the sound of being stabbed doesn't seem too appealing.
I found a shack. It's late and I'm safe, but hungry. I'll find something to eat in the morning. The sound of gunfire fills my ears. One day it will be music. I'll continue writing my journal later, I need to sleep.
The following is recovered from journals pieced together recovered from various locations in Torn City. These are straight from the source, there are no edits or adaptations located within here.
August 3, 2011
Today I arrived in the city, rumored to have sprung up from the remains of another. Crime runs rampant everywhere. There appears to be no law structure out here, though there are jails and prisons. If there was a law structure, consider it gone. That or the government had forgotten about this place or refuses to acknowledge it at all.
Oddly enough, I'd never heard of Torn city until I'd arrived, and to be honest I was forced here. I wasn't much of anything anywhere else and was practically homeless, and in a lawless land, I believe I can make something of myself. I think I'll stay.
I had seen a man get robbed in the street today. It appears this is a dog eat dog place, which is understandable. I have to find a place to stay, lest I should end up like the guy I had seen before. I have about $40 to my name, so it's not like I'd lose anything, but the sound of being stabbed doesn't seem to appealing.
I found a shack. It's late and I'm safe, but hungry. I'll find something to eat in the morning. The sound of gunfire fills my ears. One day it will be music. I'll continue writing my journal later, I need to sleep.
Reposted due to placement in the wrong forum. The following is obtained from journals pieced together recovered from various locations in Torn City. These are straight from the source, there are no edits or adaptations located within here.
August 3, 2011 Today I arrived in the city, rumored to have sprung up from the remains of another. Crime runs rampant everywhere. There appears to be no law structure out here, though there are jails and prisons. If there was a law structure, consider it gone. That or the government had forgotten about this place or refuses to acknowledge it at all.
Oddly enough, I'd never heard of Torn city until I'd arrived, and to be honest I was forced here. I wasn't much of anything anywhere else and was practically homeless, and in a lawless land, I believe I can make something of myself. I think I'll stay.
I had seen a man get robbed in the street today. It appears this is a dog eat dog place, which is understandable. I have to find a place to stay, lest I should end up like the guy I had seen before. I have about $40 to my name, so it's not like I'd lose anything, but the sound of being stabbed doesn't seem too appealing.
I found a shack. It's late and I'm safe, but hungry. I'll find something to eat in the morning. The sound of gunfire fills my ears. One day it will be music. I'll continue writing my journal later, I need to sleep.
The following is recovered from journals pieced together recovered from various locations in Torn City. These are straight from the source, there are no edits or adaptations located within here.
August 3, 2011
Today I arrived in the city, rumored to have sprung up from the remains of another. Crime runs rampant everywhere. There appears to be no law structure out here, though there are jails and prisons. If there was a law structure, consider it gone. That or the government had forgotten about this place or refuses to acknowledge it at all.
Oddly enough, I'd never heard of Torn city until I'd arrived, and to be honest I was forced here. I wasn't much of anything anywhere else and was practically homeless, and in a lawless land, I believe I can make something of myself. I think I'll stay.
I had seen a man get robbed in the street today. It appears this is a dog eat dog place, which is understandable. I have to find a place to stay, lest I should end up like the guy I had seen before. I have about $40 to my name, so it's not like I'd lose anything, but the sound of being stabbed doesn't seem to appealing.
I found a shack. It's late and I'm safe, but hungry. I'll find something to eat in the morning. The sound of gunfire fills my ears. One day it will be music. I'll continue writing my journal later, I need to sleep.