Nation X
Journal Entry
August 15th, 1789: I thought I should start a journal for my day so I can keep track. Anyways, Today went well, me, Jessie and Callum had many sales, or at least the most we could for the things we had. I feel bad for living class A, they have nearly nothing, not even houses for most. At least if I need to tell them something that I can’t let the higher ups hear, I can use the trash so the trash collector can read it. I did hear a rumour that an idea has been expressed to start charging upper classes more for goods and taxes. Could just be a rumour though, I can never be sure.
August 16th, 1789: Today went well. Pretty average day, we’re running out of food to sell because of the shortage and people are getting upset. I think the flu season hit on top of the shortage too, I’ve seen a few sick people around, I hope I dont get it. Something unexpected happened today, a class C came to us and told us they wanted to give money to class A since they didn’t have nearly enough to support themselves. Of course I gave them some money, I felt bad for the old friend I know in class A because I knew he couldn’t afford food.
August 17th, 1789: The paper this morning was speaking a new virus found in the lower classes, I hope class A is doing okay. Oh and speaking of class A, while I was setting up the shop this morning I saw a few class C take my old friend away, he didn’t look upset so I think they want him in the police force? I really wonder what’s going to happen to him. Shorty after that I saw them setting up a quarantine area just outside the jail, this virus is spreading seriously fast, I hope someone doesn’t give it to me while I’m working. Stock was lower than ever today and theres been no word on the shortage from the king. Ugh that king, he really pisses me off, he sits there all day doing nothing but look proper and smug. When’s he going to start paying attention to us and our problems. The high priest and queen on the other hand? They’re great. I bought the high priest food as a piece offering and support for him. I hope that comes back as good karma later on.
August 18th, 1789: Today was absolutely awful, I’m crying while writing this. This morning we had nothing to sell but a few weapons, the weapon sales got shut down pretty fast so I had no income today. In the papers they said that the virus mutated into a deadly plague and that theres a nation on our borders, ready to invade any day. I watched someone drop dead while walking home, I was so scared what was going to happen to the rest of the lower classes. Oh and that old friend got promoted again too, which isn’t a terrible thing, I’m proud of him but now he’s part of the kings guard. I had to beg him for medicine after the high priest said I deserved it. I got home and used the medicine almost immediately since I was feeling terrible. I knew the king would never let us get cures, I knew the future would only be worse for me. You can only imagine how glad I was when a soldier from Nation Y, the nation on the borders, invited me to join their “great nation”. Of course I went with him. I needed a new chance. I packed up everything I had and tried to sneak away, Callum had caught me and decided he was going to come with me, along with a class A which we had no clue was following us. While we were leaving we caught word that one of the class C tried to kill the royals. Now I knew she didn’t like them but I had no clue she would actually try to shoot them, I say “try” because she missed her shot and the bullet went straight through my old friends arm, making the arm nearly useless. After we crossed the border, Nation Y trained us to fight and when the time came, Callum was sent to assassinate the royals. That idiot went after my old friend and managed to kill him. I’ll never forgive him for it. After he stabbed him, the king turned around and stabbed Callum in the heart. He dropped to the ground in front of me. Then there I was, standing, facing the king, sword in our hands. He brought his arm up to slash his sword through me, just as he was about to bring his arm down, I saw a sword go through his chest. Someone had killed the king! They saved my sorry life! Once the king dropped to ground, I looked up from his dead body to see who had done it and I saw a kid holding the sword that had ended the king, a kid killed the kind and saved my life. Before I had enough time to process the late kings death, I turned around and saw the class A stabbing the high priest, but again before I could celebrate the royals death from the class A, the queen had brought her ax through his neck. I was the only one left. All the people I loved had died. I’ve run from the battlefield with a cut over my stomach and only half an arm. I had survived but for what? I regret it all. I cannot take this anymore, I do not plan on living past tonight. This will be my last journal entry.
*there are some photos left behind with some notes scribbled on them*
“Old friend” came to photo bomb me with the money I have haha