《The Diary of a Lunatic》


 First Entry: 18/03/0025

    What am I? I found myself contemplating this question, this morning on the bed. I was born in a cave, inside a mountain village. The village was surrounded by forest from all sides. As far as you can see from the mountain top, you see trees and a little river. Raising livestock and hunting for food, I raised myself to be a wolf. Wolf can find food to eat. I grew up well.


    When I was in my teenage years I knew I was different. I could read and write. I had that ability from my birth it seems. All other were illiterate except village chief, he knew math! But I still hate them. These freaking people killed my family for a ritual when I taught them how to write. Since then I have to come to understand cruelty of this world.


    As for how I found myself contemplating this question. It is complicated. You see I am different. After the incident with my family I ran for my life. When I was breathing my last breath, a kind hearted women found me. But fuck!!! she was a witch. She drugged me with countless of her creations. When she was killed by troops from empire. I was gifted to an alchemist as a slave. That alchemist was a kind person he was a father figure to me. But I had to kill him from my own hands. I am in aguish whenever I think about that incident. But I had to do it. For my freedom. For my fucking freedom, I had to kill someone. Then, I ran again for my life. Now, running from a powerfull empire.


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    Now, I am in a city of opposing empire working as an agent for a noble. You see the noble receives some gifts time to time, but the empire doesn''t know about it. He has to keep it hidden, thatswhere I come in, I work for the noble in receiving this gifts and managing them. It is an dangerous job but it keeps my stomach filled and life going.


    Now comes the main part yesterday night I was in a brothel enjoying the night when a drunken prick drowned me in his vomit. I slapped him in anger. The man got enraged. He called his followers and they beat me up.


    I don''t like this kind of life, I have to do something to get away from this.

 Entry: 2

    Why must they do this?


    Living a peaceful life in the empire, is it that unbearable for them. Why must they exploit the weak? Why must they take bribes? Why must they turn their back to their nation? Nobles. Yes, the same nobles who run the empire. The emperor doesn''t care but the common people do.


    I am a common man in this chaotic world. In this world, human right is a laughable topic. People are still living as animals, strong devouring the weak. Various cults are in existence because of that. But the empire or let''s say the nobles has turned a blind eye to it.


    It is the tragedy for being weak. I am in a foriegn nation working as a criminal, a rat living in sewers. The noble doesn''t care about me as long as money keep coming. There are thousands eyeing my position. I don''t like it here. I am collecting money stained with blood of thousands of innocent lives.


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    Today, I am going to run with money, I have collected for the noble. I am going to another nation, more powerful then current one. I will keep doing whatever I am doing now, collecting money. As I left my house with money in my space ring. A thug sent by noble house saw me. As I am a sheep among wolves, he threatned me and took some money from my pocket. I was laughing inside, these peasant only look at immediate picture they don''t think about long run. I am different I know what I want and am willing to do anything to get it.


    As I am crossing the border I look back to sunny whether. I will miss it, the whether and ladies off course. The noble will miss me dearly. He won''t search for me openly, that is a good.


    Now I am rich and am in a new nation. What should I do? Let''s settle in a village and be a small rich man, away from the eyes of capital. I settled in a village, I don''t want to name it. You who are reading this may alert them, the nobles. The people as poor but nice except few who are, we know what they are, peasants and low-life, exploiting others for their own sake. I wish I could cleanise the world from these kind of people.


    Now, it is late at night I am going to sleep see you next time.