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Everyday working 12 hours a day 7 days a week, no slacking. The labor is difficult, vigorous and tedious. The USSR has a low life expectancy to no surprise. The work in the fields has bent me to the point of having back problems. This ain't not a land of the free. Every second we are watched by the intimidating guards, privacy isn't a thing here yet we were promised so much more when we arrived. All of us did. I work to the bone with a ball and chain tied to my bruised leg. I'm always hungry, the USSR has a plentiful amount of food, but they give it sparingly like if we were some sort of slaves. If I were to die, here would be the place. The thought police are everywhere and there is no free space. Not even in your mind. They will find you and torture you until you are all but flesh and bone. You aren't in control of your own body here and there is nothing anybody here can do about it. However, people tried escaping but most of them failed and sent to the Gulag.I've personally never been there myself but, I've only heard the echoes of pain and screaming which makes me shook every time I recall them. We sleep at 12 pm only to get ready for the early wake up at 5 am for the endless cycle of torture. We sleep on the floor in our century-old apartments because it's easy to keep us under surveillance. I only dream of a better life.
The darkness approaches at night, in my dreams. They start haunting me with vicious images and nightmares about the inevitable. They keep swarming me like sea locusts but, they weren't of locusts of any kind I have seen before. They had razor-sharp knives, every one of them. I saw their silhouettes scuttle around me and their aura following me like a ferocious beast. The sound of thunder and lightning fill the surroundings. Not one, maybe hundreds or even thousands. The eyes of these ravenous creatures were black just the darkest areas of the abyss. Who knows what their ill intent was.
Morning cracks. The light rays of sunlight flicker in my eyes through the cracks in the stone of my apartment. A chilling breeze rushes after. I woke up, panting. My roommate heard me.
"Did you sense it too?", I ask Rabid. He gasped "Y...y-yes."
"We have to do something" I composed. "like what" Rabid questioned.
"We must escape to a safer place." Rabid asked, "where to? We've been around most of Essalonia looking for work, shelter, and safety. So far, none of them has satisfied what we want."
"The darkness is coming. We gotta' sharpen our skills for the worst to come. Maybe we shall return to this place one day but, for now, we must decide if we want to escape for the sake of our future because right now, it ain't looking too bright."
Rabid exclaims "I will definitely leave or die trying. The darkness scares me. But where will we go?"
I gulp and anxiously said, "We must either join them or stay here to be eaten."
Rabid exasperated and said "That's a bold move. But, what about the rest? We can't just leave them in this hell hole."
I told him: "Inform the rest of the gang if they don't want to join us for a better future then let them stay. Otherwise, its survival of the fittest. We must move or die."
Rabid says hastily "Okay, I'll try contacting everyone we know. Will we change as people if we join "them"?"
"Hopefully not. However, are you scared of dying?"
Rabid stayed silent and hurried along to inform the rest of the great escape.
I must write a letter at once to let them know that we're coming and I'll send it by a raven.
Letter to desolation
To desolation,
I hope you accept my request to join your faction. I have been secretly spying on your faction all this time to see what you've guys have been up to. But I fear the worst has come. The storm is rising in the distance and we have a couple of pals who would like to also join. We will swear to your oaths and worship your old and new Gods.
All we want is a safe place. We are dedicated and will do what you tell us to, however, it cannot have the same conditions as the USSR otherwise we will just poise your faction. We want a decent area of your land so we can build our desires and expand your great faction. We shall bring new members so, we can train them up and one day they will be as good as some of your best PVPers fantastic builders. We have no ill intent in joining, however, there are a few implications we demand from you. Firstly, we shall all be decently high ranking members in your faction due to the abuse we've had in the USSR. Secondly, the land we receive has to be the size of our liking and thirdly, we are also allowed to give suggestions and ideas and the future of your faction.
I hope the result of us joining from the gulag gang at the USSR will create a better future for all of us also, the training from being with you guys will make us better skilled and ready for anything to come.
I hope you are willing to accept us as people and let us join your skilled crew. Hopefully, the darkness awaits for us.
-JDgoldvox
The darkness approaches at night, in my dreams. They start haunting me with vicious images and nightmares about the inevitable. They keep swarming me like sea locusts but, they weren't of locusts of any kind I have seen before. They had razor-sharp knives, every one of them. I saw their silhouettes scuttle around me and their aura following me like a ferocious beast. The sound of thunder and lightning fill the surroundings. Not one, maybe hundreds or even thousands. The eyes of these ravenous creatures were black just the darkest areas of the abyss. Who knows what their ill intent was.
Morning cracks. The light rays of sunlight flicker in my eyes through the cracks in the stone of my apartment. A chilling breeze rushes after. I woke up, panting. My roommate heard me.
"Did you sense it too?", I ask Rabid. He gasped "Y...y-yes."
"We have to do something" I composed. "like what" Rabid questioned.
"We must escape to a safer place." Rabid asked, "where to? We've been around most of Essalonia looking for work, shelter, and safety. So far, none of them has satisfied what we want."
"The darkness is coming. We gotta' sharpen our skills for the worst to come. Maybe we shall return to this place one day but, for now, we must decide if we want to escape for the sake of our future because right now, it ain't looking too bright."
Rabid exclaims "I will definitely leave or die trying. The darkness scares me. But where will we go?"
I gulp and anxiously said, "We must either join them or stay here to be eaten."
Rabid exasperated and said "That's a bold move. But, what about the rest? We can't just leave them in this hell hole."
I told him: "Inform the rest of the gang if they don't want to join us for a better future then let them stay. Otherwise, its survival of the fittest. We must move or die."
Rabid says hastily "Okay, I'll try contacting everyone we know. Will we change as people if we join "them"?"
"Hopefully not. However, are you scared of dying?"
Rabid stayed silent and hurried along to inform the rest of the great escape.
I must write a letter at once to let them know that we're coming and I'll send it by a raven.
Letter to desolation
To desolation,
I hope you accept my request to join your faction. I have been secretly spying on your faction all this time to see what you've guys have been up to. But I fear the worst has come. The storm is rising in the distance and we have a couple of pals who would like to also join. We will swear to your oaths and worship your old and new Gods.
All we want is a safe place. We are dedicated and will do what you tell us to, however, it cannot have the same conditions as the USSR otherwise we will just poise your faction. We want a decent area of your land so we can build our desires and expand your great faction. We shall bring new members so, we can train them up and one day they will be as good as some of your best PVPers fantastic builders. We have no ill intent in joining, however, there are a few implications we demand from you. Firstly, we shall all be decently high ranking members in your faction due to the abuse we've had in the USSR. Secondly, the land we receive has to be the size of our liking and thirdly, we are also allowed to give suggestions and ideas and the future of your faction.
I hope the result of us joining from the gulag gang at the USSR will create a better future for all of us also, the training from being with you guys will make us better skilled and ready for anything to come.
I hope you are willing to accept us as people and let us join your skilled crew. Hopefully, the darkness awaits for us.
-JDgoldvox
