Text/Video Journal Entry ☢ October 7th, 2012

[aprettybutterfly]

Rorschach's journal, October 7th, 2012. The skyline is different. This city stinks with the same shame and filth of New York. Canada is only a barren wasteland filled with men in furry hats and maple syrup. Have not tried the maple syrup here yet. Not a fan of baseball, but still arrived on a field, like so many others. The people working there were surprised by my face, and they cringed away from me before sending me to the apartments. There was fear in their eyes.

I passed by a club today, where three fat men in business suits talked while a naked woman danced on their table. There are monsters out at night, they said. I said there are monsters out right now. They should know. They told me about them.

They don't know. Not my job to tell them. It's no longer 1985. They've done something to my journal. There are now buttons inside the cover. I don't like it when people touch my things.

[He presses one of the buttons, and he turns it and faces it, his mask shifting, inkblots moving across a white surface. Nothing can be seen of his face behind the fabric.]

Need to go home. This city can rot; it's already on the path to destruction. They should ask for help, but they won't. I won't give it. If they die because of their own disgusting habits? Good riddance.

[ooc: Here is Rorschach's permission's post, a catch-all for both his new Core ability, and also for the fact that he's very offensive. If you'd take the time to fill it out, I'd appreciate it!]

Comments

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[aprettybutterfly]

[He doesn't like talking, so he gets it to go back to text.]

Optimism is for people who think there is a future.

[doeswhathewants]

And you know there is not one?

[aprettybutterfly]

Nothing left after nuclear war. The clock is close to midnight and we are all left with little time.

[doeswhathewants]

Ah. There is no nuclear war here. Not yet, at least. There might be. Though I think the island would be safe.

[aprettybutterfly]

[That's an interesting idea. He'll have to make a note of it.]

Why this island?

[doeswhathewants]

The Core, for one. The power players here, for two. And the corrupt companies.

[aprettybutterfly]

Perfect set up for war.

[doeswhathewants]

Doesn't it, though?

[aprettybutterfly]

But also Canada. They can't fight.

[doeswhathewants]

Ah, but all of the interesting people are not Canadian.

Besides, the companies are more than capable of attacking or defending. Weird scientific experiments, slave trade, they are quite corrupt and no one to keep them in check aside each other.

[aprettybutterfly]

Government doesn't do anything?

[doeswhathewants]

Owned by the companies, I should think.

[aprettybutterfly]

And the cops?

[doeswhathewants]

Also owned by the company.

[aprettybutterfly]

And the queers own the media. They let people fornicate in public and on the television.

[doeswhathewants]

Uh- what?

[aprettybutterfly]

One of the steps towards destruction. The whores and politicians will ask for help. They will scream it. I will say no.

This place isn't worth saving.

[doeswhathewants]

You- ah.

I think you failed hero-ing 101 a bit. But, everyone loves an anti-hero, yes? What about the innocent children here? You'd leave them to the fate of the corrupt? I did say sex slave trade, right?

[aprettybutterfly]

Children are worth saving. The liberal media gets them early, letting them know that they are the future. They are the future but the future is dim.

Can't save the world. Can just get rid of the scum for as long as possible.

[doeswhathewants]

My, remind me never to visit your universe- ah, what was your name again?

[aprettybutterfly]

Never gave it.

[But he sends it a few minutes later.]

Rorschach.

[doeswhathewants]

LIke the inkblot test?

[aprettybutterfly]

No one is original anymore.

[doeswhathewants]

Your mother must have been into psychiatry. One way or another.

[aprettybutterfly]

She was a filthy whore.