0031_log_entry_21 IS UP GUYS!
2358 hours, February 13, 1973.
If anything happens to the Scout, he brought it upon himself.
I did not ask to be followed into the woods. I did not want for him to chase me or to meet up with my old colleagues, but of course that is exactly what happened. I cannot trouble myself about it. It is not my fault, and he cannot be my friend anymore because Herr Gray probably would not like that for obvious reasons. Not that he wants to be my friend, but that is beside the point.
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Now I fully understand that some of you fine folks may not have stumbled across this story before and are thus intrigued but completely confused by everything that I have said up to now. Well if you want to get in on the fun, you can start reading from the beginning! Here’s the rest of the installments in the Of Metal Men series for your perusing pleasure.
Dell’s Letter (4,115 words total)
The Second Letter (677 words total)
E-001_log (32,149 words total)
0031_log (39,206 words and counting)
Dell’s Letters (it’s the first two combined and it’s 4,737 words total)
E-001_log (31,379 words total)
0031_log (38,570 words and counting)
The Second Letter
DYSTOPIA! CHAPTER ONE: THE MASK
Hey there people who follow me! If any of you have been reading my TF2 fanseries Of Metal Men and are looking for other stuff to read, well, I have a new series that has been stewing in my brain for years if you want to check it out called Dystopia!
Edmund Dauger has been kept at Paradise Reformation Center 174 for over a year now under the “care” of Doctor Harriet Huxley. Follow him and the other denizens of Paradise as they try to escape or to prevent escapes, to subvert authority or uphold it, and most of all find answers to questions they wish they hadn’t asked.
Of all the people that could have been lurking in the filing room after hours, it had to be Doctor Harriet Huxley.
Ed held his breath as she prowled past the closet he was hiding in. He only saw a sliver of her through the crack in the door, a slightly denser blackness passing through the dim space, but there was no mistaking her for anyone else. None of the other reformation center personnel had been wearing dark clothes that day, and he thought he caught a blur of silver hair.
The footsteps paused once she was out of sight, and he closed his eyes. ’Keep walking, keep walking, I may never get this chance again…’
The door shut with a quiet thud. Ed waited, his eyes still closed. It wasn’t until he heard the snap of a lock and her footsteps fading from earshot that he eased the closet door open.
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The TF2 fanbase has some truly lovely people in it. Just thought it ought to be said.
If you like regularly updated original stories about mildly dystopian societies and the people who’ve fallen through the system’s cracks, keep your eyes open. I might get something posted this weekend.