Paradise Gone

Sipping down every last ounce of loneliness.

[paradisegone]

After every last resident of Paradise Arizona is gone, drowned in lead and their own blood, one stands final. Not man nor woman. They have lost all sanctioned hope. The only trust they have is in their weapon and the divine above. They find themselves curled into a corner, clutching onto their divine intervention.

Postal 1997 Dude role-playing account. I respond to asks.

Dni's: paraphiles. pro-ship, overly-sexual roleplay, minors, and minor characters.

Preferences: Other Postal dudes/does, Hatred Notims, serious tone role plays(not required).

[paradisegone]

SUNDAY.

6:30 A.M.

Another missing person in town. I know where they are. How many people can know where something is for it to still be seen as missing?

9:06 A.M.

These "people" are nothing but... animals. Less than animals... Vertibrates. I wonder how they function.

11:03

The Catholic Church near the trailer park was more populated than usual... But they were unusually... bloodthirsty...

10:30 P.M.

My vision is getting blurry... I should shower... much more is still needed... The Earth still hungers...

[paradisegone]

FRIDAY

6:30 A.M.

The sun burns a hole throught the unworthy, the unholy, and the undigested. None of these people are real, are they?

12:34 P.M.

Hungry, all of the food is rotten. At least the flies feast.

5:47 P.M.

The shop, reeking of corporate malpractice and uncomfortable conversations. I want to go home.

[paradisegone]

Their sewing patches onto their jeans, for they kneel often enough that there are holes, and bullets tend to rip right through denim...

"Sh..." they hiss...

They pricked their finger. They continue sewing.