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Imperial –
Rorschach's journal date '17 November 1862, been almost a year since, I came to this past world. Found myself transported into the past by Manhattan. Found myself in the city of San Francisco. The Civil War has been going on for a year now. Much blood will be spilled before it's over in four years if history doesn't change. Already change things here. The people here are use to seeing death on their doorsteps and people being gunned down in the streets. Death being apart of their normal lives, where a cut can lead to an early grave. People here have to be use to death and crime. Work as a grave digger, with the war and how easy it is for people to die. It wasn't hard to find work.
Read about the gold rush in school and remember some things about this city. This is the time that this city would transform into a major city thanks to the gold rush. And with it the violence of city life. Made myself known quickly. Stories of a mask man with a black and white mask that changes patterns, is well known now. Putting the terror in the hearts of those who prey on the weak. Save blacks from Southern supporters, and stop attacks on Chinatown. They would find my calling card when they found my work. People claim to shot me till they ran out of bullets. And I just wouldn't die. The body armor that Nite-Owl gave me stop the bullets from this time easily. A last gift along with a replacement of my old grappling hook. Thought that it would come in handy before we try to stop Ozymandias.
But, I'm not the only one that is well known in this city. Read about him but it's nothing like meeting with the real thing. Joshua Abraham Norton, the self proclaimed Imperial Majesty Emperor Norton the 1st. (1) Listen to his speeches and was amazed in what he had to say. I can see why so many in this city celebrate his regal presence. Talk about how there should be equal rights for people of different color and race. A lot of what he says makes sense. He's just a man ahead of his time with his way of thinking.
Met him with my real face.
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A man came bursting out of an alleyway firing his six shooter backwards till he had fired every round. He was limping as his knee was shattered thanks to a club swing. His companion wasn't as lucky as his head was smash open. It gave him the time to limp his way out of the alleyway and away from him. He had heard stories about him, but he only thought they were just that. He and his friend were mugging a Chinaman when the mask man attack. He took him down first as he was the one armed with a gun making him drop his weapon. And his friend who was beating the Chinaman got his head smash in.
"Why Won't you die!" he shouted as the mask man came out of the shadows.
The mask man said nothing as he brought the club down again smashing his remaining kneecap. He was about to finish him off with a head blow when a voice spoke up from the crowd of onlookers.
"Hold your weapon mask man," Emperor Norton spoke as he walk up towards the scene. "You don't kill my people under my rule."
"He and his friend found it fun to beat a man while he was held by gunpoint," the mask man said.
"Is this true?" Norton ask the man on the ground.
"Yes just keep him away from me!" the man pleaded.
"Let he and his friend be seated before a judge. That's what they're here for. I wouldn't allow them to serve otherwise," Norton said.
The mask man stared at Norton. "One is already dead," then he step back into the alley.
"Tell me mask man why do you haunt my city?" Norton ask.
"Someone has to be the one who reminds those who make the world worse. There's worse things in the dark then them," the mask man said.
"And what do we address you as?" Norton ask.
"Rorschach," he said before disappearing into the darkness.
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Author's Notes -
1 - He was a real person. Reality is stranger than fiction.
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