Hi! Welcome to my little side project. This is going to be interesting to try out. I've never seen anyone write a fictional journal before so I am trying to feel it out as I go. I'm currently formatting it so that every journal entry is on a separate chapter post, if you don't like it let me know and I'll start grouping up entries onto the same post.

This is a purely fictional work and is in now way anyone's real journal.


I am Hunter P. Seere. former member of the Iron Fist platoon of the Talkin Republic. I served in the War of Tulips from 2443 CE to 2451 CE. I was raised in the town of Tar and retired there after the war.

If you are reading this is presume that I must be dead. Instructions for identification and burial are below.


Identification: I am an Arrix. I have dark grey fur with natural black highlights. I am about 5ft. 11in.

Instructions: If I am deceased at the time of reading I would like to be buried without a coffin. Bury me in my platoon jacket with my short sword across my chest. Place my mask over the place of burial.

Next of kin: I have no next of kin nor should anyone be notified of my passing.


5/4/2453

10:00am Today I woke up to silence. Usually the small town of Tar is bustling with activity, but today was different. I got out of my bed and walked over to the window. When I looked outside the street in front of my house was empty, but down the street I saw about twenty soldiers and an armored truck in front of a house. I went and got my binoculars and when I looked I saw they were Seather Corp. soldiers and they were clearing houses. Apparently I slept through an invasion. Those damn sleeping pills Doc prescribed me were clearly too strong. I needed to get out of there so I decided to pack my bag. I wasn't sure what I was going to do, but I knew if I got caught it wouldn't be pretty. I had a lot of my stuff from the war in my backpack, but looking at it now it clearly wasn't enough. I just grabbed my equipment backpack, a couple packs of food, my knife, my short sword, and my rifle. I went out the back door. Luckily my house was up against the factory district which in turn was up against the forest. My guess was that the soldiers wouldn't sweep the factory district until much after the residential district. Seeing as I'm writing this right now, the factory district did not have any soldiers in it. Since Tar was such a small town the walk through the district was quite short.

7:36pm My plan was to make it out to the forest and see if I could find an old town that I was told was back there. I was sure no one would follow me back there, but I couldn't be sure.

9:38pm It was getting dark so I found a tree with low branches to sleep under. Since my people are from this forest I probably shouldn't be scared of it, but there's something about this place that's a bit unsettling. I am going to sleep now, hopefully this forest doesn't get too cold at night.