by Yolan » Thu Jul 25, 2013 10:34 am
Diary of Yolan, Founder of Brodgar
New Brodgar is not so insanely dangerous as the old, but the sense of security we had when we settled this land has long departed with the deaths of Satan, Cash, Master Chop-Chop, and now the fighter B3. Half of the homes in town look abandoned, and industrious villagers have hunkered down behind their new brick walls, coming out for trade and foraging.
I was putting my own brick wall up two days ago when he appeared. Standing. Naked. Watching. As always I took precautions and had a barricade up to prevent anybody interfering with my work. This appeared to confuse him, as he initially tried to interfere but could not get past. Nevertheless I could feel his eyes upon my back. 'M8'. He said, in some strange tongue. 'Yolan m8!'. He even knew my name. But then that is not unusual. I kept working on my wall.
'How pissed would you be if riight when your wall was nearly finished, somebody came and took it from you?'
I worked harder and refused to answer. Was it the hot sun causing me to sweat? All the while he stood there, watching. As I hauled and piled bricks he would occasionally comment.
'M8! You sure work fast.'
'What you got down that minehole there?'
At one point he discovered a gap in my barricade, and snuck inside my compound, refusing to leave. He just stood and watched me work.
He then dropped a skull at my feet.
But he never seemed to want anything. Eventually I finished the wall. Oddly enough, the stranger promptly agreed to vacate my plot so long as he could take his skull back with him.
For a short while he disappeared after that. But today he is back. He is watching me right now while I write this. 'M8! Yolan!' He cries in his thick accent. 'I like this town. It's a cool idea. That's why I haven't killed you yet.' He said.
Last edited by Yolan on Thu Jul 25, 2013 2:36 pm, edited 1 time in total.