Anastasia's Diary

[DaMaGe]

This is realy good. Keep it up.

[Botch]

Day 34:

It has taken a while for me to get over the trauma but I feel I can write about it now. A lot has happened in the space I haven’t written but that all must be put on hold while my memories are still fresh and my anger boiling hot. Yesterday was just another day spent gathering firewood and I was heading into my house to go to sleep after a long day’s work when I saw the door ajar. Thinking it was one of the men from Dolgepol, I opened the door and went inside without hesitation. Instead, standing there was the most feral being I could imagine, some sort of cross between man and beast, wearing a bear skin cloak and furs. It was rummaging through my cabinets when I gasped and it turned around. The thing had covered its face in some sort of poor mockery of glasses, attempting to mimic civility. All down its front spilled a rank mixture of sweat, meat juice and what looked like blueberries he had stolen from my pantry. Upon catching the scent of this creature I reeled in revolt, but forced myself to refrain from retching to ask why he was in my house. Like a crow or mockingbird he simply tilted his head and repeated what I said back at me in a guttural, rough voice. After what seemed like forever my legs could move again, and as I tried to run out he made it through the door first with unnatural swiftness, and blocked my passage. At this point I was so afraid, so in terror at the full realization of my vulnerability that I attempted again to explain that this was my house, and ask whether he had some business with me. My foolish naivety ended here however when he swung his ham-like fist at me, raving while frothing at the mouth about how I was blocking his way. Regardless of the fact that I was on my property, my screams for help echoed only back from the empty wood. It seemed as if he were a schoolyard bully, while he was kicking me in the side, asking me to move out of the way. There I lay bleeding on the ground, and only at this point did his position of power over me seem to reveal itself to him. As he pressed himself against me I caught the full aroma of his filth, and I only recall with wry appreciation that my nettle clothing caused him discomfort as he ripped my new clothes off of me. The most pain I felt as he entered me was neither the physical pain from his diminutive stature (for that was less than what I had expected by far) nor the surely broken ribs from his kicks, but the mental pain of being violated by this thing. This creature that, while holding a firm grasp about my neck with one hand and pinning my arms with his other penetrated me. This beast that mocked me while I could do nothing by telling me to use my hearth magic when he clearly help my throat in his hands. This thing which continuously asked me which country I was from, and who I was with while ravaging my womanhood… My answer that I was from here and that I had no memory only seemed to further infuriate it, and cause it to thrust harder. I soon came to the realization that only the strong matter in this world, and that if I wanted something it would be so simple as to take it. This monstrosity of a hybrid between man and ... possibly bear? … had proven to me that there are no consequences nor rules in this wilderness. If there is no justice to be done here, then I must do it myself. As he flung my limp body aside because he was spent after only a few minutes, he left me for dead bleeding on the ground and he walked away as if nothing had happened. I crawled to the village and told them what happened, leaving out some of the more disturbing details, but they too could do nothing. It seems like I should be more proactive about my desires in the future, but for now I escape with my life and a new perspective. If there is no death, if each and every person (including creatures of unknown origin) may reincarnate with memories intact, then why do we persist in this world? I hope to answer this and recall the other discoveries I made up to this event later, but for now I am too melancholic and shaken to want to remember more.

[Garlicman]

Oh, this is tragic.

[Norenche]

Day 34-Russians!

(that or an anti-russian attack )

[parapheen]

That's why people live in villages in real life, actually. People are never safe being alone in the wilderness. Just check that Wild West thing, for example.

[Lordofdragonss]

This part was amazing... And I ma sorry for this what happened...

[toshirohayate]

D: that sucks!

[Forgotton]

Can someone help me, I can't find "Penetrate Foe" in my combat or adventure tab...

[Wolfang]

You can only do that to girls. Stop trying it on guys.

[parapheen]

You can only do that to girls. Stop trying it on guys.

Technically you can do it on guys too.