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    Post  Kalaksuki Thu Jan 08, 2009 3:24 pm

    Date 13th of January.
    "They are coming after me, they are. They are watching me. The village, the village is gone, oh my god. Anybody... Help me. The beast, the beasts with teeth, sharp ones. They broke in, it won't be long until they find me, just help me!"

    (You just find this laying on the ground, by a burnt down house)


    "Date: January 17th
    My friend she's dying, help. Anybody, it's cold, a cold death. Anybody...? Quickly she's feeling cold, hurry! HELP US! She's loosing blood. Please, I'm too weak to write."

    (You find this in a snowy plain, by a crude-made gravestone)


    Date: July 25th
    "It's a sinking ship, no one knows who's responsible.. It's probably one of the Black Roses. We need anyone, there's women and children aboard. We need ships, rescue ships, we won't make it, it has reached my waist. We... Are... Hurry!"

    (This note laying among driftwood, and a small doll seeming from a small girl)

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