Voice Record January 19, 2517....

Apocalypse has occurred... It was beyond any words that I can think of. This world that was once lush and green has fallen away to a barren waste land where only few dwell. Most have fled to other worlds while a few of us have chosen to stay behind. Why? I do not know but it did not feel right abandoning the world that I have known since birth. Perhaps one day I will have a more logical answer but for now I do not.

The world is now survival of the fittest and even something as simple as the clothing on your back comes at a price. I have managed to find tattered remains of leathers and fitted together at least something to cover my body for now. It isn’t much.

I think the coat I am wearing was once a young mans duster but I cut off the excess and used a few leather straps and metal rivets to make it fit me. My pants were beyond repair from the thighs down, so they have been cut off to shorts. To even have a top I have to fashion what I guess I would call a corset in some loose term with the pieces I had cut off from my coat, using some leather straps, rivets and even some metal plates, I was able to manage keeping it in place. Thankfully my boots are holding up. For now at least.

I hope I will be able to find more to create back up clothing with but for now this will do. Enough jabbering on my end, time to find the rest of the necessities I will need to survive.

End voice record for January 19, 2517.

J. out.



Complete Oufit: Top, Shorts, Jacket, Leg Bands, Boots

Hair: Wound Rain
Eyes: Shimmer Garnet
Skin: Dark Lolita 040