It has been a while since I have been able to make a voice record, the times have been difficult trying to survive in these advanced barbaric times. I do wish to go into detail about what has been going on but for now I will focus on the present, before the current memory fades from my mind.
I am currently located in a demolished bunker around 500 miles from my last transmission. My attire has been through the ringer and I have had to discard all that I had before sadly. I still retain bits and pieces of previous ensembles but they are beyond repair at this time, maybe one day I will be able to revive them to their former usefulness.
Currently I have fashioned a rather odd looking outfit but it works well enough to cover my form. A rather interesting corseted body suit with various straps and bindings to hold it in place, a long duster flowing from my waist and down to help a bit with the sand storms, though it does not help much. I guess something is better than nothing. I was able though to find some sheer meshing that I pieced together under my attire to help a bit more with the sand when it whips around and stings my skin. Thankfully I have found another pair of boots to complete the outfit, I think without those I would be lost, or at least be one foot less in my journeys. That is all for now, I will make another report soon.
End Voice Record for April 24th, 2517.
J. out.
Complete Oufit: Top, Shorts, Jacket, Leg Bands, Boots
Skin: 050° - Drama
Hair: T3 Persephone-HoneyBrown
Eyes: Liquid Green Eyes
Brows: Highland Lass Brows 2