Dear Diary,
Last night, I had the dream again...the same dream that has plagued me each night since I first arrived on Gielinor.
At the start of the dream, I am somewhere else, some familiar place. I cannot see, and I cannot move. I can feel the comforting warmth of fire nearby. I can smell the smoke, heavy in the air. I hear the crackling of the flames. I also hear several voices. At first, they are faint but quickly they become louder. Laughter mixes with the voices. I do not recall anything that is said, but I do know the voices are not human. Neither is the laughter. The sounds are primitive. Ancient. Possibly demonic.
I feel unbridled anger, as well as a distinct sense of betrayal. I can also feel my strength leaving me, along with my accumulated knowledge. It is as though all that I am, my very existence and experience, is somehow being stripped from me. The agony is nearly impossible to tolerate. Only my hate is sustaining me.
Suddenly, someone nearby whispers something to me. The inhuman voices and laughter become deafening. The pain increases. I scream my defiance to the darkness, and I lose consciousness. Is this death?
No, not death. Now I find myself part of a strange new world. There are others here like me, but not like me. My pale white skin sets me apart, but like the others, I am driven to learn, to advance my skills, to become better.
This strange new world called Gielinor may or may not hold the secrets of my past - but perhaps it might be the key to my future. I have grown in power since I first found myself here. However, there are still questions that demand answers.
The ultimate question which must be answered is this:
Who is Kat Stryke?
You and I shall seek the answers together, Diary. That is your purpose.
Your purpose, and mine as well.
Love,
Kat I've been putting out fire with gasoline!
Kat's Diary
Last night, I had the dream again...the same dream that has plagued me each night since I first arrived on Gielinor.
At the start of the dream, I am somewhere else, some familiar place. I cannot see, and I cannot move. I can feel the comforting warmth of fire nearby. I can smell the smoke, heavy in the air. I hear the crackling of the flames. I also hear several voices. At first, they are faint but quickly they become louder. Laughter mixes with the voices. I do not recall anything that is said, but I do know the voices are not human. Neither is the laughter. The sounds are primitive. Ancient. Possibly demonic.
I feel unbridled anger, as well as a distinct sense of betrayal. I can also feel my strength leaving me, along with my accumulated knowledge. It is as though all that I am, my very existence and experience, is somehow being stripped from me. The agony is nearly impossible to tolerate. Only my hate is sustaining me.
Suddenly, someone nearby whispers something to me. The inhuman voices and laughter become deafening. The pain increases. I scream my defiance to the darkness, and I lose consciousness. Is this death?
No, not death. Now I find myself part of a strange new world. There are others here like me, but not like me. My pale white skin sets me apart, but like the others, I am driven to learn, to advance my skills, to become better.
This strange new world called Gielinor may or may not hold the secrets of my past - but perhaps it might be the key to my future. I have grown in power since I first found myself here. However, there are still questions that demand answers.
The ultimate question which must be answered is this:
Who is Kat Stryke?
You and I shall seek the answers together, Diary. That is your purpose.
Your purpose, and mine as well.
Love,
Kat I've been putting out fire with gasoline!
Kat's Diary
08-Jun-2022 04:34:11