Post by Pally on Mar 5, 2018 19:12:32 GMT
First of all I have to say I'm sorry. Sorry if this wasn't the right way to do things. I was young and scared, and probably a little stupid if I want to really be honest. But I had no real guide, no one to really show me or prepare me for what was to come. That's why I wished I could of came to you from the start, but fear kept me away. I'll tell you more about that later. For now, I'm going to start at the beginning and since you have been here before I'll try and not bore you. I'd hate to do that because I want you to be interested in me. I need it. So let's begin...
I was sent here as a sort of punishment and as a kindness. I guess It was kind of them. Kinder than the fate they gave my father. Again, I'll tell you more about that later. I was taken to your Mayor and at first he would not accept me because I was young, I had not yet reached what you would call young adult age. I managed to convince him I could handle all he asked of me so he brought me to the little camp he places all newcomers.
It wasn't much to look at. He said the last person to use it took almost everything with them and he had to find what he could to replace the lost items. It was dirty and dusty and the air smelled of rubbish and old sweat. Somehow I'd have to make this my home.
I was angry at first. I couldn't believe after the life I had been living that now I had to crawl around in dirt and trash. But then I thought of you. You did all this once before. You were just as alone as I was in the beginning but you made it work. I took courage in that.
The Mayor had said I must collect stuff and trade or sell it until I had 30,000 simoleons. I wasn't sure what those were at first. We didn't have the need for money where I lived before. He said I could find rocks and plants around my camp. I found a few plants the first day. They were kind of plain compared to the ones back home.
I also met a few people while out wandering. I saw a tall grey man in a hat watching me. I talked to him for a little, carefully choosing my words. He welcomed me to Murkland and told me if I ever was alone and felt like someone was watching me to let him know. I later found out he was hunting the Watchers.
I met some of my neighbors, the Freegans and Vardos. One of them was your oldest daughter. I could tell right away. she had your same warm smile. I was happy she lived close by. It made me feel closer to you in some way.
Later that evening I went to the place they called the gym, or what was left of it anyway. I saw one of the plants the colonizers had placed here so long ago. It still had it's strange glow, showing it was alive and waiting. I knew some of the Alien plot to take over this world, but only the little my father had told me.
I had heard that there was a trash plant here. The Mayor told me I had to eat one fruit a day to prove I could become one of the Murklanders. It was also where most of the daily water intake came from. Something in them helps us to live off very little water. I can't say I liked it, but I didn't hate it.
I was surprised to find people here so late at night but there were many wandering around in their murkiness trying to pass the time. I was studying a book the Mayor gave me when I met a young woman who had strange paint on her face. She was a little mean at first, but I liked watching her talk. Her mouth reminded me of yours. Later I found out she was one of your children. We talked a little more before I went back to my camp.
After a restless night sleep, I woke feeling a little more positive about my new life here in Murkland. Even the stale cereal from the cooler didn't seem that bad.
Later that afternoon though, after I had been collecting things all day, I was covered in a dusty sweaty murkiness and feeling a little less optimistic. I could understand better how this place got it's name.
Before I returned to my camp, I met a young woman whom I learned was the Mayor's daughter. I was so embarrassed by my smell and the green fog surrounding me. But she talked happily to me and acted like she didn't even notice.
That picked up my spirits a bit and, once back at my camp, I happily ate a meal followed by a trash fruit. I still to this day do not see how people here can eat these all the time. I only do so because I know they help us survive.
I managed to get to trash piles going by my second day here. The smell of rotten little piles of who knows what were not really much to brag about, but I was proud of them none the less.
Early the next morning I was happily looking through the garbage for something good to eat. No doubt you have done this yourself many times. So you know of the good things people can leave in there. The talk of food has me thinking perhaps this would be a good time to take a little break and grab a snack. We can pick back up when you return.