Post by United Democracy of Scientists on Mar 1, 2014 8:00:02 GMT
After a series of skirmishes on the border region of Kujang and Dai-Kujang between the Kujangese government and the resistance group known as The Hearts of Kujang (HOK), this journal was found in the remains of an HOK encampment by Dai-Kujangese spies. The site was reported to be filled with the bodies of rebel guerillas, all showing stages of decomposition indicative of being dead for months. The journal was retrieved and sent back to Dai-Kujang for examination. It was discovered on a makeshift table in front of a dead HOK soldier. The cause of death was determined to be a single gunshot to the back of the head. The contents of the journal are hereby displayed.
Entry 1 – 5/8/13
My name is Salo Kudan Jin. Twenty three years old. I’m a Haichichei native, born and raised. Growing up, I had always been taught to never question the “Glorious Democratic Republic” that I was a citizen of. School was more of an indoctrination center than a place of learning. Famines were rife throughout the country, and anyone who dared to speak out was never seen again. Perhaps it was fear, or complacency, or maybe a small bit of faith in the GDR’s regime, but whatever my motivation was, I never joined those who spoke out. Still, that nagging doubt never left my head; it never let me love Dangjai.
I ran away from home one night during my teenage years. Over the course of my journey to manhood, the atrocities committed on my people became more apparent to my increasingly less innocent eyes. The public executions, death camps, secret police force… I wanted to kill them all. I wanted to kill every bastard who tortured, beat, raped, starved, and killed their way to the top, just so that they could keep chattering on about our superior national ideology to the Dai-Kujangese pigs.
I must have hid out for the better part of five years. Usually I’d break into the homes of those more well off and steal what I needed to survive. After a while, it became second nature on how to avoid the authorities, who would surely arrest me on the spot to send me to one of their labor camps, assuming that I was lucky enough to not just get shot, of course.
Eventually rumors started to spread of rising tensions between the GDR and the SLU. What made me interested in this was that the people were the ones whispering about it. The national news networks were never to be trusted, but here even people who were secretly not advocates of the GDR were speaking of it. It was true.
Looking around in the more isolated parts of the country, I finally met up with a guy named Sjo Revun Maka. He was leading some rebel group called “The Hearts of Kujang.” He took me in as a member of his team, and taught me how to use a gun. That was a big deal to me, the fact that we actually had guns. No one but the police had guns in Kujang. Sjo told me that there were powerful people out there who were funding our operations. Later, I found out that two SLU nations were responsible: The United Democracy of Scientists, and Libera Espero. I thought this was well and good; at least the SLU knew a thing or two about treating their populations like people.
So with that knowledge, I stand now as the effective second in command of the Hearts of Kujang. We’re planning an attack on an armed GDR military convoy in a week. It will be one of our boldest moves yet. Whatever happens, I’m just happy to know that I will be harming our oppressors.
Entry 2 – 13/8/13
The attack happened yesterday. It was met with overwhelming success. We ambushed the convoy in the middle of a forest. They had no chance. Within the first ten seconds of contact, almost every soldier was dead. When the thunder of the gunfight came to an end, only one was left alive. He had his weapon on the ground and his hands on his head. In that moment, I saw this lone soldier as the embodiment of all that I hated. They kill innocent people without flinching, but now they want mercy for themselves?
As the bullet flew from my pistol, I saw something. I saw a flicker of humanity in his eyes. He was not Dangjai, I realized. He was a slave. He was a poor soul, forced to hurt others by these machine men, with machine minds, and machine hearts. He was me before I ran away. He was my parents. He was everyone who had been on the gallows, or the whipping post, or stared down by a firing squad in my childhood. I watched in horror as his brains were launched out the exit wound.
Everyone else was cheering. I was silent as we collected the convoy’s supplies and headed back to camp.
I was that soldier.
Entry 3 – 9/9/13
They found out who I was. I don’t know how. They tracked down my parents and executed them on live national television.
Why wasn't I there to save them?
Why can’t Dai-Kujang or somebody just nuke us? We deserve it.
Entry 4 – 15/10/13
The SLU abandoned us. Libera Espero was the first to go, followed by the UDS a couple of weeks later. Cowards. They care more about their damn bureaucratic problems than they do about helping my people. We’re already getting low on supplies, and the news has lowered our morale. Is Kujang ever to be free?
Entry 5 – 27/10/13
Sjo left today. Just walked out from the camp without a word when we weren't looking. He won’t make it far. We’re public enemy number one across the entire GDR. None of us will ever live normal lives again. I’m second in command, so I guess that makes me the new leader. I’m going to be remembered as the leader of a failed revolution.
On top of that, we’re slowly being picked off. We have to do more and more raids in order to keep ourselves fed, armed and supplied without SLU aid. Each time we've had to do a run, more and more casualties have shown up on our side.
Entry 6 – 2/11/13
I talked with the remaining members of the HOK today. We decided that our best course of action would be to try and either sneak or fight our way across the border into Dai-Kujang. We should be given safe refuge there, if we can make it. We’ll be leaving at dawn tomorrow.
Entry 7 – 8/11/13
This will hopefully be my last entry before we get to the border. We’ve set up a camp and are going to be making the final trek to Dai-Kujang tomorrow. At this point, all I want is peace. I want to be able to live without being afraid of death. I want to sleep in a warm bed. I want to stop thinking about my parents, and Sjo, and that GDR soldier. Maybe I could get that in Dai-Kujang. I’ll certainly be a high value asset to be protected.
I don’t know what’s going to happen with Kujang. Things have cooled down a lot since that day that I joined this rebellion so many weeks ago. Still, I at least know that things are not over. Those people at the top are petty, and aren’t going to forgive the SLU for their defiance. One of the last pieces of info we managed to steal from the GDR military was that they’re planning something big w
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Entry 1 – 5/8/13
My name is Salo Kudan Jin. Twenty three years old. I’m a Haichichei native, born and raised. Growing up, I had always been taught to never question the “Glorious Democratic Republic” that I was a citizen of. School was more of an indoctrination center than a place of learning. Famines were rife throughout the country, and anyone who dared to speak out was never seen again. Perhaps it was fear, or complacency, or maybe a small bit of faith in the GDR’s regime, but whatever my motivation was, I never joined those who spoke out. Still, that nagging doubt never left my head; it never let me love Dangjai.
I ran away from home one night during my teenage years. Over the course of my journey to manhood, the atrocities committed on my people became more apparent to my increasingly less innocent eyes. The public executions, death camps, secret police force… I wanted to kill them all. I wanted to kill every bastard who tortured, beat, raped, starved, and killed their way to the top, just so that they could keep chattering on about our superior national ideology to the Dai-Kujangese pigs.
I must have hid out for the better part of five years. Usually I’d break into the homes of those more well off and steal what I needed to survive. After a while, it became second nature on how to avoid the authorities, who would surely arrest me on the spot to send me to one of their labor camps, assuming that I was lucky enough to not just get shot, of course.
Eventually rumors started to spread of rising tensions between the GDR and the SLU. What made me interested in this was that the people were the ones whispering about it. The national news networks were never to be trusted, but here even people who were secretly not advocates of the GDR were speaking of it. It was true.
Looking around in the more isolated parts of the country, I finally met up with a guy named Sjo Revun Maka. He was leading some rebel group called “The Hearts of Kujang.” He took me in as a member of his team, and taught me how to use a gun. That was a big deal to me, the fact that we actually had guns. No one but the police had guns in Kujang. Sjo told me that there were powerful people out there who were funding our operations. Later, I found out that two SLU nations were responsible: The United Democracy of Scientists, and Libera Espero. I thought this was well and good; at least the SLU knew a thing or two about treating their populations like people.
So with that knowledge, I stand now as the effective second in command of the Hearts of Kujang. We’re planning an attack on an armed GDR military convoy in a week. It will be one of our boldest moves yet. Whatever happens, I’m just happy to know that I will be harming our oppressors.
Entry 2 – 13/8/13
The attack happened yesterday. It was met with overwhelming success. We ambushed the convoy in the middle of a forest. They had no chance. Within the first ten seconds of contact, almost every soldier was dead. When the thunder of the gunfight came to an end, only one was left alive. He had his weapon on the ground and his hands on his head. In that moment, I saw this lone soldier as the embodiment of all that I hated. They kill innocent people without flinching, but now they want mercy for themselves?
As the bullet flew from my pistol, I saw something. I saw a flicker of humanity in his eyes. He was not Dangjai, I realized. He was a slave. He was a poor soul, forced to hurt others by these machine men, with machine minds, and machine hearts. He was me before I ran away. He was my parents. He was everyone who had been on the gallows, or the whipping post, or stared down by a firing squad in my childhood. I watched in horror as his brains were launched out the exit wound.
Everyone else was cheering. I was silent as we collected the convoy’s supplies and headed back to camp.
I was that soldier.
Entry 3 – 9/9/13
They found out who I was. I don’t know how. They tracked down my parents and executed them on live national television.
Why wasn't I there to save them?
Why can’t Dai-Kujang or somebody just nuke us? We deserve it.
Entry 4 – 15/10/13
The SLU abandoned us. Libera Espero was the first to go, followed by the UDS a couple of weeks later. Cowards. They care more about their damn bureaucratic problems than they do about helping my people. We’re already getting low on supplies, and the news has lowered our morale. Is Kujang ever to be free?
Entry 5 – 27/10/13
Sjo left today. Just walked out from the camp without a word when we weren't looking. He won’t make it far. We’re public enemy number one across the entire GDR. None of us will ever live normal lives again. I’m second in command, so I guess that makes me the new leader. I’m going to be remembered as the leader of a failed revolution.
On top of that, we’re slowly being picked off. We have to do more and more raids in order to keep ourselves fed, armed and supplied without SLU aid. Each time we've had to do a run, more and more casualties have shown up on our side.
Entry 6 – 2/11/13
I talked with the remaining members of the HOK today. We decided that our best course of action would be to try and either sneak or fight our way across the border into Dai-Kujang. We should be given safe refuge there, if we can make it. We’ll be leaving at dawn tomorrow.
Entry 7 – 8/11/13
This will hopefully be my last entry before we get to the border. We’ve set up a camp and are going to be making the final trek to Dai-Kujang tomorrow. At this point, all I want is peace. I want to be able to live without being afraid of death. I want to sleep in a warm bed. I want to stop thinking about my parents, and Sjo, and that GDR soldier. Maybe I could get that in Dai-Kujang. I’ll certainly be a high value asset to be protected.
I don’t know what’s going to happen with Kujang. Things have cooled down a lot since that day that I joined this rebellion so many weeks ago. Still, I at least know that things are not over. Those people at the top are petty, and aren’t going to forgive the SLU for their defiance. One of the last pieces of info we managed to steal from the GDR military was that they’re planning something big w
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