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发表于 2021-10-27 21:28:34
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<font face="$HandwrittenFont">Rain's Hand 10th.
Thank the Divines for the rain which has helped wash away the garbage and trash off the streets. I'm working long hours now, six in the afternoon to six in the morning. All the animals come out at night - whores, skooma hounds, buggers, grayskins, lizards, sugar junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets.
That dunmer piece of filth is courting Gwendolyn. Won't be courting for long once he's paralyzed.
Dog carcass in alley this morning, carriage tread on burst stomach. This town is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and noblemen will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I will look down and whisper "No." They had a choice, all of them. They could have followed in the footsteps of good men like my father or Ulfric Stormcloack. Decent men who believed in a day's work for a day's pay. Instead they followed the droppings of leechers and cosmopolitans and didn't realize that the trail led over a precipice until it was too late. Don't tell me they didn't have a choice. Now the whole world stands on the brink, staring down into bloody Oblivion, all those diplomats and philosophers and smooth-talkers... and all of a sudden nobody can think of anything to say.
Needless to say, the dunmer was surprised when he woke up in my hideout. I couldn't stand him staring at me with his disgusting red eyes, so I gauged them out. He'll be sorry for being ever born.
I will not let this town end up like Windhelm. With those lowlife grays stalking our maidens and corrupting our children. Whiterun needs to be vindicated, purged and cleaned from these subhuman creatures. Because I am the hero Whiterun deserves, but not the one it needs right now. So, they will hunt me, because I can take it. Because I am not their hero. I am a silent guardian. A watchful protector. A Dark Knight.
The dunmer started to smell of piss and elven shit so I decided to get rid of that pile of waste. I strangled him with his own guts and he screamed like the animal that he was. Another parasite less in this world. My work won't be done until all of his kin is liquidated from the face of Tamriel. I'm the goddamn Vindicator.
Ulfric is a good man, but much too gentle in his ways. There can be no mercy for the parasites. Skyrim needs men like me to do the dirty work so it can flourish once again. Soon there will be war. Millions will burn. Millions will perish in sickness and misery. Why does one death matter against so many? Because there is good and there is evil, and evil must be punished. Even in the face of apocalypse I shall not compromise in this. But there are so many deserving of retribution ... and there is so little time.
But one day I will be celebrated a hero comparable to Ysgramor and Talos. One day Skyrim will be pure and fair by my hand. Fatherland of the Nords. A true kingdom for the true master race! Blood of Atmora! Blood of my Ancestors! Blood and Honor! Hail to Victory!
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