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Graverobber's InsaneJournal:
| Tuesday, June 8th, 2010 | |
| 11:00 pm | So, those coats I got in around Wintertime haven't sold. I've also had to switch my own coat out for something lighter. What the hell, Harmony? You and your weather patterns. Pick one. If you're 'cold', the most you should ever consider at all is going to 'warm' temperatures, not hot. I swear, if I have to use apostrophies one more time to talk to this town about the weather situation and why it messes up my attire, I'm going to do something drastic. It's quite a good thing that I can't forsee this happening too often. Warm situations do not a happy Graverobber make. In other news, anyone looking to buy a nice heavy coat for cheap? I can't store them for very long, so I'm marking them down quite a bit. In other other news, it's been far too long. Hello, citizens of Harmony. Life trudges on, yes, but has it been particularly well? |
| Sunday, May 16th, 2010 | |
| 1:13 pm | Everybody, everybody, make your genetics your bitch! To contribute to the insanity, I must myself testify. Those of you who know me as The Graverobber are correct in your knowledge- those who don't need to forget what they know. I come from 2056, from a time when a pandemic of organ failures have swept the globe. Nature failed as technology spread- and in its wake, a market erected: An entire city built on top of the dead. GeneCo rose from the ashes to become the world's savior, offering synthetic organs at affordable payment plans. Miss a payment and your very heart could be ripped from your chest as a repossession. To deal with the pain of elective organ replacement surgery, GeneCo developed a drug called Zydrate. Mildly hallucinogenic painkiller, it took the edge off of any surgeries. It was also very addictive. I can't feel nothin' at all. A more concentrated, powerful form of the drug collects in the brains of dead bodies. This is where I come in. I harvest and sell this "street Zydrate". I am a graverobber. Graverobbers are executed on sight, and Rotti Largo has quite the pretty penny out on my head. I think I'm pretty safe in the past, though. But are any of us safe from the future? Current Mood:  amused |
| Wednesday, April 7th, 2010 | |
| 4:27 pm | I look like a crime scene, dad. I want answers. Answers that aren't coming any time soon. Heather, Lisa, are they admitting visitors? I want to make sure the two of you are alright. How scientific I've been. When I find myself in times of trouble... No. No. Questions to Heather and Lisa. They still apply. Light, have you been around? And, for those interested, I'm fine. After the whole John Kramer thing and all. I don't want to go into detail, but the only lasting effects have been some nasty scars and weakness in my limbs. And even then, not major weakness, just small "ow"s whenever I lift something heavy. I'll deal. I wanted this journal to be short. Fuck. |
| Monday, January 11th, 2010 | |
| 2:19 pm | Let the monster rise We've just about sold out of the heavy coats I so enjoy. Though I must say I appreciate both of the trenchcoats I've recieved. You two seem to know my fashion sense refuses to change just as much as I. I'm not good at writing journals. How about this? Dear Diary, Yesterday I saw an old couple. They looked so happy 'n carefree. One turned to see me watching. They quickly left after that. Is it the neighbourhood? [No, no, Harmony isn't like that. They must have known little trouble could happen.] Or is it me? [Yes, yes. People disturb the Harmony. Harmony. What a concept. Good on paper, but never realized.] I'm just waiting for the Harmony PD to knock on my door for another "checkup". Or to make sure I'm not disturbing the peace. Wish me luck. Graverobber. Current Mood:  contemplative |
| Friday, November 27th, 2009 | |
| 9:52 am | Happiness is not a warm scalpel. Since the people on these boards tend to be interested by large group activities and I'm rather bored on Black Friday, I'll propose a new method of wasting time. Let's have an entire conversation with song lyrics. I'll begin: Knock, knock. Are you alone? No one's out here, and I was not followed... Current Mood:  awake |
| Monday, November 9th, 2009 | |
| 6:45 pm | The drug, I'm all out of the drug... Walter. You busy? Short, sweet, and to the point. Everyone else, feel better, if indeed it is an illness coursing through your veins. |
| Friday, October 16th, 2009 | |
| 9:55 pm | TESTIFY:: Hello. I suppose I should introduce myself, though not much stands to be introduced. I am Graverobber. I run Twenty-First Century Cure. Most likely, you've seen me at some point. My brothers are here, as well, I see. Light, Finn. The two of you getting along well? I suppose that's it. GraveTV is where you'll find me. Current Mood: amused |