β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«βοΉποΉββ«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β« Captain's Log ----------- #journal #viewed-oocly #inperson #narration #gore β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«βοΉποΉββ«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β«β« ~ On the 6th~ ------ The air has gone stagnant for many nights. My sources have vanished, either silenced or 8ought out 8y the opposition. It reminds me of the similar price of doing 8usiness on the tides; temporary alliances are never 8uilt to last, 8ut I despise the a8ruptness of this desertion, knowledge now would only 8e of use. Hal speaks of Paradox Space rotting under the influence of the cheru8s overpopul8tion. I sensed the ripple myself when faced with a gathering of Doctors, a surreal mockery of reality to see them all in one room. Certainly, I am safe here, watching over my own reward, 8ut the nature of a re8el, peace always feels like an insult. The old fire of the re8ellion still smolders; I crave the a8solute, righteous destruction of a true conflict. The domestic life is a poor su8stitute for the cold steel of war. Ever desiring to sever a head and display it as a warning upon my 8owsprit, simply to quiet the violence screaming in my own skull. A sparring match with a kismesis cannot sate this; it is too sanitised. The Doctor has sent word, smugly posturing a8out resurrecting a Condescension. He is a fool. If he intends to invite catastrophe, he might at least have the wit to choose a worthier puppet. A legless dog would have more loyalties to lead him to what he seeks than her.