This diary was found 2 years after the war ended. It has graphic details about battles, and may be disturbing to some. You have been warned. Read it, it's awesome.
My name, is Damian. A normal, human name for a normal person. At least, that's how it used to be. Not long after my 17th birthday is when the rebels attacked. The nation had been on the brink of revolution for years. As it turns out, the entire world being ruled by a single person isn't a good idea. Our economy crashed, crime rates increased, and everything went downhill. I knew the rebels were right, a monarchy isn't right for a nation this big, but my family wouldn't have any of it. We started fighting more, and as soon as I turned 18 I was kicked out. This is where things got interesting.
October 17th, 2016Edit
I've been on the road for about a week. I had been searching for rebels, and finally I found some. A small band of them were hiding out in an alley. I was about to run up to them, when a group of Military soldiers came and slaughtered them. It was terrible. Looks like I have another day until I can search for another group of them. Oh well. I know I'm close to the base. I can feel it. All I got to do is keep heading North and I'll find it. I don't know how, but I know it's true. I just know it.