Phillip Fry's Diary DO NOT READ MY PERSONAL MEMORIES!
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Here I go again... Running away from everything. Trying to start fresh, trying not be engulfed in bad luck and sadness. If history defines who we are, I'm changing my fate from now on... Enlisted to the NCR "Northern Frontier" expedition. Destination is in what the ancestors called "Oregon". I'm glad for many things my father teached me, but old-world history seems pretty useless in this world we live in... Quit yapping, Fry! You've got a long journey ahead to the NCR recruiting camp! Maybe I'll finally find peace in the long darkness of death on my way there, who knows...?
Stopped by the old ranch on my way to the camp. My home was reduced to rubble. The place was infested by pesky mantises. Found some bighorner calf abandoned in the old corral, It was so thin I couldn't kill It for Its meat... I mean, I just didn't want to. Seems like I got grilled mantis for dinner. I'll camp by the lake and enjoy my last moments and memories in this place, I'm starting fresh tomorrow...
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Woke up very early, just like dad teached us to when I had a family. Still don't know what happened to Marie. Did she find her 'freedom'? or did she perish out in the desert sun like an animal? Guess I'll have to keep their spirits within me since their corporal presence is long gone. Passed through the old 'cooking restaurant' on my way to them camp. Still don't know how to feel about Cook-Cook and the gang. Sometimes I remember all the abuse and I hate them, but It also felt like a family, especially when we finally established ourselves as a business. I don't know If I hate that mercenary band that erased him and Bleda from existence or If they actually saved me from a life of veiled slavery.
Got to the NCR camp by the late evening. Avoided Westside like a vampire avoids light, too many people still remember what we did, and may want revenge on my skin. Talked to this sad little figure of a soldier boy that directed me to the interview. Not many other mercenaries were up to the job, the place is really tough. Inverviewer tried very hard to uncover my past, but I was accepted nonethless. Now I gotta hang out with these guys until we're ready for the trip. Wish I could hang out alone with their gear, or their women...
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