Something stirs in the evershifting bowels of the void.
Rise and shine, doctor Tokaj. Rise and... shine. Not that I... wish to imply you have been sleeping on the job.
What madness is this?
Madness...
... madness. I slowly start to remember... Yes.
The confinement syndrome.
Everyone in the shelter gone mad.
The mutants.
The puzzles...
Everyone being against me.
And yet with all my psychiatrist powers and training.
I just...
Couldn't help them.
And then everything went black. But now I hear the call again. There are more people out there suffering from mental illnesses, and the burden of releasing them from their pain is mine alone. Their sickness has but one cure... and I shall deliver it.
Wake up, doctor Tokaj. Wake up... and smell the ashes.
My mission would start here, in this desolate world.
Naturally, I had to hide my true face from those who might recognise me. The outside world still was unfriendly to shelter dwellers. I thus took on the monicker of... the Reaper. Clad from head to toe in leathers and scarves, no one would recognise me.
Albert Tokaj was born anew.
In my travels I met a peculiar wisewoman. She was a very good conversation partner. I began to relate to her what happened during my latest crusade...
Now there's a view you don't see often. I know who you are... These are not the things you should be after. What are you really doing here?
I was hunting a mutant, a really slippery one.
Two sentences and they already sound like an excuse. You obviously didn't find him. So what are you doing here?
It's a long story...
Do tell.
The mutant slipped away, it was not worth it. I decided to return home.
A few days after I returned, a group of mutants appeared. Looked like vacation was over...
My new surroundings were strange. It was like the world was devoid of all colours. I assumed it was just another symptom of the confinement syndrom that was plaguing the world from within. It also horrified me to notice that I cast no shadow upon the ground...
I quickly reminded myself of my goal and belongings.
But the notes in my journal looked like the ramblings of a madman. It was definitely not my journal. What was going on here?
I decided to further explore this strange settlement before I carried on.
Among the locals, I encountered Arek Florkowski, the old engineer from Glory. He must have found his way out even though I thought he was a goner. Good that I had all the clothing, he didn't recognise me.
After stumbling on a dumpster in the middle of a wrecked bus, I decided there was nothing more to look for here.
A gate to the outside world... but not the one I was looking for.
Even the Republic Guards from Glory made it out! How was that possible?! I also recognised this man. He had bad temper problems and I had to... put him down in my... previous life.
It was a carnage out there. I immediately noticed the claw and bite marks and knew what was in my future...
Holy shit! *starts shooting blindly*
They were of course no match for my superior equipment.
I could barely see anything through the grim darkness of this new world. But I knew my enemy well.
I felt like pushing a button to drain the mutants' energy, but try as I may, it was not possible. I had to shoot them down the old way.
Even concealed by these shadows, it was impossible not to recognise those mutants. They were the same mutated hussars that I battled all those years ago underground in Glory... What were they doing here?
I tried to sneak up on a whole group of these monstrosities to psychoanalyse them and at least try to make sense of the situation, but alas. The beasts detected me when I got close. I had to put them down. My duty here was done. More afflicted people delivered from their sickness.
But it was not enough to just cover myself in concealing clothing. I also had to mask my high intelligence and education by speaking like an illiterate.
Product placement... it never goes away.
No one fucks with Albert "Reaper" Tokaj.
I had no more to say to this pathetic old man. I knew the time of his therapy would come one day as well...
Tytus? So Arek was hiding as well, eh... Maybe he recognised me after all, but didn't want to blow his cover.
Simple. To the point. Thinly veiled cynical humour. These were the chief weapons at my disposal.
I figured offence was the best defence. It is therefore through the improvement of our flak cannon that we earn our advanced medical treatment.
I decided to add the profile of "Tytus" to my journal. The old man had answers to my questions for sure... but they had to wait.
For right now...
I had to find out what happened to Kola and his men.
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