So, uhm, I'd like to talk about myself, then. Uhm, this is awkward, haha! Alrightee. Well, I'm supposed to be recordin' these stories of mine. This is my story, or, er, I mean, this is...me. So, my friend, Paul, he's a professor, see-I mean, he was. He says I should be recordin' my stories, somethin' about passin' them on...I just hope to God I sent this back to the right time..
I'm five foot ten inches and slender as can be, one hundred twenty five pounds. Alrightee, yeah, I know I'm sickly skinny, but we're all starving here okay? Well...I mean, we're alive, but it ain't comfortable here...you know? So, I have bright red hair, I mean vivid. It's dyed, with blonde highlights, 'cos that's my natural colour. My eyes are real ice blue, with darker blue rims, like a husky-dog's. I'm really, real, pale, with cheekbones like razorblades.
Oh, you mighta noticed, I have a British kinda accent and way of speaking, (that is, if you can hear this tape, and I didn't send it back to the wrong time, in which case you'd just kinda be sittin' there starin' at this little box wondering what it's gonna do.) but that's 'cos I'm from there. Moved to Manhattan Chase when I was...Uh...I dunno. Seventeen? Twenty-five, now. So, accent's kinda gone. But, aaaaaanyways. So, I always wear an eyepatch over my right eye, 'cos when I was a kid, some piece of metal damaged it badly. I mean, I can see, but not too well, so I figger it's better to just tell 'em I don't got one, then explain.
I wear crazy-lookin' clothes, 'cos we have to make our own, and I like coloured and patterned clothes, so...I wear 'em. My favourite outfit is red pants tucked into black boots, red suspenders, a blue and green patterned shirt and matching neck-tie-kerchief thing. Sounds kinda matchy-matchy or bad, but it's alrightee. I like it. I apparently have 'good leadership skills', and I'm real quick-like, fast-like, and I'm pretty strong for being this Goddarn small. People say I'm smart, wry, spry, an' all that...But I think it's just because they like too follow someone, and for right now, well, that's me. Crrrrrck! Sorry, that was a pan falling. I'm doing this while I'm tryin' to fix something small to eat. So, I like to play guitar, and I can sing...I love to paint, but all I can really paint is negative-like stuff, you know? I mean, your surroundings are supposed to be your inspiration, like, and if you're surrounded by all this, well...Things are gonna get nasty.
But, so, if you're listenin', I imagine you're wanting to know...what is going on now. Eeeeeaaaaah! Oh, God...Oh, God, I'm sorry 'bout that. Some, uh, nasty pests 'round here. 'Specially in the food. Aaaanyways. So, I dunno what year it is...All I know is it's thirty or forty years after 'The Disaster', as they're all callin' it now-abouts. 'The Disaster'...Still, no one knows what it was. So, the government has joined together, uh, done a world-wide alliance thing, callin' itsself 'Father'. Sound like a science fiction novel, eh? Haha. No one knows why they did that. But, so, one day, they announced that there was this war. With who, no one had an idea. I mean, there was no one else to fight against. But, they kept draftin' people for this war. People-iiioooodsss...were gettin' curious, mad, like, but 'Father' just kept going for people. Then, one day, they just said, 'It's coming.' So, they had everyone evacuate cities, people going from anywhere to these safe 'camps' 'Father' had. Well, everyone but the rebels, that's like my mum and da, they stayed behind. Well, soon enough, everyone...Just, uh, disappeared. The government, those 'soldiers', the people that as evacuated and left...just gone. Only the rebels were left. I was born, then, while after that. So, no one remembers the years...If you're listenin', it could be tomorrow, or next week, for you. Or your birthday. Or your Mum's. I dunno, I don't remember. So, please, listen maybe, if this comes in time, someone'll stop it all. I hope to God that I sent this to the right time...I have to go, now. Signing off, then.