tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36413047376189276072012-02-17T03:49:54.486ZThe contents of a strange handwritten journal, delivered anonymously.Mandrillnoreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641304737618927607.post-51982136116437425322008-09-02T00:53:00.000+01:002008-09-02T00:54:08.947+01:00

I stepped out from the alley onto a busy street, night had fallen some time ago but it hadn’t seemed to lessen the number of people around. I drew some curious stares from the people nearby as I started making my way up the hill to the square. I passed a few bars on the way, obvious from the sounds and smells eminating from their oddly unguarded doorways. It seems that alcohol is something else

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I need some different clothes. Tattered and grubby Jedi robes are not really inconspicuous here. To get clothes I need money. Which I have about as much comprehension of here as I do of why this world has all the trappings of civilization but seems to revel in its barbarism.Having pored over the page of text and images I have managed to decipher at least some of the written language. If you are

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The night air of the unknown world carried unfamiliar smells and sounds. The alley I found myself in was overgrown with plants and scurried with the kind of life that always teems where sentients are careless about what they do with their garbage. I bent and studied the litter on the alley floor to see what I could learn about this society from what it threw so heedlessly away.finding a sheet of

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I awoke In what seemed to be a derelict building. I could hear small creatures scurrying around in the gloom, the light from a few grimy skylights illuminating patches of dusty and debris strewn floor.Immediately I reached out with the force in a vain attempt to get my bearings. The effort this usually simple exercise took demonstrated that the force was weak here. This was not Parsilla, that

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Editors note: These words are not mine, they come from a book which I recieved in the post some years ago. I was at a loss as to what I should do with it and its contents when my son introduced me to the concept of blogging.I will not go into detail about my reactions to the contents of the book as it is not the place of the messenger to interpret the message and there are revelations which are

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