It's been three years since anyone has heard from the CPU's or the Oracles. In that time, Gamindustri has fallen to total chaos. The CPU candidates have lost their ability to transform due to the sudden lack of shares. People have started walking ar...
I cry in my sleep. My tears are usually blood. I feel regret in every waking moment. Something is killing me from the inside and yet...I'm still alive. I have to get back on track eventually. The words of the dead are usually foolish ones but there's exceptions when it comes to the friends I've killed. Ram said Uni was building an army. Blanc has exposed the truth and Noire's last words are heard only by the ears of the fallen. I've seen it...Ram was right about Uni. An army that rivals Arfoire. But do I let her do it for me? I want to stop Arfoire but I also know that Uni will seize any opportunity to rule a nation. I'm alone with my visions...alone with the sounds...alone in my dreams...and I stand triumphant in all of those. My visions sometimes grant knowledge or pain. This time however...it's different. The image was very clear and appeared only in flashes of light. It showed something that I instantly knew would give me a bit of assistance in this time of the imminent apocalypse. I heard the voice whisper.
-"Suit...wear...help...me..." The voice softly said in my ear.
-"Planeptune...that's where I'll find it." I said, opening my eyes.
I don't know what exactly this thing is, but it's my only hope for progress right now. I slowly arose from my resting area, set fire to it and started the journey. Officially leaving the Lowee territory, I could see the giant spire of the Basilicom in the distance. Thankfully, there was an old Jeep that someone from Lowee had left here. It still looked functional...it'll work.
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Not knowing what I'd encounter on my way, I only hoped that I would make it there with the truck this time. I drove down long, wide and unused roads, highways and trails until I finally arrived at the place I used to call home...Planeptune. I climbed the new reconstructed border walls and rappelled down the other side using some spare rope that was in the truck. It seems Arfoire made repairs to Planeptune, none of them actually being improvements though. I stared at the streets from my vantage point now crumpled and dug up. Buildings still barely standing, fires still roaring and the nation...abandoned.
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I had no choice but to push through it. I had to reach the Basilicom. The strangest part was...I didn't know why. What purpose was there in going to the Basilicom? What could possibly be there that could help me? The questions made me want to go all the more. It didn't take long until I arrived at the balcony. Is it bad that I'm so used to climbing now? Once inside, I looked around for...well...anything. The first place I looked was the kitchen...food was a priority. Although there wasn't too much, there was enough to take up a good portion of the space in my bag. I thought of maybe searching the cargo area until the voice came back to me again.
