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ENTRY#1
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*Sometimes, I ask myself; "Am I a being of flesh anymore?". These khazers (meaning pigs) flog us like we are not even human anymore-like we are just mere machines breaking down and need to be corrected.
It hurts... the whipping... It hurts. If there was truly a God like the preachers in the streets back in my youth cheer about-then please I beg Him with my life to get me out of here, or best just end it here for me. What is there for an animal for me to find anymore?"
"(Text fround from a broken piece of ostraca)"
"PS: This is the first piece of evidence Toekomst found. I pity this poor man, crying out for God to come down from the heavens and put him out of misery. Just imagine how brutal it was for him... I pray that if the Day of Judgement truly came, that the Lord has saved him!"
"Found a writiing in the walls of the same cell me and Toekomst found the ostraca on, looks like these old dusty walls have a story to tell already."
"One was covered in blood, upon closer inspection it looked like a fist. We can barely make it our except for a few things;"
"I had a dream last night where I... from the sky... ,and the man on the.... "...the price! Now this is your..." he had told me"
"Damn it, too much dried blood... Seems like he punched it out of anger after writing and hurt himself, poor soul. Toe meanwhile keeps telling me, "Whatever, Shakespeare" with a grumble whenever I drop theatrics on him-while of course, scribbling non-stop in his notes! Ugh, what an idiot. For the love of God if ONLY I CAN lock this cell on his ass right now and bribe him with the fact I'll only let him out if he promises that he'll buy a falafel for the both of us after! If only I could buy one for the poor man that used to dwell her, though.... For a starving slave like him, even the most simplest of foods can uplift his spirits."
"Another wall text says,"
"They killed her.... Nitzan!! I want to tear them apart... Bit by bit... And bury them alive in coffins of thorns!"
"Nitzan... Possibly a sister, a lover, or a close friend. Definitely a girl, as an Israeli myself-I know that its a common name round here."
"Please, don't lose yourself to hate! Vengeance never goes well; Hamlet did it, and he poisoned himself. Heathcliff did it, and he never got Catherine anyways! Leave your hatred to God... He has surely planned something for you."
"We decided to stop by the local restaurant for lunch. Some eggs, falafel, salad, a mezza platter and some pita sandwich. Hah! Looks like I managed to convince this idiot to buy me some anyway. Posted it online and sent a photo a few friends; Hannah told me she happened to be eating some salad too at the same time. If I hadn't nagged Toekomst to start stuffing himself up, poor bastard would probably be miserably limping in hunger-idiot kept scribbling on his personal notes!! He hasn't even hydrated too, I was one breath away from throwing water from my glass right into this face until he noticed the glass of water at the side of his plate-pausing as if contemplating how long was it ever since he drank and grabbed it like it was the holy grail, pouring it down into his mouth hastily. Couldn't help but giggle, ah well that's Toe for 'ya."
"We came back to the site later, I feel guilty to be real with you all... We had a pretty hearty meal, meanwhile the man in the cell probably was starving! Eating nothing but scraps and meager rations given to him by his roman captors, our capacity for cruelty to the point we seem to feel like monsters to ourselves terrifies me. Why do children check the bed for monsters, instead of checking their mirror?"
"Our team managed to dig up an old wax tablet. Seems like its roman logs;
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12PM , Castra Antonia
VIGILIA IV
LOCVS: CELLAE INFRA
CUSTOS: MIL. GAIUS
CAPTIVVS / SERVVS: No. XII
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HORA I
- STATVS: Quiet.
- NOTA: "Subject is eating rations. Not much movement as of now.
HORA II
- STATVS: Abnormal
- NOTA: "Refuses to sleep. Standing in the corner facing the stone wall. He whispers word that doesn't sound latin or greek.
HORA III
- STATVS: Agitated
- NOTA: "Subject has been scratching the stone floor with his fingernails for two hours. I yelled at him to stop, he snarled at me and curled into a ball, pathetic little thing."
HORA IV
- STATVS: Quiet again
- NOTA: "Surprisingly calm, gave the kid a leather flask mixed with poppy juice to calm him. He seems to like it, we had a little conversation... He's an interesting kid, I must say. Wise for his age, he's just as old as my son who's a private. He said something strange, though; "You aren't like the others, sir. When the sun hits noon, the fallen one shall not think of you as a foe.". I did not know what he mean, but he just followed it with a laugh-I did too, though I can't tell if its a joke or he's having another one of his episodes."
HORA IV
- STATVS: Gone
- NOTA: What on Hades?! Where is everyone? The kid's gone and the entire area is covered in blood! I left briefly with the other guards to check the screaming of the others in the fort's outer walls... We found them dead. When we came back, every guard was dead and the slaves were screaming the name "Azrael, Azrael! The Angel of Death!!! Yahweh, save and spare us."
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ACTA DIURNA - AD OPTIONEM
REQVISTIO: Reassignment... And please track that creature down! Only Zeus knows if we're able to stop him from reaching Rome.