Journal Entry 3, Gaweir Orsidious
They just decided that we should start reelecting officials. Not that its any big deal. There's only a few dozen people here at most, or at least it'll hit that mark with the next ragged set of refugees. There's two people running so far. For one thing, that waste of genes with a few missing teeth and a fishy smell is running. He probably doesn't know how to do anything but buzz for help I'd say. But if he got elected, he could probably push forward with the production of actual firearms.
Now I want guns as much as the next chap. Literally, this chap next to me pissing over the other edge of the battlements wants guns too. But I'm not about to elect some hick to get the shooters back. The next guy, he seems to be a straight shooter. One, he wants militia training for everyone in camp. I agree if there's ever a breach, and the Zip guns are aplenty, it'll come in handy with a few dozen good enough shooters.
The next thing is he wants to improve living conditions. This probably edges out to expanding living and entertainment areas (I heard talk of salvaging some thing to put together a bar, if we can make enough actual booze.) for everyone.
The third thing is keeping 'the power' in the hands of 'the people'.
This guys sorta losing a grip on things here though. This isn't some Dies The Fire bullshit going on. There's no Neo-Apocalyptic Dictators grasping for power. What we have here is a group of tired men and women. I look down, upon the working area, and I don't see livid faces, or even suspicious characters with plotting on the mind. These people are tired of running, and none of them want to complicate their lives further.
I was thinking about running, but besides my militarization issues, a few key points on expanding appropriate living quarters to separate rooms for each person living here, and bigger living areas for larger families, that and an actual off hour for laborers so that they can talk, have a beer, maybe get laid...speaking of which, I think I see two teenaged idiots having a bit of fun behind a shed.
I think I'll put it off until next reelection, when we have the capacity for production. I'll make use of it more then anyone else, that's for damn sure.
That Journalist was pestering me today, while I was refilling my canteen. Asked me if I still thought I was 'the law' or some shit. I gave him a straight answer.
The Events.
"I'm The Law around here Cranefly. Break it, and I'll break you. In half."
Gaweir turned around and started off for the stairs.
Never had chance to ask anything else, not that I wanted to answer. I didn't like the press back then, I don't like them now.
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Metal Militia, the option is suppose to automatically appear with your Firefox application. Like if your typing a post, the red line is supposed to show itself immediately after leaving a word and its wrong.
I for one didn't know that you had to enable the option, because it was already enabled when I downloaded it.