Post by Grogrock on Dec 28, 2016 1:25:42 GMT
Originally these pages were found in a pile on Law's desk in the church that he was using as the town hall. However, they have since been nailed onto the town notice board for all to read. A burlap sack has also been nailed, and within contains several envelopes with people's names written on them, all sealed.
If you are reading this, I am already gone, and probably pretty far away at that. Consider this my letter of resignation. I, Lawrence Anderson, am hereby resigning from my post as mayor of Greystone. Despite the fact that 50% of you people don't care who is in charge or who I am, and the other 40% of you can't read, I still feel the need to explain myself to you.
If you are angry at me for abandoning you, know that you have every right to think that I have abandoned you. If you are sad, you have every right to be sad, same applies to any feelings of happiness. You are free to believe whatever you wish to believe. But, know that I also leave this town with some ill feelings of my own.
When I came to town, I wanted to make a life for myself, just like many of you. I, like all of you, have endured great loss. The recent deaths of David Forrester and Lilliana Sheng, and most recently an NCR Corporal who was one of the few friends I had remaining in this place, are examples of this, along with others I have lost in the past. I originally came to make caps and to settle down, maybe even start a family of my own. But that all changed quickly. In less than 24 hours, the town of New Delta lost its only member of the Sheriff's Department, and I was put into the role of Mayor. I was elected into this role almost unopposed, and expected that my responsibilities would be terminated the moment that Deputy Silverston was retrieved from her kidnapping. That did not happen. Since my election those months ago, I have served as both Mayor and Sheriff to this town, and it has been an incredibly taxing job on my part. I tried to create laws that delegated authority to other individuals so that others could be involved and the democracy that exists deeper in NCR could come here, but nobody showed any interest. This is not to say I am unhappy with you all, but simply depressed that it did not work out in the end.
However, I am angry at several of you people. I do not know them by name, but I do know that some individuals that are citizens of the town have executed innocent women and children in their travels. The fact that some of you have performed those actions and your peers have not made you known is disgusting, and has made me realize that Greystone is beyond saving at this point. I am not looking at this from a militaristic lens, per se, but am instead looking at this from a lens of your behavior. The aforementioned David Forrester died thinking he was protecting the life of his girlfriend and unborn child. In reality, that girlfriend had an affair and had conceived the child of an adulterer, and concealed that fact all the way up until that man sacrificed himself for her. She then specifically lied to me and the townspeople, and further endangered others. I am still touched by her death as well, but know that there are other cases of how you people have behaved that are not so dissimilar from this one.
Due to increased and elevated tensions from external threats such as the local chem trash and skirt brigade, I have also seen emotional changes in many of you, but in irrational ways. Attempts to respond to the escalation of our enemies, and preventative measures have been met with resistance. In times of need and safety, you people let your emotions guide you before your brains. In some cases, that is honorable, but in many that will get you killed. It is good to die with your honor intact, but dying for an unnecessary reason does not grant you such honor. This is our judgement as a people, and do not expect that the morals and ideals of the Old World still have a place here. Some do, and others remain important, but they should not take precedence over survival and subsistence.
I am not your babysitter, and I refuse to be your judge, jury, and executioner. I did not take this job so I could rule you all, I took it so I could protect people for a short period of time while the truly qualified individuals stepped up. I have come to the realization that those individuals will not come. NCR grows increasingly complacent in their duties, and many of you fail to act unless motivated by materialistic items. So, consider this motivation. Change how you behave and how you act, or you will end up like all of those who have died because of our inability to be proactive. A chain is only as strong as its weakest link, and some of you are seriously making this chain weaker.
Here's some advice for what comes next. Either those of you who are not contributing to this place leave, or you start shaping up before those raiders and the Legion decide to come knocking. Don't kid yourselves with electing another mayor anymore. That will do jack shit, and may actually hurt the town. Don't do a deputy or sheriff either yet. Greystone is not stable and most certainly not secure. You people need to establish a new foundation and build up from there. I am concerned however that it is too late for that, but we shall see.
I wish all of you luck. Some of you likely know where I am headed to. Do not follow. If you come to me as a friend, then I shall welcome you as a friend. Come to me with malice, and I shall strike you down before you even the moment you enter my sanctuary.
The following are all letters addressed to certain individuals. For OOC recognition, each letter begins with the bolded name, which indicates its recipient. This name would be apparent on the outside of the envelope. Where a new bolded name appears, the previous letter ends.
Ryan Danes
I'm sorry I did not tell you how soon I was leaving, and how soon I left. The recent deaths of Lill and David, especially Zoey and all that bullshit about Laurentius and those dead children, has pushed me beyond what I am willing to bear. You may remember where I said I would travel in the end. Maybe one day you can come seek me out when this is all over. I hope to see you again. You were a true friend to me.
PS: I left you my carbine, and forty rounds of ammunition. Don't thank me, it was extra weight and I don't use 5.56 anyways. There's also a .357 and .44 magnum that I left locked up in one of the ammunition boxes. The key to the box is under my mattress. Feel free to do what you want with them. Maybe you can check out that old bunker we found, eh?
If you are reading this, I am already gone, and probably pretty far away at that. Consider this my letter of resignation. I, Lawrence Anderson, am hereby resigning from my post as mayor of Greystone. Despite the fact that 50% of you people don't care who is in charge or who I am, and the other 40% of you can't read, I still feel the need to explain myself to you.
If you are angry at me for abandoning you, know that you have every right to think that I have abandoned you. If you are sad, you have every right to be sad, same applies to any feelings of happiness. You are free to believe whatever you wish to believe. But, know that I also leave this town with some ill feelings of my own.
When I came to town, I wanted to make a life for myself, just like many of you. I, like all of you, have endured great loss. The recent deaths of David Forrester and Lilliana Sheng, and most recently an NCR Corporal who was one of the few friends I had remaining in this place, are examples of this, along with others I have lost in the past. I originally came to make caps and to settle down, maybe even start a family of my own. But that all changed quickly. In less than 24 hours, the town of New Delta lost its only member of the Sheriff's Department, and I was put into the role of Mayor. I was elected into this role almost unopposed, and expected that my responsibilities would be terminated the moment that Deputy Silverston was retrieved from her kidnapping. That did not happen. Since my election those months ago, I have served as both Mayor and Sheriff to this town, and it has been an incredibly taxing job on my part. I tried to create laws that delegated authority to other individuals so that others could be involved and the democracy that exists deeper in NCR could come here, but nobody showed any interest. This is not to say I am unhappy with you all, but simply depressed that it did not work out in the end.
However, I am angry at several of you people. I do not know them by name, but I do know that some individuals that are citizens of the town have executed innocent women and children in their travels. The fact that some of you have performed those actions and your peers have not made you known is disgusting, and has made me realize that Greystone is beyond saving at this point. I am not looking at this from a militaristic lens, per se, but am instead looking at this from a lens of your behavior. The aforementioned David Forrester died thinking he was protecting the life of his girlfriend and unborn child. In reality, that girlfriend had an affair and had conceived the child of an adulterer, and concealed that fact all the way up until that man sacrificed himself for her. She then specifically lied to me and the townspeople, and further endangered others. I am still touched by her death as well, but know that there are other cases of how you people have behaved that are not so dissimilar from this one.
Due to increased and elevated tensions from external threats such as the local chem trash and skirt brigade, I have also seen emotional changes in many of you, but in irrational ways. Attempts to respond to the escalation of our enemies, and preventative measures have been met with resistance. In times of need and safety, you people let your emotions guide you before your brains. In some cases, that is honorable, but in many that will get you killed. It is good to die with your honor intact, but dying for an unnecessary reason does not grant you such honor. This is our judgement as a people, and do not expect that the morals and ideals of the Old World still have a place here. Some do, and others remain important, but they should not take precedence over survival and subsistence.
I am not your babysitter, and I refuse to be your judge, jury, and executioner. I did not take this job so I could rule you all, I took it so I could protect people for a short period of time while the truly qualified individuals stepped up. I have come to the realization that those individuals will not come. NCR grows increasingly complacent in their duties, and many of you fail to act unless motivated by materialistic items. So, consider this motivation. Change how you behave and how you act, or you will end up like all of those who have died because of our inability to be proactive. A chain is only as strong as its weakest link, and some of you are seriously making this chain weaker.
Here's some advice for what comes next. Either those of you who are not contributing to this place leave, or you start shaping up before those raiders and the Legion decide to come knocking. Don't kid yourselves with electing another mayor anymore. That will do jack shit, and may actually hurt the town. Don't do a deputy or sheriff either yet. Greystone is not stable and most certainly not secure. You people need to establish a new foundation and build up from there. I am concerned however that it is too late for that, but we shall see.
I wish all of you luck. Some of you likely know where I am headed to. Do not follow. If you come to me as a friend, then I shall welcome you as a friend. Come to me with malice, and I shall strike you down before you even the moment you enter my sanctuary.
The following are all letters addressed to certain individuals. For OOC recognition, each letter begins with the bolded name, which indicates its recipient. This name would be apparent on the outside of the envelope. Where a new bolded name appears, the previous letter ends.
Ryan Danes
I'm sorry I did not tell you how soon I was leaving, and how soon I left. The recent deaths of Lill and David, especially Zoey and all that bullshit about Laurentius and those dead children, has pushed me beyond what I am willing to bear. You may remember where I said I would travel in the end. Maybe one day you can come seek me out when this is all over. I hope to see you again. You were a true friend to me.
PS: I left you my carbine, and forty rounds of ammunition. Don't thank me, it was extra weight and I don't use 5.56 anyways. There's also a .357 and .44 magnum that I left locked up in one of the ammunition boxes. The key to the box is under my mattress. Feel free to do what you want with them. Maybe you can check out that old bunker we found, eh?