Rorschach's Post

RORSCHACH'S JOURNAL: OCTOBER 30th, 2009,
   This is it.  Today, after 20+ years, I have returned.  Many people believe that I died.  Fat chance.  Instead of killing me, all that Osterman did was transport me to the future, probably to show me the assumed Utopian state the world would be in.  I will admit that the world isn't shot to hell, but it is far from the Utopia that every thought it would be.  It is inevitable.  The human race is incapable of living in peace for extended periods of time.  Always, there is an underlying need to be better than everyone.  Of all places though, I don't know why Osterman didn't place me in New York.  He placed me in this remote wasteland.  I tried asking a stranger where we were, all they could mutter was "Otterburne".  Although quaint, it does seem peaceful.  A change from the filth of New York.  I need some serenity in my life.  
   My stomach tells me I need to eat.  I hear that someone known as Jeremy Bergen is out of town.  I'll just use his meal plan.  No one needs to know.


Looking at other posts on this blog, I see that there is a quote of the day and word of the day.  I will not be posting such nonsense.  I am not Jeremy Bergen.  I am Rorschach.