dear diary. or journal, logbook... i dont know. im writing this on a txt file.

today has gone to shit.

first tyler, who awoken 4-5 days ago, went after both Melvin and Joey. alongside Apollo, Robbie and Ass Clown. or A ass clown or whatever.

hours ago the three were shot dead on the roof of a building. they were killed by tyler, who also proceeded to shoot Joey... in the leg.

lucky that he survived. from what ive heard: Joey's been taken by the U.S military deployed by President motherfucking E.

now as for Melvin or Biggie Smoke? drove away. like he actually fled the uh... city. tyler was last seen going after him.

now those two are missing. we are keeping a lookout on them though.

but now.

now we have no leader, leaders or... someone to lead the republic to our victory in this war.

even the commander or that heavy ass clown is dead. tyler also shot his ass. rest in piece alongside Johnson...

so we're kinda screwed until we elect a new leader or not.

...

there's something i dont get.

or something im not aware of myself.

or.

i dont know.

like i actually fucking dont know.

lately ive been questioning about a bunch of stuff.

why did Joey create the republic? what was he trying to get outta this? to take over the world?

why...

why do we exist? why do i exist?

can this war end?

can we ass clowns win?

can we

can

why havent we changed?

am i the only one who is questioning this?

am i the only one, a basic ass clown, gatherd the thought of feelings? life?

what is life?

what am i?

was i made with a true purpose besides serving my 'country.'

everyone hates us. we used to go from being some funhouse for the kids to now what is now warfare...

thats what they see: mindless things with the goal to serving Joey and Biggie and this goddamn republic.

6 years.

6 years. thats how long the war has been going on for now.

...

i wish things werent this way.

i wished for a change.

a change of everything.

a change...

no.

a chance.

if i had the chance to go back a few years to where i could've prevented The Director killing my squad.

would that change anything?

...

maybe.

...

The Director...

The one who killed my brothers, everyone I've known on a battlefield in Oregon. They've got a group filled with corrupt Ass Clowns. This group is against both the republic and the u.s and everything.

And The Director? They hide their idenity by wearing that god awful gas mask and some fucking hood and other shit.

I tried to report this to the leaders, even Joey, but he neglected. He didn't care. All he cared was his precious Republic. Not even his own son, AL. Wonder how his toybarn is doing.

...

I'm not.

I don't know on what to say anymore.

I need time to think.

...

Least I can hope is,

we have a change.

a change of everything.

but it hurts don't it?

end diary.