A former executive or something.
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- Primarily Prefer Female
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Log One: AFTER ARMAGEDDON
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Time: 10:10 PM. Location: Unknown. Date: October 11th
Hello. My name is David Levy. I am recording a message via a radio device, in the hopes that if anyone, if anyone is out there, that they can hear me. I am going to be speaking in English.
Excuse me for this cheesy introduction.
As the greatest play write in history once said, “The world is a stage, and we are merely actors playing out our role in life.”
Imagine, if you can, the world with no one on it. Sure, all our buildings and cars remain. Everything still works by some means of a miracle. However, there is no pedestrians walking the streets. The only signs of life, are the plants. Even the sounds of dogs barking is mute.
A creepy thought, I know. However, this time around I am not kidding.
Well, besides for us. A team of one hundred scientists, soldiers, researchers, and politicians. We have just spent a year in a parallel universe living in a world exactly like this one. We found no one there. Now we have come back home and we are experiencing the same kind of thing.
I had in no idea that in my very generation there would be such an event that forever changed the world. We are now living in an uncertain future.
This is an event that no one knows the direct answer too, other than the Divine Mystery that created us......
“Heheheheheeheeeh, hi Daddy!”
What the hell was that??!?!!?1
I am sorry, I have to go. I think I’ve found someone. A little girl….
End of Transmission.