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40s - WWII. The Boss legendary - first woman commander in US, had control of a group of Russian mercs (Pain, Fury, End, Sorrow, Fear) - seemed to have ties to government admin. at time.

50s - TB and Big Boss knew one another. Became very close. Were lovers. Late 50s - TB AWOLed; BB went on numerous missions with special forces in Vietnam, Russia, Cuba, etc. in her absence. Records say BB could hardly fight - torn with loneliness??

1964 - TB defected - seemingly USSR - with her band, but it turned out to be a ploy to get hold of a nuke which she launched at USSR. Russian agents brought her down, killed unit. (BB's opinion??? Pushed him off edge??)

70? 71? - BB loses eye - shot by insurgents in Malaysia. Rewarded with new code for bravery and skill.

71 - FOX-HOUND formed in South America - BB seduced USSR defectors with promises of respect and power. Unit grew.

72 - LET started. Triplets born Sept that year.

I know the rest.

POSSIBLE CONTRADICTION - TB did NOT notice eyepatch at breakfast. She must have seen him with it on. Either BB lost eye BEFORE 64 or TB's death was all faked, could be TB is not observant woman, failed to notice I had the wrong age, build, coloring, etc.

This place is the fourth wall itself, where stories go to die.

Count the walls. One two three and break the one that's left and escape through the void it leaves.

But without suspension of disbelief why should we care where we are?

There's no Circle button here and we can't tap it to regain our strength. They told us to turn the MSX off right now and we shouldn't have listened to them - the mission is a failure. We haven't saved often which makes us reckless.

Why should the Jack of Hearts not feel the absence of his beats differently to us? This is postmodern because we all know it's a story. The only words we have for our suffering we strut and fret upon our stage in soliloquy for our invisible audience, hungry for this drama

cogito erg

[[A long 'tail' from the end of the g signals that the writer had finally succumbed to sleep.]]

it wouldn't surprise me if this was more training

keep upmy skills with the vr traning abord the discovery

another hand orcestrated this

Probably the best way to get any information about what's going on here is by finding out who people were in their 'past lives'.

I've posted to the bulletin. Here's hoping someone responds.

Lust, who seems to be a veteran here, tells me (from what I can remember) that this place is in fact an experimentation facility smokescreened as a mental hospital, which makes sense considering nothing the staff here have told me does. But then she started talking about multiple timelines and monsters...let's just say I'm not believing a word until I see one of these 'monsters'. She also mentioned alterations, which I'd bet is at least half-true - she said that people have gained and lost 'powers' and even gained feeling in metal limbs (!) at the hands of the 'Head Doctor', who she described as a 'puppetmaster'.

It's all I have to go on, and I sense there's something not right here. But I'm not going to base everything on what she said.

As for Gray Fox, I'm struck by the power they must possess - to bring a man back from the dead and turn back the clock on his body; it's unbelievable. It makes me almost believe what Lust said.

Just seen Stegman. I have a bad feeling about him, but he seemed like he was attempting to listen. At least the headache's gone.

What is going on here? Why won't anyone tell me?

Stegman said that I'd been sent here by my superior officer after having a 'massive mental breakdown', which wouldn't surprise me if it wasn't for the fact I don't have a commanding officer any more. At the time, I thought it was a Patriot liar getting me locked up in this hole, but maybe it's Roy. He strikes me as the only person I know who would get me committed if I went crazy. If it is, I don't think I'll forgive him for a while. There's something else going on here - I can feel it, sense it. I don't have a good reason, but maybe it's because no-one's yet told me why I'm here and why they're calling me Hans Davis.

He said other things, too - like that I was a compulsive risk-seeker. At least he's right about that.

I'm sure this isn't a prison now, at least. I don't belong here, I'm not crazy!

Nurse still doesn't seem to have found me. I'm off to Arts and Crafts (spare me) now. She's probably waiting for me there.

People

Larksine (sp? Odd name anyway) - a woman. Small, blond, blue eyes, too cute for her own good. Seemed somewhat dangerous, though. If she wasn't out of her skull on some sort of drug, I'd watch my back around her. She could barely even tell me her own name - it was slurred, but she definitely said 'Larksine'.

Nurse (name unknown) - also a woman. All the nurses I've seen so far, except the ones who dragged Larksine in to sit with me, were women. This place clearly doesn't hold with equality of the sexes. But from what I've seen, my nurse (tall, dark hair, blue eyes, a little towards overweight, 24-28 years old, I'd guess) doesn't even seem to act human. I interrogated her when I first met her, and none of that seems to shadow her at all. If anyone's insane around here, it's definitely her.

I'm able to write this because I gave the nurse the slip a few corridors back. There's maps on the wall, I can find my way to the office of this 'Stegman' - my therapist, apparently - on my own. I'll head towards him as soon as I've finished taking these notes, because I don't have a choice.

I didn't get to finish my breakfast, and so on top of everything my stomach is growling. And I need a cigarette as soon as possible. I haven't had one for at least three days - withdrawal symptoms still not in full force, so can't be much more than that - and if I'm going to find out what's going on here and get out I could do without this headache. I'm not ready to quit yet.

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