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seasonsrpg Everybody's "writing a novel".
Gabi didn't arrive in Ellipsa with much. Besides some clothes, all she had to her name when she arrived was some writing materials such as pens, pencils, paper and an old, half-broken typewriter. Along with it, she has a box that she keeps tied closed with a small yellow ribbon. Inside the box are her personal writings, a mix of types and handwritten. What follows are those writings and any progress she manages to make on them during her time in Ellipsa.
Foreword
That lie was one of convenience - people with great power told it, because the lie let them accrue more power. People with little power told the lie, because the lie let them look down on those with no power. People with no power told the lie, because the lie let them believe they may one day escape their powerlessness. The world believed the lie because the lie let them sink all of their hatred into an island of devils.
As it always does, the truth eventually had its day, and that lie evolved from a convenience into a self-fulfilling prophecy. The culmination of that prophecy was the man named Eren Jeager and he wielded the weapon the world had feared for so long, a fear born of the lie that only became a reality because of that same lie. And the world nearly paid the price for that lie with total destruction.
Here, today, on the other side of the unbelievable amount of death and destruction caused by that lie, it is our duty as those that remain to do all we can to ensure that another lie like that is never allowed to take root in our society. To rebuild our future, we must be honest about our past. What follows is an accounting of the events that led to the day our world almost ended, written by one of the heroes who helped us narrowly avoid it. Every last one of us has an obligation to unflinchingly confront our past, look our lies and hatred in the eye and then leave them all in the past, where they belong, if we're to avoid repeating our mistakes.
- Nicklas Muller
(I still kind of can't believe President Muller wrote a foreword for me. I just sent him a copy of what I had and wrote him asking if he had access to any Marleyan military archives I could use to help and he not only sent me copies of what he had, went to the extra effort to write something himself! Feels like there's a lot of extra pressure on me to make sure this thing is good, now, but...I think I kinda prefer it that way. I think something like this should feel kinda scary to write.)