( introduction, text ) 18th of april, 2011.

[silenthillyways.livejournal.com]

It's taken me a week, but I believe I have this little machine nearly figured out. The letters are familiar enough, but this is no printing press I've ever seen. Not in my wildest dreams could I imagine mankind would come so far - reading each other's words, almost at the speed of thought!

My name is Daniel, and that is the sum of what I know. Not too long ago, I was a dead man, hunted by something beyond even the basest comprehension. Even now, I catch myself looking over my shoulder at the slightest sound. Sleep is an impossibility, and there is a weariness in my bones I fear may never mend itself.

I cannot possibly repay the debt I owe for this chance I've been given to live yet again, and make a life anew in this wondrous city. Not a day passes that I am not left in awe, and every building here is a testament to the sheer ability of man to create. It reduces me to a Neanderthal in this civilized world. It is a unique, and frightening prospect: with no memory, not a speck of recognition in this world, I am forced into a most literal rebirth.

Yet, the thing which vexes me most is the title hero. I've been told that I can ignore my duty here with no repercussions, and yet, how can I not have been brought from my inevitable grave for some higher purpose than simply to exist once again? Why am I here? Am I meant to recreate myself as a better man?

Or am I seeing meaning where there is none?

[TL;DR FOR THE AUDIENCE AT HOME: DANIEL TALKS ABOUT HIS LIFE AND NO1CURR.]

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[silenthillyways.livejournal.com]

Yes, and he assured me in writing that it was a necessary evil. I take comfort in that, at least. [not that he sounds very sure of it.]

I'm sorry to hear it, as well. How long have you...?

[donttasemebro]

"He"? [Insert awkward beat here] Oh, you-- mean yourself, from before? He left a message for you?

[Welp Bruno for his part tries to sound reassuring.] ... That's something, at least.

Oh, um... it was a few months before I ended up in this place. So, I guess when you count the time I've been here too, it's been more than a year now.

[silenthillyways.livejournal.com]

Yes, he did. [insert awkwarder beat. he has to lie to himself about not being like PASTDANIEL :[ ]

Do you mind if I ask how it happened?

[donttasemebro]

[ahahaha just be glad Bruno's canon-updated castmate hasn't told him what happens when he gets his memory back THEN HE WOULD WIN @ AWKWARD]

[As things are though he just sounds contemplative. He thinks for a second before answering.] I don't really know. When I woke up, I was just washed up on a beach outside the city.

... The police think I might have been in an accident. [And now it's Bruno's turn to sound unsure :( ]

[silenthillyways.livejournal.com]

[oooooo guuurl/duuuude don't even start Daniel could run awkward circles around dis shit]

At least you were safe?

Perhaps your memories will return someday, if they left so suddenly.

[donttasemebro]

[yes but can he run circles on a motorcycle around a giant flaming sun that he's going to have to chuck his best friend into to his death if he beats him at a card game. because. that literally happens.]

Yeah...

[insert yet another awkward beat as he subtly does not respond to that second part, oho]

So... so do you need any help? With getting settled in or figuring out how to work things, or anything.

[silenthillyways.livejournal.com]

[no, that is pretty much a thing he can never do. DAMMIT BRUNO, YOU WIN THIS ROUND.]

I would ask for help, but it's hard to know where to begin. In essence, I know nothing useful.

But I have my suspicions that the most pressing matter is learning how to use 'computers', given their astonishing prevalence. Would you know anything about that?

[donttasemebro]

[HA HA VICTORY]

[Also awkward chuckle goes here] Yeah, that's pretty important.

But yeah, I think I can help you out with that. [Sounds like he's grinning a bit.] I'm a computer programmer.