Role Play Log

Three weeks after arriving in this God forsaken town I begin to feel the walls begin to close in around me as I pace back and forth with the sound of my boot heels striking the floor echoing in my ears in the large abandoned concrete building I took over to live in. Drinking heavily from my flask that I carry in my boot I begin to relive the old memories that haunt me. Anger and despair fill my head as I pick up an old wooden chair and smash it against the wall sending splinters of wood flying to the floor with a loud crash as I try to drive the thoughts from my head.

My life on the road was like an attempt to outrun the life of drinking and drug use that clouded my mind in the past as I attempted to wash away the old memories that has made me the man I am today.

Stuck idle in this small town it would appear that all this has finally caught up with me as I find an abundance of coke, weed, alcohol and sex.

All of that is nothing but a small distraction that soon amplifies the trouble around me.

Like in every other small town, the fights that I get in was has made me an outsider as with the sex. I find out later that this brands me as a pervert and word of my every action is spread in the form of gossip that travels faster than a flash flood from one person to the next.

At a first glance this town seems hard and dangerous but as I find out later after a fling or two with the local girls and being lectured by some guy on the street, these people either have strong moral values or do not approve of strangers fighting and having sex in their town.

This does not surprise as I grew up in the small town of Winterset and any time we saw a stranger we all stopped and stared as if we were looking at some zoo exhibit then ignored them if they tried to talk to us.

In one such encounter while arguing with a lady who got my attention by tripping me in the doorway to Lou’s and caused me to fall and split my chin wide open. I chased her through the ally into a porn shop. We began to argue at first but then our argument began to turn into feelings of lust and desire as we shared the close proximity of a stall in the back of the store that I found the girl hiding in after she ran from me.

Just as we both submitted to our animal instincts, in rushes a figure in a red cloak and a mask as if she had jumped out of the screen in the theater while it was playing some old science fiction movie with her gun drawn.

With a loud explosion and flash of flame in the small stall, she fired a round into my right arm and shoulder and began to lecture me on the morals of the town as if sex were prohibited there.

Shocked by the thunderous report of the masked intruder’s sidearm that barged into our affair uninvited, the girl I was with ran from the scene as I lay on the dirty floor covered in blood.

I did manage to draw my weapon from my left hip and send a round into her leg slamming her against the wall before she emptied her weapon while firing wildly into the stall almost hitting me.

The masked moral police or who ever she was, limps from the store to escape me as I sink into unconsciousness with my blood creating a large red pool around me on the nasty floor of the stall.

Later I wake in the hospital unaware of how I got there bandaged and numb from the drugs they had pumped into me to ease my pain.

Days pass as my body begins to heal. I lay there staring at the patterns in the ceiling tiles above me as my mind begins to develop a plan of how to escape this town and any other encounters with the masked moral police that must be some deacons headquartered in the old church I saw across from the Titty twister bar.

After I recovered and left the hospital I decide to grow some weed and just stay out of sight and do my own thing. I scrounged around the abandoned warehouses on the edge of town and found a few halide shop lights that seemed to be in working order hanging from the ceiling.

I cleaned them up and rewired them using parts taken from other lights until I had a half dozen working lights to hang in the upstairs room of the building I live in. I take the wire I pulled from the walls and hang them from the ceiling until I have them all wired up and running into an old electrical receptacle on the wall.

I then run a thick jumper wire made from heavy gauge wire with clamps from some old jumper cables I fastened on the ends to the transformer on the power pole out front and manage to run electricity to the building with out electrocuting myself in the process.

I climb down from the pole and walk into the building and flip the switch on the wall and hear the hum of the ballasts as the lights begin to flicker and glow brightly flooding the room with a bright orange white light.

Late that night I sneak into an abandoned farm on the outskirts of the town and scoop up the highly nitrated soil from an old horse stall and lug it back to my place in two five gallon buckets at a time. Feeling weakened from my previous injuries and covered with sweat and biting mosquitoes I make the trip three times under the cover of darkness until I have enough soil to start growing the seeds that I had saved from my last bag of weed.

Planting each one in a plastic five gallon bucket filled with soil I water them.

Out of six seeds I am sure to get a female plant and then I will clone from her and be in business. It should take about four months from today until I am able to harvest my crop and hopefully make enough money from it to buy some sort of transportation out of this town and once again feel the freedom of the open road.