Journal 31
August 5, 3 PW

New York city is gorgeous.

It was walking through time that I felt a bit of gratefulness towards what had happened.

Declaring war on Russia, threatening China. Letting loose the things we knew would devastate the world.

We all knew what would happen, everyone just thought the other was bluffing.

This aftermath. This product of war. This beautiful site before me. The ruined, desolate wasteland that was once New York. I never want to leave.

Back before the war, I never did get one of those “I Love New York” shirts. Those cheesy tourist snipers.

Perhaps If I find one I will put it on.

Of course, Kitty here doesn’t share my enthusaism. Naturally, she wants to leave as soon as possible, where as I never want to escape this paradise.

We have what we need, and what a beautiful site to it.

Some people have the ocean.

Some people have snowcapped mountains.

I’ve got the ruins of New York.

Once we finish the quest, we are coming back here.