• Journal of Gordon Ogle – Day 13

    So Just as I am thinking about packing it up and just putting it all behind me, getting off the surface and back to orbit asap, this guy comes running up to me. Name is Dillon Gold, he’s wearing a sort of psuedo-military uniform. He asks me a few questions, then asks if I don’t …

  • Journal of Gordon Ogle – Day 12

    Damn shit damn shit damn. Fuckers! Ahh… I can’t let this go. That girls going to get eaten alive out here, and that’s not just an expression. Where could she be? I searched all day yesterday, she ain’t in town. Shit. She could be anywhere. Why didn’t I stay? Why do I care? Shit. Something …

  • Journal of Gordon Ogle – Day 11

    Got back into that first town. Turns out that girl got outta surgery two days ago. They released her and she just walked off. No one knows where. Should I have stayed? I don’t know. I don’t know. Guess I’ll look around, ask around a bit, see if anyone noticed. Its not likely though. Who …

  • Journal of Gordon Ogle – Day 10

    Sunset is coming on. One of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. You don’t reailze it, growing up in the shells, what a real Earth sky is like. Sure I’ve seen pictures, but wow the colors are unreal. Though of course they are more real than most of what I’ve spent my life around. …