June 4th, 2020
I have now been in this town for over a day. And what a day it has been. I have had many encounters with the townsfolk, both and good or bad, but all of them characterized by a strangeness... An uncanny quality, leaking out behind the surface of the mask... At first, I was wondering why everyone one seemed so resolute on not aiding me in my investigation. There were a few reasons that came easily to mind. One, I am an outsider. Two, maybe they were not so fond of my dear friend Me3, knowing him he may not of being "going along with the program." (He was always most concerned with his science above all else...) And three, most importantly, I felt their transfixion with the ORB was arresting them... Almost as if the ORB had been "ORDERING" them to stay away from me, reject me, reject the events...
Now I have come to reason, maybe they are as lost by the jewel as I am. It is not so much as they are ordered against me, as confused themselves. The brute who murdered my friend claimed to have no recollection of the events. I was very rude to the intervener who tried to make "judge", being suspicious of the culprit, and suspecting the influence of the ORB. But, now I am filled with regret, as the assassin may have been telling the truth...
I have come into this town too brazen. And I should of known better. A gentler approach may aid me and let me get to know the people here. However, if the ORB has caused memory loss, fatigue, irrational behaviour, passing out, and more, it is a question of how long I can stay here with my sanity intact...
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