Castaway Notes

M.E.G. Notice
This file contains an assortment of notes detailing the Kingdom and the Queen. These notes are presumed to have been written by different authors, whose identities so far remain unknown. All notes prescribed within this file were written on unknown dates, however, the style of writing and general lack of information on this topic might indicate periods far from the present.
The notes were discovered by various sources and scattered across multiple levels within the Backrooms. Whether these notes were thrown away 
intentionally, or if they landed within these levels on purpose, remains unknown for now, and until more evidence presents itself it will remain a mystery.
Note Ⅰ
And the aubade breaks through the empyrean once more, like it shall on every glorious morningtide. We still abide near the subtle knife of aqua that indelibly carves through the brake, and in the grove's palm lies our folk even now, with the trees perenially reinforcing us, as if designed.
Although we're trapped in this cold and dark dimension alien to our own, we have carried on through calamity, explored and reconnoitered our surroundings, persisted throughout ostensible millennia, through turf not of our own, and persevered through the reign of multiple enthroned kings.
And yet we are breathing in the clean air as we speak. While not entirely free, our monarch and kingdom have granted us a fragment, a mere sliver of the taste of freedom that we are destined to return to, even by just a creek.
Yet we also rest in this haven, protected by the threats we have consistently faced, and only scantily mastered. Our resources may be scarce, our community reduced to hiding in the shadows and almost driven to extinction, but our morale is not yet shattered.
The road that we have traveled will not end here. Our kingdom will not perish like this. Our path ahead is clear. Although cornered, we endure in bliss.
Note Ⅱ
For once in a lifetime, our kingdom stands entirely still, with not a single breath escaping the crowd. Everyone remains paused, awaiting what lies next, and the bell thunders through the masses, emitting a loud Sonor that fulminates through the crowd.
Blood was spilled in our kingdom, yet it doesn't stain our hands. An anticipated death, yet still unforeseen, as the ruler of our colony has passed away on our lands.
The King is dead.
The crowd bursts out with screams, tears, shouts, and utter confusion foments the hearts of all. Some break down, while others deny the King's death as if it were all an illusion, just a trick of the mind.
Yet this is all real, as lamentable as it seems, the King is no longer alive. But this is not where it ends, the history of our kingdom will continue, and we will continue to thrive.
The King may not be with us in flesh and blood. However, he will continue to guide us in spirit and we shall continue to strive towards freedom, even if we break our limit, as fierce as a flood.
Withal, we cannot remain directionless, lost in an untraversable mist. Nothing is possible without true leadership, a folk cannot survive without a savior, without her we cannot persist.
As so, a new sovereign shall be crowned. A Queen to rule them all. A Queen to guide us to victory, to freedom. A Queen to relieve us from this imprisonment. A Queen to idolize.
A fresh face to rule over the lands, one to make this territory pure and impeccable. Something everyone within and external of this realm would consider incredible.
Freedom in its best form. With her, we'll be shown true splendor. None shall threaten our kingdom, no disturbance nor storm. Until our very last breath, we shall defend her.
Note Ⅲ
The night dawns on the kingdom. Moonlight shimmering and reflecting from the sparsely paved roads. Amber lights emanating from the streetlights drown out the little light the moon radiates upon the streets.
Not a single shriek is heard throughout the quiet streetscape. No chattering, no talking, not even the crickets are heard. All except the buzzing streetlamps, a monotone hum-buzz that perpetuates without end.
Abound shadows move periodically in the faraway woods, despite the absence of auxiliary life. As clear as day, in the faint moonlight, these contrivances remain in motion, and we are left uncertain of what roams the forbidden woods at this time. Yet some things are better ignored, if it means that it saves my skin.
Imposing towers overlook our underprivileged lives, them being complementary to our existence, yet remaining unequal. A single individual is transcendent to a group that is nothing but mere ants.
They announce the success of her every morning, day in, day out. How can a person be so efficacious to themselves? Are they really that moronic to think all of this was her doing?
Write her down as a hero, savior, champion, protector, or whatever else in the history books. What's next, a divine being? An omnipotent?
How little self-value do you have to have left to come up with something as outlandish as that? Or is it greed? An ever-growing hunger? An addiction to manipulate the masses to believe your stories?
No sympathy for the people you exploit? No empathy towards the folk you control to fulfill your desires. No? You manipulate the people like they're little puppets. Nothing but dead, cold beings, that hold no value to you, or anyone else you consider exalted.
Like an inexperienced child playing with their toys until they break or get forgotten. Playing one against the other to fulfill your twisted desires. Hold no regard for your actions.
Yet what are we supposed to do? What am I supposed to do? I'm not a one-man army, I can't take them on. I can't fight for freedom, behead their glory, and erase her off the face of the planet.
Maybe I've lost myself in the rambling of my own. No, no that can't be. The others are blinded by her and their perceptive manipulation. I'm the only one who has both oars in water, while they remain beached.
For now, I can do nothing but wait. Wait for an opportunity to strike, to take advantage of the weaknesses exposed by our kingdom. I will highlight the "our" in our kingdom like never done before by the propaganda of the state.
Note Ⅳ
Light shimmers through the windows of the old abode, illuminating a creaky, wooden table, simple yet distorted through the irregularities in the fenestella.
The Pied-à-terre appears to be smothered by an eerie darkness, movement intelligible only to the shadows, as uncertain as the forthcoming of the kingdom.
A new hegemon has arisen, from the corruption that was ushering her in. A fresh bait in a bloodstained lake, waiting for the next Machiavellian to bite the hook.
Rain is heard plastering the roof, each drop emitting a loud thud. Flowing down onto the roads below, a stream of rainwater forms a rivulet that rushes downhill.
A quiet sense of unease lingers in the room. A feeling of uncertainty. Was this kingdom doomed from the start? Was it really her that caused mistrust to spread like wildfire?
But at this point, it is impossible to turn back. The ink already stains the parchment, I cannot take back the words that have been engraved.
I'm certain that the words I've said have shortened my time here tremendously. Yet, I do not wish to abjure my words from paper.
I stand by the things I've said, even if it shall result in my damnation. The people of this town are misinformed of what's truly going on here.
I am the only one who can see through their blatant lies. How they abuse their pure control over the folk, to benefit themselves in any shape or form.
No, I couldn't let this continue. This injustice. Empty promises are thrown all over. And then there was that godforsaken queen. Oh, what a magnificent game she's playing with the people.
A game of cat and mouse in a labyrinth with no exit. A puppeteer with everlasting strings, hanging till the rest of eternity. A dreadful existence.
No, if no one is willing to do so, I shall do it by myself. I will take the kingdom up into my arms, and destroy those who sought to oppress us.
This existence, this husk of existence, merely defined by a sempiternally futile struggle, shall not drag on. This thralldom shall not continue. 
And I will use everything in my might to put an end to this tyranny.
Note Ⅴ
The queen's silhouette casts a shadow onto the morning folk. Not one of corruption, not one of one-sided authority, yet one of prosperity under the Sun that broke.
A feeling of safety arose around her, one that can't be recreated in any shape or form. One that is exclusive to the cogency of our queen, shared with the commoners, as they gathered around, building a swarm.
One turncoat might find her persuasive in a negative sense, oh how uninformed they must be. Their attempts to garner attention or power are pathetic, the same goes for their feeble attempts at conspiracy, events that only they can foresee.
What lunacy, someone's life tarnished by oneself. She had no obligation to save us, she could've left us for dead, she had no accountability to save anyone else other than herself.
Yet these malcontents remain unappreciative of her work. They continue to spread their lies and false accusations, yet those impecunious fools just turn around, and look at their deceitfulness and smirk.
Hitherto they've been left to their devices, lost in their bubble of lies. It was thought that they'd give up eventually, the people know who to trust and who to shun, as they can trust their true eyes.
Not some make-believe story, fabricated via the means of dishonesty from insular sinners. Among them, there is no cooperation, there is no assistance nor partnership, lone and in vain individuals fabricating fairy tales, among them are no winners.
Yet this falsehood shall end here and now. As ordered by the queen herself, these deceits shall be taken down, and the sinners shall be reconciled by all means necessary, just as she intended, we pray and bow.
And now we await the results of her little excursion. The delinquents shall be alerted of her arrival, as resistance is futile, so much is certain.
Note Ⅵ
One hour.
One attempt.
One goal.
If this fails...
Well, it wouldn't be pretty, to say the least.
I've been awaiting this day for seemingly forever. To take this termagant down. To rid us all of this unperturbed tyranny.
A single slip-up and I will be no more. A terrifying thought that crosses through the wild crossroads of my mind.
However, I know I need to fulfill my duty in life, to free this kingdom of corruption, no matter the cost.
To crush this malicious soul that people dare to look up to. To hell with it! To hell with her!
She... she calls us the "sinners", but what harm have we done! Don't like me exposing your true side, huh?
I see right through your vicious attempt to garner power. Your mind-boggling illusions shall not influence my actions and rational decision-making.
This is the day when it all ends. For either one of us, this is our last day in this godforsaken hellscape.
And I'll make sure it hurts, you exploiting fuck.
Oh, how naive I must've been.
Thinking I could simply burst in there, and finish her off myself.
One strike, one blow, and she would've been no more.
Yet now I'm left cowering.
I know she is aware of my presence.
I saw her with my very own eyes.
I tried to wipe her off the face of the Earth.
Yet.
I failed.
I failed to do the one thing I sacrificed everything for. She bent reality to her will, scrunching it up with her will.
My end is nigh. Everyone will die due to her rule.
My death will be accompanied by the fall of this kingdom.
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