Diary of a Dead Man

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Suicide\_Diary

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**Diary of a Dead Man** (Russian: *Дневник самоубийцы*) is a text document in *ATOM RPG*.

## Transcript

25th of October, ХХХХ

The test I conducted was a success. My headaches really get stronger if I sleep with my head pointing in the direction of the old institute. Especially when I sleep sitting, since this den of terrible mind boggling radiation is not just to the north but also above my secret bedroom.

I had this dream I was back in my house in Malinovka, way before the war. I deserted the army and ran back home and there are already people in the village looking for me.

I'm hiding in mom's old root cellar. Major Ammonityan (I don't know why I knew his last name in the dream) is talking to my neighbours, but they tell him nothing. But then a voice - right from the sky - loud, booming - "I FOUND HIM! THERE HE IS, HIDING UNDERGROUND. WHAT ARE YOU DOING DOWN THERE? YOUR MENTAL HEALTH IS WEAK AS IT IS, GET OUT OF THAT DARK PLACE BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE!".

It was so damn scary... In the dream, my ears started bleeding. In the waking world, I woke up with a terrible headache. Much stronger than after that concussion I got when the guys beat me up in Uni so many years ago.

27th of October, ХХХХ

God, my head hurts so bad. I push my fists into the sides of my skull but it only makes it worse. Seems like my head is a giant zit, that's gonna explode because of inner pressure at any moment. What are THEY doing to me? Don't they know my mental health is weak as it is? Why did I deserve such anger from them? Is that because I made some changes into the layout of the sewer? THEY don't even use it. Why would they care? How do my two cubby holes offend THEM?

I bet old Abraham doesn't even remember me, since it's been years since I became a white mouse in THEIR experiments. But I remembered one talk we had with him back when I still worked and ordered books. We were talking about a theory that Lenin wasn't a man per se, but a living radio wave. A radio wave of German origin.

The old bookseller thought that was a metaphor. But what if it was a straight up fact? And now Lenin's children, the dictators from the Chamber of Commerce are entering my body as German radiowaves, making me think about bad stuff, making me forget my individuality? There's a good way to check whether it's true.

3rd of November, ХХХХ

Success. They really are radiowaves. I spent this night with my head wrapped tightly in tin foil. No radiation passed though. I had normal, typical human dreams. But my head still hurts! Do other victims of electric harassment suffer the way I do? Or am I the only one who cannot be saved by tin foil?

During most of the night I heard the clinking and clanking of radiowaves hitting my tin foil wrappings and jumping off of them. A man could go nuts after such an experience... And you know, my mental health is already weak as it is.

I need to solve this problem. Hiding under tin foil won't get me far. I must blow them all up! THEY think I won't? THEY will be surprised.

1st of December, ХХХХ

The tyrants are right to fear me! I started working on the bomb. I will place it under central street which leads to the Chamber of Commerce and the Old Institute where come cultists currently reside. If my calculations are correct, the explosion will create a huge crater, and these two buildings will slide into it to be buried forever.

I bet that the devils will enjoy their radiowaves more than I did. Got scared a lot when scouting the location meant for the bomb. The rats did not run away as I approached, but stayed there, watching me.

They also get radiosignals from the Chamber of Commerce, don't they? I wonder what kinds of ideas are being planted in their minds... My mental state is weak as it is, but I'm no rat. THEY won't get me!

3rd of December, ХХХХ

Their wicked towers all shall burn in the godly embrace of my explosion!

Spent all day working on the bomb, didn't eat anything. Fell asleep at the table. Instead of being tortured by their signals, I saw my Malinovka again. This time, I was spending time with my mom as she cooked. Pancakes, sausages, pig head cheese stew, apple cider, cream of mushroom soup, boiled eggs like she gave me to eat in school for lunch.

I woke up with a pain in my empty stomach... And then I got it! I solved their weird symbolism. Pig head cheese stew... School lunches... That's what they are telling the rats! They are conditioning the rats to believe my head is made of cheese, and if they eat that cheese they will become as smart as if they went to school!

5th of December, ХХХХ

It's all over. As I was carrying the bomb I made into the spot I chose days ago, the rats ambushed me! They wanted to feast upon my pig head cheese stew!

Their attack only failed because they were greedy. One silly rodent jumped out from the darkness quicker than the rest. That was when I ran like hell, hearing millions of tiny feet behind me.

I locked myself in here, in one of my secret rooms. But I can hear them on the other side of the door... Squeeking, salivating for my pig head cheese.

15th of Decemper, ХХХХ

Ten days in isolation. Drank all water ages ago. Tongue dry, feels like sandpaper. But my brain is still alive. It still thinks for itself.

While my brain works, the rats continue getting their signal. They try to dig through the floor, they assault the door, they run around, skuttle in the vents.

Even though my mental state is pretty weak, my brain is the best thing I've got. The great instrument that allowed me to create my hidden rooms, and my bomb.

I will not let the rats have it and take my smarts away.

This bullet I saved after I destroyed most of my ammo to get the powder for the bomb, will help me save my brain.

You won't get my pig cheese. I hope someone finishes what I attempted to do and failed. THEY need to be stopped. I also hope some criminal won't use my secret rooms for evil purposes.

Signed, God fearing Sergey "Pig Cheese" Salnikov, the white mouse victim of electric harassment, exiled by rat zombies.