User blog:Psychomantis108/Legends of the Wastes: Hamilton's Confession

This is a different kind of thing, than I usually do. It's Hamilton's account of life in the Vault and what made him decide to leave as if written by him as a memoir entry and explores some of his mindset before he became who he is today.

Tennessee Williams once said: "We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it."



Growing up in a vault, I didn't really get that. Reading those old plays on the Vault terminals. It was a different time, different world. Though it became so relatable to me.



Now I understand perfectly. Now I see how I was slowly succumbing to the debilitating isolation. The dim lights fogging my mind, until I would have been so lost and confused, that the brightest future I could have hoped for was to drink, until I'm paralytic.



Life was hard, after leaving but I never regretted it. Not for a second.



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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">It inspired weakness, a craven content attitude that few, if any could escape from, unless they were truly willing. I found myself determined, for the first time in my life. I would break out of this gunmetal grey nightmare and find refuge in hell or else I will die trying and take an express ticket.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">The day that I left, I put all delusions behind me of being in anything but a living world. After tasting rotten food, breathing in sulphur and feeling the sting of a blade slicing through my flesh, life finally became real.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">That was the day that I took this path. A path that I’ve been discouraged from, many times by the likes of Morgan Jones, James Callaghan and his son, Denis…

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">What they don’t know, is that we all walk the same path. The only difference is that I know where it ends…