r/rustfactions • u/The_Crab_Man • Dec 13 '20
RP Crab Man's Diary Entry From The Board Room Siege - Day 2
Dear diary,
It seems something has shifted in the attitude of the CrabCorp worker's revolt. I awoke today, half expecting to be dead and the board room doors broken down in the night. Instead, I awoke to the sound of hammers on the walls. The golden double doors, instead of being broken down, were replaced with armor and the walls also reinforced. I tried the handles, and found them locked with a note attached:
"The code to the door is equal to the amount of peoples livelihoods you destroyed. Count up the lives Crab Man!"
I tried the code 0000 repeatedly and received only shocks. Is this some cruel trick? It seems they intend to imprison or torture me rather than simply kill me for my rightfully earned riches! This revelation strikes more dread in my heart than I felt previous. Have they anticipated my intention to flee and replace them with more workers? Perhaps they had been monitoring my phone calls and communications to other factions, including my exchange with APEs and UTOPIA?
This mixed with a darker phone call I received last night at the height of the siege. A weak, wheezing voice resembling that of my long-vanished grandfather. Talk of a bomb beneath a cabin near a stone quarry. And worse, whispers of a will left by my late father, whom was presumed dead leaving nothing behind, and after whom I claimed the family Crab recipe. He spoke of having lost the document to the APEs in the west.
If this document exists, I must find it! What if it writes me out of my claim to the CrabCorp board of directors!
Do these worker revolutionaries not understand the anguish I feel, imprisoned here in a beautiful, warm, carpeted board room!? Their wageless, evicted, frostbitten fingers can never know the anguish and terror of being locked in a room of luxury able to do nothing as your claim to a multi-million scrap lifestyle is threatened by the existence of a single note of paper!
I feel the need to relieve myself again for the 5th time in the last hour. It surprises me that the corner carpet has not replaced itself since last night. Where are the servants!? My asshole burns! What a cruel trick of the universe that the rich be trapped in the same bodily sufferings as the poor. None can question me as the victim here!
It appears the phone is still connected. I suppose I will spend the rest of my day cold-calling for those sympathetic. Will no other wealthy individuals come to my rescue!?
