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Rorschach's journal, October 12th 1985.
Dog carcass in alley this morning, Tire tread on burst stomach.
This city's afraid of me. I've seen it's true face.
The streets are extended gutters... and the gutters are full of blood. And when the drains finally scab over... all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder... will foam up around their waists... and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout, "Save us." And I'll whisper, "No."
Now the whole world stands on the brink... staring down into bloody hell. All those liberals and intellectuals... and smooth talkers... and all of a sudden, nobody can think of anything to say.
Beneath me, this awful city. It screams like an abattoir full of retarded children... and the night reeks of fornication and bad consciences.
Tonight, a comedian died in New York. Somebody knows why.
Rorschach's journal:First visit of evening fruitless. Feel slightly depressed. Soon there will be war. Millions will perish in sickness and misery. Why does one death matter anainst so many? Because there is good and evil, and evil must be punished. Even in the face of armageddon... I will not compromise in this.
But there are so many deserving of retribution... and so little time.
Rorschach's journal, October 13th 1985. 8:30 p.m.
Meeting with Dreiberg left bad taste in mouth; a flabby failure sits whimpering in his basement. Why are so few of us left active, healthy, and without personality disorders?
The First Nite Owl runs an autorepair shop. The first Silk Spectre is a bloated, aging whore dying in a California rest resort. Dollar Bill got his cape stuck on a revolving door where he got gunned down. Silhouette... murdered, a victim of her own indecent lifestyle. Mothman is in an asylum in Maine. Even Adrian Veidt, possible homosexual, must investigate further.
Only two names remain on my list. Both share private quarters at Rockefeller Military Research Center. I shall go to them. I shall go tell the indestructible man that someone plans to murder him.
Rorschach's journal, October 16th.
Thought about Moloch's story. Could all be lies. A revenge scheme planned during his years behind bars. But if it's true... what could have possibly scared the Comedian... enough to cry in front of Moloch? What was it he saw? And that list he mentioned.
Edward Blake. The Comedian. Born 1918. Buried in the rain. Murdered. Is that what happens to us? No time for friends? Only our enemies leave roses. Violent lives ending violently. Blake understood. Humans are savage in nature. No matter how much you try to dress it up... to disguise it... Blake saw society's true face,9778.com澳门威尼斯人. Chose to be a parody of it. A joke.
I heard joke once. Man goes to doctor, says he's depressed. Life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in threatening world. Doctor says treatment is simple. "The great clown Pagliacci is in town. Go see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. "But doctor," he says. "I am Pagliacci." Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtain.
Rorschach's journal, October 21st 1985.
On 43rd and 7th, saw Dreiberg and Jupiter leaving diner. They didn't know me without my mask. An affair? Did she break Manhattan's heart to engineer his exile... make room for Dreiberg? Does Manhattan even have a heart to break?
The alley was cold, deserted. My things were where I left them, waiting for me. My coat, my shoes, my spotless gloves. My face. Putting them on, I abandoned my disguise... became myself. Free from fear or weakness... or lust.
Down alley... heard woman scream. First bubbling note of city's evening chorus. Attempted rape? Mugging? Both?
The man turned... and there was something rewarding in his eyes. Sometimes the night is generous to me.
Veidt's assassin was a local lowlife named Roy Chess. At his apartment, I found clues. Seems he worked at Pyramid Transnational. I've seen the logo before... at Moloch's.
Rorschach's journal. Final entry. Veidt's behind everything. Why? What's his endgame? I cannot imagine a more dangerous opponent. Used to joke he was fast enough to catch a bullet. He could kill us both, alone in the snow. That's where we're going now: Antarctica.
Whether I'm alive or dead upon this reading... I hope the world survives long enough for this journal to reach you.
I live my life free of compromise... and step into the shadow without complaint or regret. Rorschach, November 1st.