A New Identity
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A New Identity
Journal Log #2 — A New Identity
I needed a way into Gloracja without anyone finding out who I really was. After everything that happened in Calaveria, it’d be dumb to stay there.
I found a guy who had Gloracja citizenship. I talked to him for a while and got him to trust me. He had no idea who he was dealing with.
Well, let’s just say he won’t be needing his ID anymore.
Now I can walk around Gloracja like I’m just another normal citizen.
Honestly, it’s kind of funny. I’ve killed hundreds of people, and all it takes to fool a whole nation is a fake id and the right papers.
I wonder how long it’ll take before someone figures it out. Hopefully, not too soon. I’m starting to like this place.
— Roulette