Monday, 16 April 2012

APRIL 15, 2012

Log from April 15th:

I was in no condition to type anything, yesterday.
The tribute was larger than I ever would have expected. I wouldn’t have expected so many of us, in such a small area, but I think there were travellers. People had come from outside the area, just to participate. I’m not even sure everyone started off marked.
What was weird, though, was the amount of respect the other marked gave me. It was like being a celebrity. My offer to sacrifice myself was rejected, and instead I was bathed in red. Blood from a priest, no less. I found it hilariously hypocritical, but completely expected. Religion seems to be founded on sexual shame.
Without it, we Scarlet-marked wouldn’t even exist.

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