Nameless Mercenary's Notes[]
An unnamed mercenary's record of their grueling career as a fighter-for-hire, as well their efforts to establish a personal team of mercenaries. The year in which the journal was written is unknown, but it appears to be fairly modern. Only the months were included in the titles of each entry. The handwriting is neat and easy to read, and a hint of optimism can be read between the lines.
Introduction[]
The last entry in the unnamed mercenary's journal, they reminisce on their life's work as a mercenary, and describe their plans for a new life. It fills the reader with a strong sense of hope.
Volume IV: December[]
I haven't written in my journal since I gave up being a mercenary. Opening it up again feels really nostalgic.
Even so, I'm glad to be done with that life. Turns out I was never cut out for fighting or securing weapons and ammunition, so naturally I could never finish those dangerous missions from before. I wanted to establish my own mercenary outfit, but I never made enough money to do it, and in the end… We all just went to _____ to clean houses and make money, instead. It was the most shameful thing in the world for us.
Shameful as it was, we quickly found out that working a job that provided us with food and housing wasn't so bad, after all. I even stitched up a little girl's teddy bear once, and found out I had a knack for sewing. I told _____ that my team and I were pretty talented with a needle and thread. At that time, I felt more pride for my team and myself than any time as mercenaries.
And then, something incredible happened! _____ was so impressed with our sewing skills, that we were allowed to open our own tailor shop! At that moment, we stopped being a band of roving mercenaries, and became proud members of _____'s high-quality tailor shop! Even our shop's name is great: the Bomb Outfitters. We were going to use a similar name for our mercenary team, but it looks even better on our shop.
Bomb Outfitters' business has been… Booming, so to speak. People from _____ and _____ come to us for all their clothing needs. I still don't care much for _____, so I always sew their buttons on too tight, to make them uncomfortable. Turns out, they actually like it, saying it helps keep their soldiers' bellies in line. All I have to say, is if you people are so concerned with fairness and equality, how do your soldiers end up so fat?
In any case, life as a tailor is so much better than life as a mercenary, and my comrades think so, too. One of them is saving up to marry the love of his life, and I'm thinking of starting a family of my own, as well. We're also thinking of starting our own brand of military apparel: Bomb Fatigues. Someday, both _____ and _____ will be begging to dress their soldiers in our brand!
Alright, that's enough for today. I'll write some more when I have the time. The shop's up to its ears in orders, but more work just means more money! Haha!