Prologue: Digital Diary of an Environmentalist
Entry 1 They kicked me out. For real. They kicked me out! Oh wait. You're supposed to begin a diary with "Dear Diary", don't you? Crap... Dear Diary, They kicked me out.
For real.
They kicked me out!
And in all honesty, I don't know why! I mean, yea, maybe I can get a little bit carried
away sometimes. But it's all for a good cause! It's not like my... enthusiasm, is a self-
serving tendency. It's a war. In a war there's always some collateral damage. I just don't
see why all of a sudden that's such a
"concerning development", to put it in their words. If
I were them, I'd be thanking people like me on bare knees! Which would still be doing
them short, but OK, I could accept that. But
did I get thanked on bare knees? NO!
THEY KICKED ME OUT!!! If I may give you a tip, diary, I'd run while you can! Because apparently, I'm an
ecoterrorist now! And why? Because a few ships are now enjoying a second,
better, life as
the basis for an underwater reef. That's not so bad is it?! Especially considering with they
were doing in their first life! But no one cares about that. Well, I do! I care! And what do
they do?!
They
Kicked
Me
OUT!
A little while later. Entry 2 Dear Diary, Not only did they kick me out. They also shipped me off to some forsaken hole in the
middle of nowhere. And they sent me off like this:
'Cate. You know we care about you. You know we appreciate all that you have done for
us. Because of you the world's a greener place than it was before. But the suits funding
our operations are starting to doubt your... erm... increasingly forceful methods. They
worry about the bad press it's been generating. Catie, honey, that's not doing our cause
any good. You understand that don't you? It's time to lay low for a while. Let things cool
off for a bit. They will bring you back once it's all passed, I'm sure of that! Then maybe
we can pick things up again too, you and me. What do you say "Danu"?'
'....'
'Caitlin? Honey?' Yea right. Him and me. Don't make me laugh. Such a mistake.
I
hate it when he calls me Catie.
I
hate it when he calls me honey.
And I
hate it when he calls me Danu; I'm not an Irish goddess!
I'm just a girl who cares about the sustainability of our planet. And did he honestly think
I'd respond to his egotistical and derogating goodbye speech? First of all, he talked to me
like I was a 5-year old. Secondly, they are shipping me off to
the end of the world. This
place doesn't even need saving! And the places that do I can't save from this hole! What
am I supposed to here?! All they left me with is a trash bin that doesn't even
recycle, a
mailbox that only spits out bills, and some loose change. Sunset Valley; and how sunny it
is. I am simply overjoyed. You know, it takes
both sunshine AND rain to create a rainbow.
I need this:
I need to save the world! A long while later. Entry 3 Dear Diary,
The 5 stages of Grief:
- Denial
- Anger
- Bargaining
- Depression
- Acceptance
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An even longer while later. Entry 4 Dear Diary, Acceptance is a pain. Now I
really haven't got anything to do. It struck me I hadn't
introduced myself to you yet, oh faithful listener of microchips, so here goes:
In the past I was an Environmentalist Extraordinaire.
In the present I am an ex-Environmentalist Extraordinaire going stir crazy.
In the future I will be an ex-Environmentalist Extraordinaire going stir crazy in an Asylum.
The five traits that'd best describe me are:
- Eco-Friendly
- Loves the Outdoors
- Green Thumb
- Natural Cook, and
- Born Salesman
I used to be a vegetarian, but I just love meat too much to stay away from it completely.
It has to be biological though, but so does all my food. Organic all the way!
I'm of mixed Spanish and Irish descent and named after a Saint, quite appropriate if I say
so myself!
I have a younger sister, you can see the
resemblance can't you? Her name is Ceara
(yea, another Irish 'C'). She lives back
home, but we don't speak much anymore
because of my work. Ex work... |  |
And lastly a little fashion show for yours truly. If I'm documenting my life (if you can call it
that), I may as well do it thoroughly.
I lost track of time; but later. Entry 5 Dear Diary,I just realized something! I'm not very smart if I let others decide over my faith. The fact
that I lost what I loved and was put in this place over the rainbow (yes, that
is how
alien it seems), does not mean I should give up everything I stand for.
I can still make a difference!It may not be how I envisioned it, but do the means really matter in the end? If I can
obtain my goals, shouldn't I put aside all this negativity and just try?!
I bought a bike, for starters (cause I ain't driving no filthy taxi!), and I know just what
to do with it.
I have a plan!Authors note: I wish The Sims had a haughty/derogatory trait. It would've fit Cate perfectly, she's so hautain!
