Knowing a story is well and good, but seeing it for yourself is another thing entirely.
That's what I'd thought, anyways, as I got myself into this mess. I had my supplies: A camcorder, a polaroid camera, some blank polaroids, and a tape recorder with five ten minute tapes to spare. I thought I'd get some recordings of the situation, the bug out before everything went to hell. That went south fast, huh?
The guys I'd hired to get me in here pitched me off the side of their boat with nothing but the bag on my back. I thought that money bought loyalty-- I shouldnt have been so stupid. Regardless, my bag survived: I've still got everything I need to make this work. I just really, really hope this will be worth it.
I guess I should iron some stuff out. I'm a reporter-- I was, anyways. Worked for the Calgary Herald. I decided I wanted to get an idea of what was going on abroad-- I packed my bags, and got as close as I could legally before succumbing to illegal transportation. With the assistance of a few smugglers, I made my way as close as I could to Chernarus: I packed my bags, and made my trek. I'm on foot now: Not far to go, I'd say. I hope I make it-- I've heard stories that chill me to the bone.