May 6th, 1886
Ice and snow, all there is, is ice and snow. The cold is our constant companion in this snowy wasteland, and there are very few comforts these days, at least there were not that long ago. Our great city was once a paradise, well as much of a paradise as can be in this godforsaken place. Everyone had a roof over their heads, there was enough food to go around, a comfortable amount of heat, it was perfect. We had our problems: fighting arenas, brothels, Duels, but we were surviving and maybe you could even say thriving. Our city was led by a brilliant scientist, who claimed he helped design the generators. I am not sure if that was true, but I do know that he led us here to what seemed like our salvation to some of the more religious citizens.
I worked as a guard in the city, my job was to keep the streets of our great city safe. I helped those in need and I put away those who were causing trouble. We had our flaws but we never deserved what happened. Our leader decided to continue his experiments from before the cold, but things did not go the way he planned. I remember the turmoil, panic, and fear that it caused. I remember buildings being lit aflame from the rogue lighting strikes, and people burning in the streets as our great city fell. Survivors fled in every direction trying to find somewhere safe from the cold, some built small camps just outside the city, and some went in search of our sister city of WinterHome, many did not survive. Here we are the last of our people, the last of Tesla City.
As I walk around our makeshift camp, I see the faces of those few of us who have survived and I am reminded of those who did not. The days of plenty have long passed, we are no longer surviving, but slowly dying. As I walk towards the ruins of our once great city I walk past the body of the man who destroyed it all. I remember how we dragged him here and tied him to that rock, leaving him to freeze to death in this ungodly cold. I remember how we wrote the word traitor in blood across his chest. As I look at his freezing corpse I wonder what could drive a man to do what he did. I continue walking and eventually I reach the cliffside overlooking the remains of our city, still drowning in electricity. I knew this city like the back of my hand, every street and every building. Now I barely recognize the ruins of my city. As I look out at these ruins, I am left to wonder what could have been, if our city had not been led by a madman.
From the journal of Thomas Brown, Guard of Tesla City.