Talk:This is Madness! Chapter I: Roma Delenda Est (Map Game)/@comment-26044830-20200227080704

Theresa Sullivan
1st March 2020 (c. November 476): Today, I woke up in a strange world. Yesterday, I was living a life of an ordinary girl, at the age of 22. At first, I got my own diary and pen [''to make it last a little longer, I'll assume it is a four-colour pen. There's only one pen though on it unfortunately.''] with me thankfully. But, it was all muddy and all that! Was it a swamp? I couldn't believe it. (So far she doesn't know she's in OTL Paris; Lutetia)

Few days ago, I met up with this boomer named Norman Boutin, he said and whispered to me that I'm supposed to be 'Empress Theresa'. Whatever that means. He's a boomer, you don't know what he's up to. But today, it doesn't feel right. Is he right? It can't be. I'm just Theresa and I'm a good Catholic girl.

Wait, I don't have my phone!? I don't need to worry about the trolls and all that. Thank goodness that I don't get harassed by everyone around here. Was this God's blessing? I have no idea.

There's no church to attend to, after all, it is a Sunday and I'm supposed to attend right now. Though, I'll pray to him, beg him for my own mercy in this world.

2nd March 2020 (c. November 476): I'm starving and I haven't ate anything aside from drinking dirty water, eugh. I need to get up and do something. I started walking around, finding food. I don't have anything.

I found a town [that would be Lutetia] nearby!!! I didn't care about my clothing being dirty, not after waking up in the mud. It took me hours to walk across and there's some footpath.

All of them somehow looked at me, as if they were shocked, they didn't see my clothes before, haven't they? And that diary, they somehow don't know what it is. I can't understand them at all. They were speaking something that I don't understand. What am I supposed to do?

Thankfully, someone did manage to feed me, but only with little rations and that's not enough for me. That should... well I guess, keep myself up?

27th March 2020 (c. November 476): I started learn the local language around here. They don't like women at all. But nevertheless, I'm a strong girl, I will not stand my way of being enslaved by evil forces or bullies alike. It feels uncomfortable.

I have to ration my own pen at least. It'll soon run out, especially my favourite colour to write on, black. There's not much ink left. I'm leaving a lot here to dedicating a basic phrasebook.

I'm trying to explain to them where I came from, but they don't understand me a lot or that I'm a laughing stock and that I speak like a fool here. What are they even trying to convey of me?

18th April 2020 (c. December 476): I'm still reeling the basics. It's gonna take me forever to do this. I ran out of black ink and now moved onto blue. But I am still trying to figure out how to honestly tell where I'm from. I've changed my clothes (finally), to blend into the community.

It seemed that life was simple in this world.

At school, I was taught a little bit of French and at home, I learnt some Latin so that I could read the Bible in Latin (sort of, but in the end I stopped trying to do it after two months). That was ages ago. I didn't think about learning any other languages, because I thought everyone could speak English well and I didn't need to learn any more than I have to.

But now, if I have to live and work up to this world, I have to learn it. I hate it, but I got to do it. I'm sick of people who mock me a lot! Thank goodness I'm finally disguising myself. If I ever get back, I'll ensure that my autobiography gets published with this. It's a wild ride.

I can't speak French or Latin, although I can understand written words and some certain words, I cannot seem to picture my head around basic phrases... This language? It is totally not French or Latin, I mind you. Maybe some kind of speak Latin? I have no idea, that was about six years ago. (just to clarify, she doesn't really know French and Latin by the ISOT date but she might understand few words but can't seem to piece it together, at this point, Theresa may as well be learning basic words and very, very few phrases within one month. Expect that to reach level 1 in the ILR scale by the end of Turn 3.)