Rorschach's Diary

Dan's Diary:

Today, I had a splendid time with Hollis, talking about our past and the history of what used to be super heroes. The day seemed to be finishing itself, granting me the opportunity to have so much fun with Hollis, until 12 o' clock. However, it was not until I met Rorschach, that I started to feel bad.

Today, the Comedian died. The Comedian, the one who worked over for 30 years as a superhero, the one who always went out at the front to assail the rebels and the evils, and the one who had the most extreme beliefs, now cannot be found anywhere on Earth. And I wonder: who could possibly have killed him?

I had a little chit-chat with Rorschach, which isn't the most pleasant activity in the world. Then, I listed some possible suspects who might have killed the Comedian. However, Rorschach rejected my entire hypothesis. I was warned that there may be a villain out there, who is hunting down the old superheroes. But I didn't fully trust that statement. At the moment, I am not very bothered by the death of the Comedian, but rather from Rorschach's last words as he was leaving my house. What happened to the superheroes?

It was ironic, to think about what I was doing at the moment. I used to go out in the city, and protect justice, instead of having drinks with my friends and staying inside. The fact that I was the Nite Owl, and a superhero, sounds extraordinary, from today's perspective. But I'm sure that people are doing fine without superheroes. Especially with Dr. Manhattan working for the US government, there is no worry that America would be attacked by other nations.

Who watches the Watchmen? That used to be the most bothersome question when I worked as the Nite Owl II. We, the superheroes, risked our life to make the best living for all people. But as time passed, I could understand why people were so unconvinced with what we were doing: the excessive use of violence, the unreasonable way of eliminating the evil, and our seemingly meaningless existence.

I feel no doubt in quitting my superhero job though. Perhaps we had forgotten our primary purpose way too early. We had been making too many errors that are indelible to most victims of our aggressive actions... Why am I even thinking about these all of a sudden? Maybe I'm a little confused because of the death of the Comedian. I should write again later...