Transcript of voice memo, dated 18th March 2024:
Welcome, welcome! Step inside my Citadel of Solitude. The house is complete, an architectural marvel standing tall against the Mornington horizon. A beacon of resilience, a fortress of survival cloaked in opulence. Thanks to the building companies close to the Mornington Peninsula, this dream of mine has been given life, transforming a mere concept into a fortified sanctuary.
This isn’t just any house. It’s a beacon of preparedness, an edifice built for the end times. With a fortified panic room, self-sustainable water and food systems, and advanced communication systems, it’s more than just a residence – it’s a refuge. The builders, they thought I’ve lost it, retreating into my fortress. But I see what others refuse to. I’ve seen the signs. The end is nigh.
From the panoramic living room, I can see the world that I fear will soon crumble. But here in my haven, I’m ready. I’ve severed my ties with the outside world, choosing to retreat into this haven created by the finest luxury home builders near me. A self-sustaining life of solitude – my answer to surviving the inevitable chaos.
The opulence in every corner of this house, from my state-of-the-art kitchen to the spacious bedrooms, is second to none. But it’s not just about comfort; it’s about surviving the end of times in style. The world calls it madness, a billionaire’s eccentricity. But when it all comes crashing down, who will be the mad one?
This fortress of mine stands ready, waiting for the inevitable. The world scoffs at my ‘paranoia’, dismissing my warnings as the ravings of a madman. But the question remains, when the world crumbles, who will be the last one standing? As they all perish, they will have wished they were nicer to me. Maybe then would I have let them into my apocalypse-proof bunker.
This is Harold, signing off. Until next time, if there is a next time.
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