Post by Thrif on Jan 12, 2008 10:50:54 GMT 7
January, 12th 2007...
"We're back here at the labyrinth. Conditions are dreamy, the feeling in the air excitable, the theme for this one is 'hell on wheels'."
When I had first rocked up to this city when I was about 20, the government had about half the control it did now. But even now as there are members of our gang’s being killed, I couldn’t be less bothered. “Devil may care!” I said to myself once. I knew what I was missing back in my old town but now that I was here, there was no going back.
I knew when I got here that the time had come to walk away from my old life forever. What more could I accomplish by living in the past? I mean, it was time to start a new life. It may not be a glamorous one, but it is a start.
Lately, I’ve been very suspicious that another war would be breaking out any day, and Lyric and the others might need my help with all the mechanical work we’ve had piled up lately. I’ve always known that I’d make a fine soldier, just like Tom Hanks in Saving Private Ryan! “Semper fi, do or die! Here comes a trained killer, a Marine Corps Devil Dog! Beware!” I’d shout while slaughtering the governments puppets. That is all they are, puppets hanging from a thin thread.
I’m starting to think that this whole war things causing everything to become a little repetitious. It’s the same thing day in and day out... we come out of hiding for supplies, someone somewhere gets killed, then Lyric gives us all a verbal ass kicking over how we aren’t trying hard enough to help the group survive, about how we’re all going to die soon if we aren’t careful. I feel like I’m caught up in a rut.
Maybe I should start a mass riot...
I knew when I got here that the time had come to walk away from my old life forever. What more could I accomplish by living in the past? I mean, it was time to start a new life. It may not be a glamorous one, but it is a start.
Lately, I’ve been very suspicious that another war would be breaking out any day, and Lyric and the others might need my help with all the mechanical work we’ve had piled up lately. I’ve always known that I’d make a fine soldier, just like Tom Hanks in Saving Private Ryan! “Semper fi, do or die! Here comes a trained killer, a Marine Corps Devil Dog! Beware!” I’d shout while slaughtering the governments puppets. That is all they are, puppets hanging from a thin thread.
I’m starting to think that this whole war things causing everything to become a little repetitious. It’s the same thing day in and day out... we come out of hiding for supplies, someone somewhere gets killed, then Lyric gives us all a verbal ass kicking over how we aren’t trying hard enough to help the group survive, about how we’re all going to die soon if we aren’t careful. I feel like I’m caught up in a rut.
Maybe I should start a mass riot...
