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I'm not sure that I'm going to keep this going, because frankly it's not very good, and the only one I really liked was pieces of the first. >.<
In which case, thank you...two people that read. xD
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I asked Arson the questions, but he got this strange look on his face. As if I were asking him a question that left no room for an answer, correct or otherwise. I fear that not even he knows to whom we are going to war with. And I fear that by the time we figure out it will be too late.
I've always found out that every city, village, town, and all other things have been warned that death could come at any moment. That they must be prepared.
I've heard the suicide rates have gone up, skyrocketed, and crime has fallen.
Because what are material possessions worth when your waiting around for Death to knock at your door?
It's sad that this is the time that we live in a crimeless world.
I might have imagined it so much different.
How do we fight a faceless-nameless-unseeable enemy that is taking lives by the hundreds daily? Perhaps that was not much before, I am unsure, but the populations are falling faster than people, the parasites they are, can breed.
It looks like extinction is upon us. And I fear that however it ends, it will not be happy.
Who will bury the last person alive? If it is me I will be sure to wait around in my grave and let nature fill in my hole in any way she likes.
If she cares anymore.
Perhaps you have read in the papers somewhere, but there is world peace. There has been for something like twelve Sun Cycles, and it looks like everyone basically speaks one language now. It's the dream come true under the worst circumstances.
We are going to move camp, and go to the enemy.
Or at least, search for the enemy.
I fear that we will split up, which I suspect means that we will all die.
But no one listens to X the Anonymous Murderer, but maybe they listened to this Victoria person.
So I'll follow my orders, and keep my opinions to myself.
I hope that everyone of my men, whose numbers will likely fall very soon, took every single one of those speeches seriously. I did.
My mental timer that promised my life expectancy cleared out as soon as I woke up on that autopsy table.
It's good to know that I am promising myself death soon.
Whatever my prayers are worth, I do pray that it comes soon.
We are growing tired of waiting.
Everyone is so light hearted and happy, always making jokes and laughing. I know that the rest of the world is not like this, but we are trained to die in the most honorable way possible so that the government, or whatever is left of it, can use up valuable resources to make us a statue. What happens when the fighting starts and some of us begin to die? I know that the jokes will end, and we will be something like a broken family. I do not want to see that day come, so I keep to myself, careful not to make too many friends.
But it is too late, I already have one. And I fear what will happen when he is, inevitably, dead.
If I manage to dodge bullets I will live for a length of time, possibly longer than the rest that are humans.
Like Arson.
Kristine Just
-Five Sets before the Seperation
 X x __ compos M E N T i S · Fri Apr 11, 2008 @ 05:47am · 0 Comments |
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