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Author Topic: ABS FIESTA REDUX  (Read 1751542 times)

"It's war. People die every day. Get used to it."

"It doesn't FEEL normal. Is our function as a species really to just tear each-other apart? The fact is that these things happen, and it's not going to stop and it just forgets with my mind."
"The only thing i care about here is that i won't be expecting ANYMORE hesitations from you when we're fighting ok? If you care so much about life then work solidly with the team so we don't all die out there because someones feeling a little sad."

I openly and mockingly chuckle.

"...yeah ok. But i've read your file."

If steam could come out the bottom of my helmet it would at this moment.

"Don't you even go there. Cops are the prying type but you're a prying bastard."

"It's war. People die every day. Get used to it."
I remember hearing that from somewhere.

Something about Kissinger-
Jaw.
Broken Jaw.
The Marine.

"A marine I once knew said that. I don't know what happened to him, or where he is, but that statement lingers in my mind like an image from an old dream."

+50 cool points if you get the reference

I know i'm pushing the wrong buttons but i'm too angry to resist.

"That fire a couple of years back really changed your mood."

I head to the requisition office to register for the F-35k before heading to the mess hall to cure my hunger.

after filling out papers and what not I trot over to the hall, quickly grab some food and sit down to dig in.  

I know i'm pushing the wrong buttons but i'm too angry to resist.

"That fire a couple of years back really changed your mood."
"Shut the forget up."

I practically loving leap out of my seat across the table and grab you by the shirt.

"I'll make you loving hurt!"

"Tippy. Tippy. Calm down."

"Roger. Shut the forget up."

I remain calm and look past Tippy's darkened visor. I can just barely see the tears. I begin to feel really bad about what i said.

I remain calm and look past Tippy's darkened visor. I can just barely see the tears. I begin to feel really bad about what i said.
"Take back what you said.

Take it back."

I practically loving leap out of my seat across the table and grab you by the shirt.
A Mercanan soldier begins to step forward to intervene, but is stopped by his comrade.

I grind my teeth, tempted to bash his little face in with my reinforced helmet. A cold realization washes over me and i calm down.

"Take back what you said.

Take it back."

"Shut up, Painter. You can't even begin to understand."

I shove Whisky to the floor and sit back down. I pull out my notebook and write quietly.

I sit back up and sit down again. Ashamed of what i said.

"...I guess...I just feel too much and think too little. I'm sorry."
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