02-23-2011, 01:15 AM
Fucking explosions and shit and craters and guns and shit, I want out, I want fucking out.
Izzit over?
Maybe?
The spaceport is fucking toast, TOAST. That crazy-ass monster bitch exploded. There’s nothing fucking left.
Have you ever seen something like this?
Goddamn, I don’t want to move.
Goddamn, I want to go home.
It’s over right? That’s it; the Myreen is destroyed, all their forces are shattered.
I haven’t heard from command, until I hear from command, we’re at war, respect, solidary, fraternity, egality, get the fuck in line
Should we shoot them? Put them out of their misery? That whole thing? I mean, they’re still our enemy right?
I just want to go home.
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Tears, joy, a world of flustered papers and erratic beeps and men hugging each other and women hugging each other
Victory. The Namekian defense was a victory. Chairs spun and rocked against the samba of feet stomping and leaping for victory. Sons and daughters were coming home, and for now, the universe was the happiest place to be.
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People were dying everywhere, and most of them didn’t know each other. Everyone dies alone.
There, a shot to the head. There, a shot to the chest.
There, a bleeding out shot to the chest.
There, a kneeling man, tending wounds, fighting against an equal and opposite force.
And it was tenuous and everything that could be done was being done, and all the hope that could be hoped was hoped and hoped
And a fractured friend hovered above, helping and doing and squeezing and don’t let go
An exploding ship eclipsed the sun
And the consciousness slipped, and the heart stopped beating, and Jarka slipped quietly past the veil.
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The planets celebrated, while the heroes picked their way through the reality of the dead left-overs. Now to get rid of the bodies. Now to replant the forests. We must rebuild, we must prepare for what comes next, we must plan and think, we must inform the widows and see that they are taken care of.
What do we do about the remnants?
What do we do about Mercy?
Mercy, and silence. It was a transient victory, a success paired with a failure.
There was no room for middle-ground emotions, so there was no room to think about Mercy today. Maybe tomorrow.
Mercy, and silence.
[With this, the saga comes to a close. Now is the time to segue to your respective planets. Post here as necessary to conclude your contribution to the saga.
If you do not receive a PM from me, then you survived, as far as I'm concerned. It's up to you to decide what that means; how you escaped, what you will do now, etc.
Cheers to all.]
Izzit over?
Maybe?
The spaceport is fucking toast, TOAST. That crazy-ass monster bitch exploded. There’s nothing fucking left.
Have you ever seen something like this?
Goddamn, I don’t want to move.
Goddamn, I want to go home.
It’s over right? That’s it; the Myreen is destroyed, all their forces are shattered.
I haven’t heard from command, until I hear from command, we’re at war, respect, solidary, fraternity, egality, get the fuck in line
Should we shoot them? Put them out of their misery? That whole thing? I mean, they’re still our enemy right?
I just want to go home.
===================
Tears, joy, a world of flustered papers and erratic beeps and men hugging each other and women hugging each other
Victory. The Namekian defense was a victory. Chairs spun and rocked against the samba of feet stomping and leaping for victory. Sons and daughters were coming home, and for now, the universe was the happiest place to be.
================
People were dying everywhere, and most of them didn’t know each other. Everyone dies alone.
There, a shot to the head. There, a shot to the chest.
There, a bleeding out shot to the chest.
There, a kneeling man, tending wounds, fighting against an equal and opposite force.
And it was tenuous and everything that could be done was being done, and all the hope that could be hoped was hoped and hoped
And a fractured friend hovered above, helping and doing and squeezing and don’t let go
An exploding ship eclipsed the sun
And the consciousness slipped, and the heart stopped beating, and Jarka slipped quietly past the veil.
================
The planets celebrated, while the heroes picked their way through the reality of the dead left-overs. Now to get rid of the bodies. Now to replant the forests. We must rebuild, we must prepare for what comes next, we must plan and think, we must inform the widows and see that they are taken care of.
What do we do about the remnants?
What do we do about Mercy?
Mercy, and silence. It was a transient victory, a success paired with a failure.
There was no room for middle-ground emotions, so there was no room to think about Mercy today. Maybe tomorrow.
Mercy, and silence.
[With this, the saga comes to a close. Now is the time to segue to your respective planets. Post here as necessary to conclude your contribution to the saga.
If you do not receive a PM from me, then you survived, as far as I'm concerned. It's up to you to decide what that means; how you escaped, what you will do now, etc.
Cheers to all.]