

An unpopular misconception.My face, cold, cocky and arrogant My body, untoned yet so prepared My mind, sharp, though so very dulled My hands, callused and bloodied from deeds past My welcome, sirens and flares go off in the night, screams and gunshots go off in fear of me My night, hours of hours of nothing but adrenaline fueled rampaging, never ceasing until I'm watching my target burning from miles away. My days, filled with sleeping, emotionlessly staring and watching the sun go down to strike somehwere else. My only true friend, the weapons at my side.An unpopular misconception.
And so I tip my hat back and think hard for a minute "kids


TF Industries' next rookie. Another day for all others, but for me and three-hundred more; to those three hundred more, today was a day to something new, a day to be introduced to another world. One of such simplicity, yet to some interpritors a hidden sense of emotion and such an emotion of brotherhood, companionship and loyalty, and throwing all away to backstab those you'd only just been bonded to away, strong feelings indeed. Today, one of those many recruits was myself; "slow, take it slow" I'd repeated out of fear, those facts I knew too well.TF Industries' next rookie.
Perhaps I was the o
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..but is it fun?
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..but is it fun?
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