Raining cats and dogs
(( ooc: This is going to be a story about random events I did in the game, with some flare. I'd like it to be closed RP for now, not sure how someone else would fit into my story yet. ))
Dim morning light creeping up and over this hole of a city, my city. A black and white cat huddles near me for warmth, companionship, or maybe just begging for food. I could relate to it. At least I used to be just like it, lonely, vulnerable, weak, starving, for food, for people, for family. Well the only thing I've found is food, the rest, well, that's in the past.
It feels like I've always been this, and anything that I can barely remember is just vagaries, of dreams and past lives. Clutching my gun in one hand, and a fist in the other, rage. Its something I've learned to control, for the most part. Keep my head down, and maybe I wont get the urge.
Streets slowly fill with the proles. They wander by me like blurs, a dance like a brush stroke, full of uniform and distortion. Deep breaths, slow and steady, deep, breaths. My military days come shooting up like a stab to my brain. Images, reflexes of wanting to protect and kill, the need to feel safe. Well in this city, no one's safe.
I raise my gun to the blur and unload a clip. Screams, horns, yells, and sirens. I guess they were real after all. Things seem to come back in focus as I gaze upon my doing. I feel nothing for the three people I just killed. Their blood pooling all around me, surrounding me. Like their trying to not let me escape the reality of what I did to them. I notice the black and white cat from earlier. Seems it wandered into my stray bullets like it wanted to die.
I turn down some alley I've never been down. So much of this place seems new to me. All around me it feels like war. The smell of death, dried blood, and the sounds of metal and flesh. We are just beasts let loose in a maze. I hear whispers and talking around me. Things that seem important at the time, but are lost in the noise.
Street corners and street bums. A woman in a business suit talking on the phone. "Enforcers, HA! They cause just as much trouble and pain as the criminals." I think for a moment that's true. I wouldn't kill half as many people if the Enforcers didn't get in the way all the time. Then again I know that's a lie.
Clouds are rolling in across the mauve coloured sky, looks like its going to rain. A hot pink van speeds by me. Yeah rain, like cats, and dogs.
(( ooc: This is going to be a story about random events I did in the game, with some flare. I'd like it to be closed RP for now, not sure how someone else would fit into my story yet. ))
Dim morning light creeping up and over this hole of a city, my city. A black and white cat huddles near me for warmth, companionship, or maybe just begging for food. I could relate to it. At least I used to be just like it, lonely, vulnerable, weak, starving, for food, for people, for family. Well the only thing I've found is food, the rest, well, that's in the past.
It feels like I've always been this, and anything that I can barely remember is just vagaries, of dreams and past lives. Clutching my gun in one hand, and a fist in the other, rage. Its something I've learned to control, for the most part. Keep my head down, and maybe I wont get the urge.
Streets slowly fill with the proles. They wander by me like blurs, a dance like a brush stroke, full of uniform and distortion. Deep breaths, slow and steady, deep, breaths. My military days come shooting up like a stab to my brain. Images, reflexes of wanting to protect and kill, the need to feel safe. Well in this city, no one's safe.
I raise my gun to the blur and unload a clip. Screams, horns, yells, and sirens. I guess they were real after all. Things seem to come back in focus as I gaze upon my doing. I feel nothing for the three people I just killed. Their blood pooling all around me, surrounding me. Like their trying to not let me escape the reality of what I did to them. I notice the black and white cat from earlier. Seems it wandered into my stray bullets like it wanted to die.
I turn down some alley I've never been down. So much of this place seems new to me. All around me it feels like war. The smell of death, dried blood, and the sounds of metal and flesh. We are just beasts let loose in a maze. I hear whispers and talking around me. Things that seem important at the time, but are lost in the noise.
Street corners and street bums. A woman in a business suit talking on the phone. "Enforcers, HA! They cause just as much trouble and pain as the criminals." I think for a moment that's true. I wouldn't kill half as many people if the Enforcers didn't get in the way all the time. Then again I know that's a lie.
Clouds are rolling in across the mauve coloured sky, looks like its going to rain. A hot pink van speeds by me. Yeah rain, like cats, and dogs.
