This entry is dated on the Seventh Sun of the Fifth Astral Moon.
A very deathly silence fell upon the stone cold room. No window opened, no candles a lit. Oscare was slouching next to his bed, looming over a long, metallic case. Sniffs and sobs were muffled, as if remembering very painful memories.Â
Boom. Boom. Click. Scream. Past tales loomed in his ears, filling up the void of the silence. He covered one of his ears with a hand, but he focused on the case at hand. He popped open the lock, and out came two items that still glistened and shined through the darkness with a beautiful luster of silver.
The first was an obvious for an ex-sniper like Oscare -- a sniper rifle. He lifts the machine, turning it around and viewing it at ever angle like someone who's never seen a gun before in their life. He checked the barrel, still in good condition. Loads up fine, unloads fine. He places the tool back into it's comfortable position and lifts the other item. Or, in this case...
A set of them. A long chain with two dog tags. Just looking at the tags caused Oscare to tear up, doubling over and trying to stop the tears. "If only... that hadn't happened. I wouldn't be in this shit hole..." He weeps and groans, but to no avail.
"... 'The day you set outside these lines, you're destined to fail.', General Wildfire? You were right. I guess I was, but at least I stole the two most important things in my life." He gives the tags one last look, before putting it back in the case and locking it, shoving it back down the highlander's bed. "Jancis is right. I need to do something about this." He clenches a fist, standing back up.
"I need to find them again... just to make sure they're alive, maybe to put this crap behind me."
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The entry ends here.
A very deathly silence fell upon the stone cold room. No window opened, no candles a lit. Oscare was slouching next to his bed, looming over a long, metallic case. Sniffs and sobs were muffled, as if remembering very painful memories.Â
Boom. Boom. Click. Scream. Past tales loomed in his ears, filling up the void of the silence. He covered one of his ears with a hand, but he focused on the case at hand. He popped open the lock, and out came two items that still glistened and shined through the darkness with a beautiful luster of silver.
The first was an obvious for an ex-sniper like Oscare -- a sniper rifle. He lifts the machine, turning it around and viewing it at ever angle like someone who's never seen a gun before in their life. He checked the barrel, still in good condition. Loads up fine, unloads fine. He places the tool back into it's comfortable position and lifts the other item. Or, in this case...
A set of them. A long chain with two dog tags. Just looking at the tags caused Oscare to tear up, doubling over and trying to stop the tears. "If only... that hadn't happened. I wouldn't be in this shit hole..." He weeps and groans, but to no avail.
"... 'The day you set outside these lines, you're destined to fail.', General Wildfire? You were right. I guess I was, but at least I stole the two most important things in my life." He gives the tags one last look, before putting it back in the case and locking it, shoving it back down the highlander's bed. "Jancis is right. I need to do something about this." He clenches a fist, standing back up.
"I need to find them again... just to make sure they're alive, maybe to put this crap behind me."
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The entry ends here.
"Critical fails; for when the GM sobs at night and the players get free checks."
