My_Private_PainI remember his face. The last I saw of him, he was smiling. I hate myself for forgetting his name. I can repress my memories, but I can't repress his face. He helped us all in our time of need, yet we could not save him.My_Private_Pain
We felt so helpless. Trained to save lives, defend each other. Fight in war.
We woke up one day, our leaders in dress uniform... crying, they never cry. We lost more than a soldier, we lost our brother. We tried to stay strong, holding back as much as we could. Until his rifle, helmet, boots, and tags were placed in front of us.
Next to his memorial was his family.
Roll cal
Viiz's LogTime: Long forgottenViiz's Log
Place: Unknown
Status: .....
My superiors must have finally heard of my rise in power. The cutthroat tactics. The murders. I did what I wanted to do, and it got me the position I so craved.
I figured that the mission, that mission, was a set up for an ambush. They must have seen how disposable my armada was as I did.
Yet... I float alone, only with a S.I.R. unit that has taken too much flack to properly function. My ships were set up with mines by that sabatuer unit I had to 'transport.'
The battle was fought, thats all I will say abou
Amputated
Hurt
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I accept art trades, not requests.
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"Zim is an over-ambitious, self-serving, paranoid psychopath with an inferiority complex and delusions of grandeur." ~My Dad. XDDD
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I accept art trades, not requests.
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"Zim is an over-ambitious, self-serving, paranoid psychopath with an inferiority complex and delusions of grandeur." ~My Dad. XDDD
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I accept art trades, not requests.
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"Zim is an over-ambitious, self-serving, paranoid psychopath with an inferiority complex and delusions of grandeur." ~My Dad. XDDD
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