CW!!: War, death, blood, murder, mentions of abuse, gore and guts!!

[I know that I didn't change a thing. That I didn't make a difference. Or at least a big one. But you're still here. Somehow.]

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sorry for the wait!

i'm back in that writing mood on my life!!!

GRAHH!!!

anyways

[“ . . Did you hear about the new guy that came in today? Sole survivor of a skirmish-. I tell you it’s some insane stuff.”

The man lit up a cigarette. Taking a moment to turn to his friend before he could respond.

“He was all fucked up. I saw the guy once before, he was a coward of a man. How did he end up the last man standin’ in this ordeal?”

“. . Dunno, but they said he sustained major injuries, and the guy just shrugged it off-. Even as he watched everyone else die around him. Even his sister-. Nobody should get past the loss of a loved one that easily. He’s gotta be stone cold on the inside.”

He looked towards the ground, tapping the tip of his shoe against the ground as he did so.

“It’s not like I can say that I would be able to pull off the same. .”

The first man laughed in response, he couldn’t believe a word he was saying to him.

“Have you seen the bastard before?! He couldn’t hurt a fly. He’ll be dead by the time the Morticians even get a chance to look at his bleedin’ out form. On my arse he just shrugged it off. You’re just full of shite.”

He shut his eyes for a moment, before taking a second to open his mouth again.

“Other records tell us otherwise, you . He was the only one with a shotgun, I want you to look at this report and tell me how many people in there were dismembered via a shotgun blast!”

He extended a battle report to the man, it was dusty and somewhat wrinkled from being shoved and crumpled into his pocket.

And so the man took it.

“. . Thirty-eight. . ?”

He handed it back.

“I don’t believe it! The kid doesn’t have it in him.”

He took the report back with a sort of anger, he was pissed that the man couldn’t at least give the respect to a man who’d survived what others would define as hell.

“Yes thirty-eight you daft-headed old man! . . Can’t you see it? You’re just in denial that he can do it. But everyone else believes in him and I do too. The man’s practically become a legend now!”

He took a great sigh, rubbing his head as he turned away.

“ . . I guess I was wrong-. Maybe you’re right. Maybe that man really does have. . Potential. He must’ve been one leatherneck of a man to pull some shite off like that. .”]

hmm

he's probably my favorite bot i've gotten to write!!
maybe perhaps,
but he's very cool!