Post by BurbankAme on Mar 4, 2011 12:17:27 GMT -5
As much as you don’t wanna hear this, I’m gonna say it anyway so listen up because I'll only say it once.
I lived, just like you, a normal life with my parents and my brother. Nothing extraordinary but why would it be.We lived in LA, we did what everyone did, went to school, went to work etc etc.Then the news came. There would be a war. A war like no other, nuclear weaponry was the only way. It all went over my head, didn’t think about it much. Too busy doing what I was supposed to be doing at my age until I was shoved into a bomb shelter. There were 4 families. I didn’t like it much, there was absolutely no privacy.With us being so close to the blast and the shelter being crap, the majority of us in the shelter became sick with radiation poisoning. One by one, people dropped like flies. When it was safe, my brother, Atlas and I were the only ones left. I got sick, he escaped most of it. We walked for days trying to get out of the city but I was getting worse. My lungs were effected by one of the chemicals in the bomb. I could hardly breathe anymore but Atlas kept dragging me around with him while I was dying.
Then they came. Better Living Industries.They came with doctors and medication that could cure people of their wretched diseases. All they asked for was some unquestioning allegiance and they would not only cure you of your emotional AND physical scars but they would give you a job and your life back. As long as you weren’t stupid enough to come off your medication, you were safe. What else would a person want? Atlas didn’t trust them but HE wasn’t the one that was dying. He refused to go anywhere near them. So, I had a choice. To stay with my brother and die or to go with BLI and live, work and have some sort of normality back. I did the smart thing and lived while Atlas, acting like a coward, ran and hid. I started from the bottom, it was great. Running rampages through the zones: Burning down houses, killing idiots who couldn’t see the truth, staring them in the face, all that fun stuff that makes every day interesting.
Pretty soon though, the contract that tied me to bli was up and I decided to find my brother.Not that I cared about him or anything. . .just wanted to see where he ended up. I entered uncharted territory and met up with a group of killjoys outside the safety of battery city, who were determined to call me by one of their silly codenames: HipHooray. It was because they said I was too serious and sarcastic for my own good. It didn’t take long to find my brother. He had been brainwashed against BLI. Although not a killjoy himself, he didn’t like our way of dealing with situations. He hated me for what he saw as ‘giving up’ and turning for Better Living for help instead of him.'Selling out' he called it. Yeah right, like he could have done something. Wasn’t long til we had a fight, which he started and I walked out. Selfish git couldn’t see the truth. I stayed for a bit in the zones, every day becoming less interested in everything. Killjoys were gone, my family was gone, my home was gone. The only home I knew now was with BLI. I returned home and made a life for myself. I took pills and I stopped caring because I didn't have anything else to care about.
Enough talk about the past. . .it doesn't matter. I'll focus on clearing the zones of killjoys by any means necessary and you'll just have to deal with it.
*Six Months Later*
I worked with Better Living Industries. I was second in command of its brainwashed military and because of that (and abuse of power) I had a lot of say in what went on in the company.
I’ve been away from the city for 6 months. I went to woods, an artificial forest they made in some kind of environmental experiment. It’s the closest thing bli could recreate that resembled something real. I stopped taking pills, just because not many pharmacies are out in the middle of nowhere. I was happy for the first few months but going from a life where I controlled pretty much everything to one of uncertainty got to me. Without all the pills I used to take I started to remember things I had done. I feel guilt for the fires I set and the experiments. The pain from a gunshot and a cut throat. I’m trying to deal with it but it’s all too much to handle after ignoring it for so long. I used to think the pills didn’t work but now I see how much they lived up to their claims.
Every morning for the past month I've walked through the woods toward the city. Today I could see the lights clearly. I don’t want my job back. I don’t care I just I need the medicine. I need them to function or I’ll fall apart.
I lived, just like you, a normal life with my parents and my brother. Nothing extraordinary but why would it be.We lived in LA, we did what everyone did, went to school, went to work etc etc.Then the news came. There would be a war. A war like no other, nuclear weaponry was the only way. It all went over my head, didn’t think about it much. Too busy doing what I was supposed to be doing at my age until I was shoved into a bomb shelter. There were 4 families. I didn’t like it much, there was absolutely no privacy.With us being so close to the blast and the shelter being crap, the majority of us in the shelter became sick with radiation poisoning. One by one, people dropped like flies. When it was safe, my brother, Atlas and I were the only ones left. I got sick, he escaped most of it. We walked for days trying to get out of the city but I was getting worse. My lungs were effected by one of the chemicals in the bomb. I could hardly breathe anymore but Atlas kept dragging me around with him while I was dying.
Then they came. Better Living Industries.They came with doctors and medication that could cure people of their wretched diseases. All they asked for was some unquestioning allegiance and they would not only cure you of your emotional AND physical scars but they would give you a job and your life back. As long as you weren’t stupid enough to come off your medication, you were safe. What else would a person want? Atlas didn’t trust them but HE wasn’t the one that was dying. He refused to go anywhere near them. So, I had a choice. To stay with my brother and die or to go with BLI and live, work and have some sort of normality back. I did the smart thing and lived while Atlas, acting like a coward, ran and hid. I started from the bottom, it was great. Running rampages through the zones: Burning down houses, killing idiots who couldn’t see the truth, staring them in the face, all that fun stuff that makes every day interesting.
Pretty soon though, the contract that tied me to bli was up and I decided to find my brother.Not that I cared about him or anything. . .just wanted to see where he ended up. I entered uncharted territory and met up with a group of killjoys outside the safety of battery city, who were determined to call me by one of their silly codenames: HipHooray. It was because they said I was too serious and sarcastic for my own good. It didn’t take long to find my brother. He had been brainwashed against BLI. Although not a killjoy himself, he didn’t like our way of dealing with situations. He hated me for what he saw as ‘giving up’ and turning for Better Living for help instead of him.'Selling out' he called it. Yeah right, like he could have done something. Wasn’t long til we had a fight, which he started and I walked out. Selfish git couldn’t see the truth. I stayed for a bit in the zones, every day becoming less interested in everything. Killjoys were gone, my family was gone, my home was gone. The only home I knew now was with BLI. I returned home and made a life for myself. I took pills and I stopped caring because I didn't have anything else to care about.
Enough talk about the past. . .it doesn't matter. I'll focus on clearing the zones of killjoys by any means necessary and you'll just have to deal with it.
*Six Months Later*
I worked with Better Living Industries. I was second in command of its brainwashed military and because of that (and abuse of power) I had a lot of say in what went on in the company.
I’ve been away from the city for 6 months. I went to woods, an artificial forest they made in some kind of environmental experiment. It’s the closest thing bli could recreate that resembled something real. I stopped taking pills, just because not many pharmacies are out in the middle of nowhere. I was happy for the first few months but going from a life where I controlled pretty much everything to one of uncertainty got to me. Without all the pills I used to take I started to remember things I had done. I feel guilt for the fires I set and the experiments. The pain from a gunshot and a cut throat. I’m trying to deal with it but it’s all too much to handle after ignoring it for so long. I used to think the pills didn’t work but now I see how much they lived up to their claims.
Every morning for the past month I've walked through the woods toward the city. Today I could see the lights clearly. I don’t want my job back. I don’t care I just I need the medicine. I need them to function or I’ll fall apart.
Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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