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IC Chat / Me, us, them. The story and legacy.
« on: December 26, 2011, 02:07:11 PM »
Shit man. It's been a long time since I wrote. I'm not even sure what to write about. I don't even know if I can write properly... But I felt like I had to do this. One day. That day has come. This is my last letter to Emily.
Chapter I: Emily, Uncle, memories
Emily, my love, I still remember the last time I saw you, you were sleeping by my side, on that horrible, sad train full of people crying, that would lead us to one of the new cities composed by the Combine. I ask myself why, why that attitude?...
You shouldn't have done it... We could still be together if you hadn't done it... But I guess, it's our destiny, to live and die, together or apart... Oh Emily, my love... You're gone and I can't change it. I won't share any of my tears anymore, as they will go in vain.
Oh, Emily... What they did to Uncle... It's unforgivable, unforgettable and undeniable. But that's just a part of me. The rest belongs to you, and always will, until I die or someone forgets about me. They shall pay. They will pay. Every single one of them, I can promise you that. There isn't much left about me, except these new friends and enemies that I made. But that's a long story. Pull a chair and sit.
Chapter II: A long story
Right after they took you away, I had to go back to my new life. Not for long, but I was ordered to do so. Not that I liked it, not that I LIKE it. Everything, everyone was falling apart. People getting shot on the streets, chaos, disgraces, babies being thrown into plastic bags. I remember mumbling to myself, as I was acknowledging the fact that we are the last generation of Humanity. The world went from green to grey. Most of the trees were either sawed down or burnt, the other animal species were eradicated, but I still hope that some managed to escape, so that, one day if we have such luck, we will rebuild society like it used to be before this motherfucking invasion. All these thoughts were passing through my head when I was startled by some gasmask guy that tried to beat the fuck out of me just because I was leaning on the wall. There was no one on the alley at that time, I lost my mind, beat the shit out of him and threw him in the trashcan that was on my left. Ran like fuck, to the train, bought a ticket to City 45 with the money I had left after the old coin was exchanged by a new sort of currency. I spent the whole time thinking about what happened on that alley, until the train suddenly stopped and some gasmask dudes came in. My heart started beating so fast, that I thought that it was going to explode. I could feel everything at that moment, and I thought: "That's it, they got me. I'm going to be turned into one of those soulless freaks. One of them approached me. Seemed like a high ranked guy. As he opened his mouth, I wondered: It's my ending. But no. He asked me for my I.D, and I applied. He welcomed me to the new city, gave me a suitcase where I would carry all my shit from that moment on. "Thanks", I replied. Stepped out of the train station, grabbed a cigarette I had left in my pocket. Lighted it up, without anyone noticing, and walked to the local shop. I opened the door; saw a group of guys in a green, dirty old uniform and beanies on their heads. I walked in, said hello. A bald guy, who seemed to stand out from the others, whispered on my ear: "You look like the type. Now, drop that suitcase and that card, and tell us the story of your life." And so I did, getting in the local Resistance group. The first months were difficult, but I was already handling myself really good. We did a lot of shit together. Kane, Russel, Katsumoto, Kesh, Rachel, Amber, Lawrence, Shadix, Krumins, James and me. We spent months together. Kept saving each others' asses. But things didn't go out as planned. Kesh died, Rachel died, Amber died, Lawrence disappeared, Shadix as well, Krumins did too, but I found him again. Katsumoto disappeared on a cold night and I never saw him again. Russel... Nobody knows what happened. He's either dead or left to the outlands. Good guy. I'll never forget any of these. The only ones left were me and Kane. We stood together a lot of time, until Uncle was murdered. I had to leave for weeks to the city where they killed him, and find the guy responsible for it. I lost track of everyone who I had once rolled with. Months passed by, until I decided to forget my old life, and went to City 18. That's where I found him again, Kane, together with Eriks and Russel, but like I said, never saw the guy again since then. We helped a lot of people, hunted down a lot of CP officers. We did so much shit that we had the OTA and CP on our tails, about to inform other cities. The city was falling apart by then, so we went on a trip to the local Nexus, managed to delete all the info on us, I don’t remember how. Left for 23, where I'm writing this letter now. Kane’s here. We met a guy. He calls himself by Plague. Let’s see how things go. I just hope he’s not another trigger-happy anti-citizen that thinks he can fight Combine openly. That’s not how it goes. Maybe me and Kane can teach him about the old ways. Maybe not.
We're making history here. History that will change everything that you know and knew. We will fall, and rise, until we can't. United, forever, we will stay together. Until we die.
P.S: I'll write more of this shit if I don't die in the process or forget about it.
Chapter I: Emily, Uncle, memories
Emily, my love, I still remember the last time I saw you, you were sleeping by my side, on that horrible, sad train full of people crying, that would lead us to one of the new cities composed by the Combine. I ask myself why, why that attitude?...
You shouldn't have done it... We could still be together if you hadn't done it... But I guess, it's our destiny, to live and die, together or apart... Oh Emily, my love... You're gone and I can't change it. I won't share any of my tears anymore, as they will go in vain.
Oh, Emily... What they did to Uncle... It's unforgivable, unforgettable and undeniable. But that's just a part of me. The rest belongs to you, and always will, until I die or someone forgets about me. They shall pay. They will pay. Every single one of them, I can promise you that. There isn't much left about me, except these new friends and enemies that I made. But that's a long story. Pull a chair and sit.
Chapter II: A long story
Right after they took you away, I had to go back to my new life. Not for long, but I was ordered to do so. Not that I liked it, not that I LIKE it. Everything, everyone was falling apart. People getting shot on the streets, chaos, disgraces, babies being thrown into plastic bags. I remember mumbling to myself, as I was acknowledging the fact that we are the last generation of Humanity. The world went from green to grey. Most of the trees were either sawed down or burnt, the other animal species were eradicated, but I still hope that some managed to escape, so that, one day if we have such luck, we will rebuild society like it used to be before this motherfucking invasion. All these thoughts were passing through my head when I was startled by some gasmask guy that tried to beat the fuck out of me just because I was leaning on the wall. There was no one on the alley at that time, I lost my mind, beat the shit out of him and threw him in the trashcan that was on my left. Ran like fuck, to the train, bought a ticket to City 45 with the money I had left after the old coin was exchanged by a new sort of currency. I spent the whole time thinking about what happened on that alley, until the train suddenly stopped and some gasmask dudes came in. My heart started beating so fast, that I thought that it was going to explode. I could feel everything at that moment, and I thought: "That's it, they got me. I'm going to be turned into one of those soulless freaks. One of them approached me. Seemed like a high ranked guy. As he opened his mouth, I wondered: It's my ending. But no. He asked me for my I.D, and I applied. He welcomed me to the new city, gave me a suitcase where I would carry all my shit from that moment on. "Thanks", I replied. Stepped out of the train station, grabbed a cigarette I had left in my pocket. Lighted it up, without anyone noticing, and walked to the local shop. I opened the door; saw a group of guys in a green, dirty old uniform and beanies on their heads. I walked in, said hello. A bald guy, who seemed to stand out from the others, whispered on my ear: "You look like the type. Now, drop that suitcase and that card, and tell us the story of your life." And so I did, getting in the local Resistance group. The first months were difficult, but I was already handling myself really good. We did a lot of shit together. Kane, Russel, Katsumoto, Kesh, Rachel, Amber, Lawrence, Shadix, Krumins, James and me. We spent months together. Kept saving each others' asses. But things didn't go out as planned. Kesh died, Rachel died, Amber died, Lawrence disappeared, Shadix as well, Krumins did too, but I found him again. Katsumoto disappeared on a cold night and I never saw him again. Russel... Nobody knows what happened. He's either dead or left to the outlands. Good guy. I'll never forget any of these. The only ones left were me and Kane. We stood together a lot of time, until Uncle was murdered. I had to leave for weeks to the city where they killed him, and find the guy responsible for it. I lost track of everyone who I had once rolled with. Months passed by, until I decided to forget my old life, and went to City 18. That's where I found him again, Kane, together with Eriks and Russel, but like I said, never saw the guy again since then. We helped a lot of people, hunted down a lot of CP officers. We did so much shit that we had the OTA and CP on our tails, about to inform other cities. The city was falling apart by then, so we went on a trip to the local Nexus, managed to delete all the info on us, I don’t remember how. Left for 23, where I'm writing this letter now. Kane’s here. We met a guy. He calls himself by Plague. Let’s see how things go. I just hope he’s not another trigger-happy anti-citizen that thinks he can fight Combine openly. That’s not how it goes. Maybe me and Kane can teach him about the old ways. Maybe not.
We're making history here. History that will change everything that you know and knew. We will fall, and rise, until we can't. United, forever, we will stay together. Until we die.
P.S: I'll write more of this shit if I don't die in the process or forget about it.