- Joined
- Oct 17, 2024
- Messages
- 26
- Reaction score
- 60
- Points
- 13
- Age
- 26
At the foot of the camp's gate you locate a small cassette player. The device is worn, but loaded with a tape.
Over the transparent plastic cover is a strip of masking tape with a crudely-drawn rendition of a bird.
Whether this is the sign of current or former ownership is unknown to you.
Given the potential of ally or enemy communications being housed on the device, you take it further into camp and decide to hit play.
**Click.**
.... Oh Jooohhnnnyy-boyyy... Are you listening?
Because your old friend Weaver and the rest of the Ninety-Eight Intel Division sure hopes you are!
What stupid fuckin' name do you go by now? "Moron"? "Voron"? It's "Voron", right? "The Raven"?
"Oh! The Eviw and Mistewious Waven is gonna kiww us!" HahahaAHHAHAHA!
Ahhh, what a fuckin' unoriginal name.
Anyways, how's our favorite fuckin' defect doin'? Gettin' your ass kicked by fuckin' the hand that feeds you? Thought so!
We've already tracked the rest of your piss-poor squad of traitors across Europe. Tryin' to be a real pain in the ass for the other cities, eh?
Shame, but I suppose GRID was full of weak-ass pussies, anyways. Don't worry though- we've already wiped the rest of that squad from the CCA's composition.
That way you and the others'll be completely forgotten rather than bein' remembered as bein' a problem! Now, if that's not called a courtesy, I don't know what is!
Speakin' of the squadmates you've left to die, how's your little rebel cell goin'? You tell 'em about yourself yet? Or did you lie to their faces?
What're you deludin' them with? That the reason you keep 'em at arms-length is because you're a "professional" with "nerves of steel"?
Not the fact that you are... physically incapable of any meaningful emotion or interpersonal connection? That you're a half-baked MemRep subject?
A medically-induced sociopath?
You can't even feel fuckin' loss except for that tiny bit of your mind left in that remembers you were once an actual fuckin' person.
... Let's say y'all win... The massive might of Our Benefactors is somehow bested, and y'all get your hippy-dippy post-occupation paradise.
Do you really think they'll keep you around? Like some... Half-lobotomized puppy?
You really think they'd consider you an ally, especially considerin' you have a contingency to kill every single one of them the moment they become a hinderance?
Do Lucas and that bitch of his know that you would kill them in their sleep by suffocation?
Does Joseph know that you would lace a lethal dosage of Morphine into that "nose-candy" of his?
Does Chance know that you would shorten the fuse on his grenades to cause instant detonation?
Oh... Do they not know? Man... If someone's hearin' this that isn't you, I am gonna fuckin' laugh!
If they kill you, I sure hope I'm in a spot to watch your execution!
But, I digress... John, stop deludin' yourself into thinking you've got a place outside of us.
Tell you what: you come by without any weapons, and we'll take care of that last lil' smidge of that mind of yours.
With your background, you'd make a fine member of the OTF. Hell, Peterovich is feelin' generous, he may even make you an Ordinal!
Certainly beats catching a bullet from us or your "friends"... Unless you wanna see that lil' brother of yours that badly.
Then again, I can't image it'd be a sweet reunion with him realizin' his big brother killed countless civilians.
You were high-up on the CCA ladder. You acted efficiently without concern for your "fellow man".
You had the makings of a model Combine soldier! There was no rational reason for you to defect...
Unless... Someone else got ahold of your leash? Send you off to "help" that bunch of idiots?
We'll figure out who nabbed you from us. In the meantime...
...
It's time to come home, John.
**Click!**
Over the transparent plastic cover is a strip of masking tape with a crudely-drawn rendition of a bird.
Whether this is the sign of current or former ownership is unknown to you.
Given the potential of ally or enemy communications being housed on the device, you take it further into camp and decide to hit play.
**Click.**
.... Oh Jooohhnnnyy-boyyy... Are you listening?
Because your old friend Weaver and the rest of the Ninety-Eight Intel Division sure hopes you are!
What stupid fuckin' name do you go by now? "Moron"? "Voron"? It's "Voron", right? "The Raven"?
"Oh! The Eviw and Mistewious Waven is gonna kiww us!" HahahaAHHAHAHA!
Ahhh, what a fuckin' unoriginal name.
Anyways, how's our favorite fuckin' defect doin'? Gettin' your ass kicked by fuckin' the hand that feeds you? Thought so!
We've already tracked the rest of your piss-poor squad of traitors across Europe. Tryin' to be a real pain in the ass for the other cities, eh?
Shame, but I suppose GRID was full of weak-ass pussies, anyways. Don't worry though- we've already wiped the rest of that squad from the CCA's composition.
That way you and the others'll be completely forgotten rather than bein' remembered as bein' a problem! Now, if that's not called a courtesy, I don't know what is!
Speakin' of the squadmates you've left to die, how's your little rebel cell goin'? You tell 'em about yourself yet? Or did you lie to their faces?
What're you deludin' them with? That the reason you keep 'em at arms-length is because you're a "professional" with "nerves of steel"?
Not the fact that you are... physically incapable of any meaningful emotion or interpersonal connection? That you're a half-baked MemRep subject?
A medically-induced sociopath?
You can't even feel fuckin' loss except for that tiny bit of your mind left in that remembers you were once an actual fuckin' person.
... Let's say y'all win... The massive might of Our Benefactors is somehow bested, and y'all get your hippy-dippy post-occupation paradise.
Do you really think they'll keep you around? Like some... Half-lobotomized puppy?
You really think they'd consider you an ally, especially considerin' you have a contingency to kill every single one of them the moment they become a hinderance?
Do Lucas and that bitch of his know that you would kill them in their sleep by suffocation?
Does Joseph know that you would lace a lethal dosage of Morphine into that "nose-candy" of his?
Does Chance know that you would shorten the fuse on his grenades to cause instant detonation?
Oh... Do they not know? Man... If someone's hearin' this that isn't you, I am gonna fuckin' laugh!
If they kill you, I sure hope I'm in a spot to watch your execution!
But, I digress... John, stop deludin' yourself into thinking you've got a place outside of us.
Tell you what: you come by without any weapons, and we'll take care of that last lil' smidge of that mind of yours.
With your background, you'd make a fine member of the OTF. Hell, Peterovich is feelin' generous, he may even make you an Ordinal!
Certainly beats catching a bullet from us or your "friends"... Unless you wanna see that lil' brother of yours that badly.
Then again, I can't image it'd be a sweet reunion with him realizin' his big brother killed countless civilians.
You were high-up on the CCA ladder. You acted efficiently without concern for your "fellow man".
You had the makings of a model Combine soldier! There was no rational reason for you to defect...
Unless... Someone else got ahold of your leash? Send you off to "help" that bunch of idiots?
We'll figure out who nabbed you from us. In the meantime...
...
It's time to come home, John.
**Click!**
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