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A voice cuts through the military camp. The familiar voice of the bunker dweller.
"You ignorant, reckless fools.
I told myself you were vermin, but even rats have the sense to flee the flames. You? You lit the match yourselves and danced in the embers. You burned it all—homes, history, shelter, order.
Do you understand what you’ve done? Do you even grasp the weight of it? This town was more than a collection of crumbling walls and empty streets. It was a foundation, a structure. A place where survival was more than just scavenging through the ruins like desperate animals. And you destroyed it.
You think yourselves revolutionaries. Saviors. You are nothing but children with stolen knives, slashing at the world without a thought for what comes next. Fire does not care about your cause. It does not care who started it. It only consumes. And now? Now, you are left with ashes.
Do you think the Combine will mourn? Do you think they will fear you? No, they will laugh, because you have done their work for them. They do not need to break you when you are so eager to break yourselves. You have proven yourselves to be the very thing they believe you to be—weak, desperate, and undisciplined.
You disgust me.
The battery, the radio—I almost considered you worth something. Almost. But this? This is why you will never be more than victims. Because you do not build. You only destroy. You let this happen. Either through action or inaction, you let your rabble turn the only stable ground into cinders. I expected better from you. Perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps you are just as lost as the rest. Or perhaps this was your test—to see how far they could fall before they hit the bottom.
Tell me, was it worth it?
Was the fire warm enough?
Here I was hoping to have useful tools in this region for once, but nay, I am alone again. Consider my home off-limits. Consider the equipment you could have used to save your rabble to be gone. Without a source of water in this desert too, I'm sure things will get much, much harder. The water tower you relied on is gone, the water from my wells is off-limits. Enjoy the slow thirsting death."
Once that speech was given several small explosions tore through the old town. Targeted explosives, the water tower fell and crashed into the desert below. The little water it held now wasted.
[ https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachme...4f9d34a8fe94c1322238685bcd1755a3840f29055a4e& ] (this is the audio file if you want to hear it for yourself.)
"You ignorant, reckless fools.
I told myself you were vermin, but even rats have the sense to flee the flames. You? You lit the match yourselves and danced in the embers. You burned it all—homes, history, shelter, order.
Do you understand what you’ve done? Do you even grasp the weight of it? This town was more than a collection of crumbling walls and empty streets. It was a foundation, a structure. A place where survival was more than just scavenging through the ruins like desperate animals. And you destroyed it.
You think yourselves revolutionaries. Saviors. You are nothing but children with stolen knives, slashing at the world without a thought for what comes next. Fire does not care about your cause. It does not care who started it. It only consumes. And now? Now, you are left with ashes.
Do you think the Combine will mourn? Do you think they will fear you? No, they will laugh, because you have done their work for them. They do not need to break you when you are so eager to break yourselves. You have proven yourselves to be the very thing they believe you to be—weak, desperate, and undisciplined.
You disgust me.
The battery, the radio—I almost considered you worth something. Almost. But this? This is why you will never be more than victims. Because you do not build. You only destroy. You let this happen. Either through action or inaction, you let your rabble turn the only stable ground into cinders. I expected better from you. Perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps you are just as lost as the rest. Or perhaps this was your test—to see how far they could fall before they hit the bottom.
Tell me, was it worth it?
Was the fire warm enough?
Here I was hoping to have useful tools in this region for once, but nay, I am alone again. Consider my home off-limits. Consider the equipment you could have used to save your rabble to be gone. Without a source of water in this desert too, I'm sure things will get much, much harder. The water tower you relied on is gone, the water from my wells is off-limits. Enjoy the slow thirsting death."
Once that speech was given several small explosions tore through the old town. Targeted explosives, the water tower fell and crashed into the desert below. The little water it held now wasted.
[ https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachme...4f9d34a8fe94c1322238685bcd1755a3840f29055a4e& ] (this is the audio file if you want to hear it for yourself.)
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