War Journal
T-Minus four days until my crusade begins.
I'm sick. Not sick as in ill, but sick as in "sick and tired".
There are many things I'm sick of right now. I'm sick of rain. I'm sick of stubbing my toe on the skirting boards. I'm sick of mud. I'm sick of those damned birds waking me up at 4AM every morning with their chorus.
You get the idea.
But right now, there are two things that make me sick to the teeth more than anything else.
1) Robotnik and the Dark Egg Legion
2) The Freedom Fighters not really doing anything to stop him.
I guess I had better explain (for future reference). For a while now, my compatriots and I have lived in a small remote village of Knothole. Sounds peaceful, right? However, this is certainly not the case, as we constantly find ourselves at war with that psycho Doctor Robotnik and his armies. Thankfully, on most days it's easy to forget that our lives are at risk, as he doesn't usually attack Knothole directly, instead choosing to focus on an off-shoot of the Freedom Fighters.
Today, however, things were different.
Of course, things started out like any other day. I got up, had my breakfast, listened to some music, the usual stuff you do on an off day.
And it's about here where everything changed. One minute everything was nice and peaceful. The next, utter chaos. It turns out that Robotnik had somehow found a way to overpower NICOLE's defensive systems, allowing him and his forces to attack us. Of course, the Freedom Fighters were able to beat him back (and I doubt he'll be trying that again), but by that time, the damage had already been done.
Thankfully, the attack hasn't killed anyone (that I know of), but it has put an awful lot of people in the hospital.
Usually, I'd begin to wrap things up around here, writing something clichéd like "I hope this war ends soon".
But something else happened today.
You see, someone near and dear to me was hospitalized today.
Of course, it's nothing more than minor concussion and she should be back to normal very soon, but this whole thing has left the both of us a bit shaken. It has also left me feeling shocked, saddened and most of all, absolutely livid.
As you can imagine, when the attack was eventually repelled, I went straight to the Freedom Fighters and demanded to know just what had happened and why the Freedom Fighters hadn't shut Robotnik down already.
They just gave me the usual crap about how they were always trying to stop him, but would never use lethal force, as it would "make them like him".
Bullshit.
Sure, they do try and stop Robotnik wherever he happens to be, I'll give them that. But the main problem here is that when they stop him, he only gets back up again. In fact, this whole war is continuing just because the Freedom Fighters don't have the balls to put him down.
In fact, I don't think anyone else here has the guts to do what's necessary to end this bloody struggle.
Well, if they won't do anything about it, I'll just have to do it myself.
Someone once told me that in any situation, one being can make all the difference. That's what I intend to do over the coming weeks: make a difference.
It's time to take Robotnik and his cronies out of the equation. Permanently.
All I need to do before then is go up to Station Square and get a few "supplies", if you will.
Of course, I still plan on giving the Freedom Fighters the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps they are indeed right with their mantra, just not in the execution of it. I'll avoid killing for now. But if the worst comes to the worst, I mustn't hold back. Not for anything.
Anyway, I'd best end things here. I've got a lot of work to do.
The next time I write in here, things should have begun to change.
Hopefully, for the better...