It can't be over. I didn't lose, and yet… here I am, missing parts on my head, my whole left arm, slash from a sword running right down my middle. It hit my emblem… the core of almost all netnavis.
Already now I feel myself fading away. Everything is becoming neon-colored or faded. That rugged little bastard stands over me. No laughter. No tears. He just stands there, waiting for me to die, like a vulture would. Waiting for my program data. Maybe I'll be lucky, he'll feel sorry and rebuild me.
But who would reprogram a sorry little coward?
No one.
Not that I had anything to live for. My life is filled with sadness, losing my net-op, wandering into the Uranet when I was very young. I only had… him. He was so dear to take me in. I loved him like a brother, or a father, even though we were cousins. He'll avenge me. I'm so sure.
Everyone in the past called me weak, and this event only proves them more right.
But hey… no one's perfect.
I wonder where I'll go once I'm gone? Is there a heaven, a hell? Maybe I'll be born again as a virus. Live the mindless life of a Shrimpy, or a Mettaur.
I feel numb everywhere now. Everything is shrouded in mist and the other navi has left. My body is evaporating… rising into thin air, just like water. Is this what happens when anything dies?
Goodbye… Drillman… Anetta…
…P…Puku…
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I always believed these two were connected because they look so much alike.