Normal Again
A letter from Agent Orbital
I just wanted to be normal. To be able to lead a normal life. I got my wish didn't I?
My code names Orbital, I work for the British Secret services. After a confrontation with an insane scientist the right side of my face and my right hand were horribly scared. Well, disintegrated might be a better word for it. Thanks to technology for the secret service I was kept alive.
Lucky me.
There was no way to repair the damage done to me. No way to hide it. People would look to me with shock, my own wife could no longer look at my face. My daughter, only 7 screams and cries at the very sight of me. This is what nightmares are made of. I could know longer go out in public, and I had to kiss my old undercover job goodbye and say hello to desk work. I couldn't possibly work as an agent anymore, everyone now knew my face. If you could even call it that anymore.
Why am I writing this? To make you understand why I did what I did, in hope that maybe you and others can find it in your hearts to forgive me someday.
It was while I was working my new desk job at the Secret service when I came upon an interesting file, on about the annual, destructive Twisted Metal contests held by that maniac Calypso. The most wanted man on the planet. Turns out that he was finally dethroned, by the even more sadistic Sweet Tooth. As I read on I learned more about the tournament. Of course everyone on the planet knew about it, and feared it. Though few knew what purpose it served. Then I found out what the prize was.
A wish, a single wish was granted to whoever won the contest. That was the reason so many people threw there lives away in the tournament. How could I not jump at this opportunity? Who you not have done the same in my shoes? This was my chance, my only chance to be normal again. To be able to get my family back.
So I made the worst mistake of my life, one that would effect the planet. I entered the tournament. With a special car I got from the agency, who thought it would be a good idea to have an agent in the competition, and a weapon I created years back, one that won me the code name Orbital. A special energy ball that would pull people towards it, and for a few seconds freeze all electronics.
It was a long bloody battle, but I won, I killed everyone else for the sake of my wish. It survived, I was the victor. Yahoo.....
I saw Sweet Tooth, and demanded he grant my wish, to make me normal like the next man. I should have been more careful, I shouldn't have even entered the damn contest. I should have known he would twist my words.
I'm sure you know what happened next, I was normal again, in a way. When I saw what Sweet Tooth....what I had done I broke into tears. I was normal again, because now everyone had the same disfigurement as me. My coworkers, my wife and even my daughter. She doesn't run away from me anymore at least. But my wife could never look at me again, for what I had done.
I hope after you read this you understood what happened. I was a victim, but yes you should also know that you, your family and everyone you know has been scarred because of me. I will enter Twisted Metal again to try and make it right. But please understand.....
I just wanted to be normal again. Please, can anybody ever forgive me?
To whomever may find this letter, please find it in your heart to forgive me.
A letter from Agent Orbital
I just wanted to be normal. To be able to lead a normal life. I got my wish didn't I?
My code names Orbital, I work for the British Secret services. After a confrontation with an insane scientist the right side of my face and my right hand were horribly scared. Well, disintegrated might be a better word for it. Thanks to technology for the secret service I was kept alive.
Lucky me.
There was no way to repair the damage done to me. No way to hide it. People would look to me with shock, my own wife could no longer look at my face. My daughter, only 7 screams and cries at the very sight of me. This is what nightmares are made of. I could know longer go out in public, and I had to kiss my old undercover job goodbye and say hello to desk work. I couldn't possibly work as an agent anymore, everyone now knew my face. If you could even call it that anymore.
Why am I writing this? To make you understand why I did what I did, in hope that maybe you and others can find it in your hearts to forgive me someday.
It was while I was working my new desk job at the Secret service when I came upon an interesting file, on about the annual, destructive Twisted Metal contests held by that maniac Calypso. The most wanted man on the planet. Turns out that he was finally dethroned, by the even more sadistic Sweet Tooth. As I read on I learned more about the tournament. Of course everyone on the planet knew about it, and feared it. Though few knew what purpose it served. Then I found out what the prize was.
A wish, a single wish was granted to whoever won the contest. That was the reason so many people threw there lives away in the tournament. How could I not jump at this opportunity? Who you not have done the same in my shoes? This was my chance, my only chance to be normal again. To be able to get my family back.
So I made the worst mistake of my life, one that would effect the planet. I entered the tournament. With a special car I got from the agency, who thought it would be a good idea to have an agent in the competition, and a weapon I created years back, one that won me the code name Orbital. A special energy ball that would pull people towards it, and for a few seconds freeze all electronics.
It was a long bloody battle, but I won, I killed everyone else for the sake of my wish. It survived, I was the victor. Yahoo.....
I saw Sweet Tooth, and demanded he grant my wish, to make me normal like the next man. I should have been more careful, I shouldn't have even entered the damn contest. I should have known he would twist my words.
I'm sure you know what happened next, I was normal again, in a way. When I saw what Sweet Tooth....what I had done I broke into tears. I was normal again, because now everyone had the same disfigurement as me. My coworkers, my wife and even my daughter. She doesn't run away from me anymore at least. But my wife could never look at me again, for what I had done.
I hope after you read this you understood what happened. I was a victim, but yes you should also know that you, your family and everyone you know has been scarred because of me. I will enter Twisted Metal again to try and make it right. But please understand.....
I just wanted to be normal again. Please, can anybody ever forgive me?
To whomever may find this letter, please find it in your heart to forgive me.