Entry Two: Loneliness.


When I was a little boy, I was unfortunately living in sexist Ghent times where families just didn't have enough to raise a son and a daughter. Naturally due to feminazi standards, women were picked first as priorities since they were oh so superior. Thinking about it, it's no surprise that there are stories about units that violate them due to how egotistical these women have been. I've seen it happen live before, heck they offered me a chance to join in the act but I just coldly continued my way to the café while she was screaming for help and crying. I don't blame these guys, they went through the same junk as I did so it'd naturally create a thirst for revenge of sorts. Guess humiliation is their favorite method though as disproportionate as it is. When I was 10, they finally decided to toss me out to the wastelands to die. I literally had to pickpocket, kill wild animals, and whatever the heck one does to survive. I did that for a good 5 or so years, effectively learning how to assassinate at an age where kids would be in school learning world peace(as Ghent taught it that is). An officer from the Kartel army noticed my talents and picked me up for training. It was like salvation to me, as wrong as this path is in the eyes of others. I was fed, clothed, had a good source of entertainment, and had friends. Despite being trained to be a soldier, it was a better life than my hand to mouth existence. I got rewarded for doing stuff too, instead of being ignored for the other sex. While people in the other army shed tears for their wives, family, etc…I sadly have none of those to shed tears for. The soldiers I fight with, eat with, and mess around with are my family. I shed some Indian tears each time my closest comrades died in the field of battle at the briefings. Just that one silky tear rolling down your eyes and clouding your vision as memories rushed in of all the good times you've had with the person. As a hardened soldier, it's the ultimate sign of grief for one taught to be so emotionless. If there are Gods in this world, they sure have a sick sense of humor.