Are You Telling Me to Stain My Hands?
By: Xuelian
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Author's Note: Ok, I'm very bored, so I'll try and write a fic- Beware, For that sound you here is a cow trampleing Afghanistan. Or not.
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How did I get here. Why did this happen. Does it matter? No, it probably doesn't. Irony. What? I'm bleeding? Oh, there's my sister. Lucky me. So. Vice wants me to make a choice? Hah. It's truly funny. I either have to burn the town and spread the 'spirit' of liberation, Or fight under the false guise of a villian. Either way, the villiage gets burned. How ironic. I am not even able to stain my hands to acheive my ideals. Well, for better or for worse, I now know. There's no way out... But I'll still try...
"So, How about it?"
"Vice. Leonard. My trusted friends. Have you realized that you're killing your own countrymen? While you're supposed to be SAVING them?"
"Ha! Funny. You know they don't want to be saved. They will not fight. And anyway, I didn't give the order. It was Duke Ronway. So, how about it? Are you willing to stain your hands to acheive your ideals?"
"No. I will NOT burn this village!"
"Really. Well. Soldiers, you know what to do with him!"
Oh. Smart move, genius.I really have to learn to shut up sometime.
"Well, heads up! Here they come, boys!"
"WHAT!? We have to fighet THEM!? We're half-dead as it is!"
Wow. The commen soldier just pointed out something that I didn't notice. Oh boy. We're doomed.
"Don't worry, we'll still win. It's no problem."
"Haha. You're crazy!"
Sara. That girl is just...weird. But she's right! How are we going to win? Half of my soldiers are almost dead!
-And so the battle commenced.-
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Author's Note: Yea, I may continue with the story. Ah, lesse, the hiding, then the battle with Aloser-haha, that name cracks me up- Then I might do the battle where Aloser joins- A, ah, "No turning back now." refection thingy. Sounds nice?
By: Xuelian
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Author's Note: Ok, I'm very bored, so I'll try and write a fic- Beware, For that sound you here is a cow trampleing Afghanistan. Or not.
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How did I get here. Why did this happen. Does it matter? No, it probably doesn't. Irony. What? I'm bleeding? Oh, there's my sister. Lucky me. So. Vice wants me to make a choice? Hah. It's truly funny. I either have to burn the town and spread the 'spirit' of liberation, Or fight under the false guise of a villian. Either way, the villiage gets burned. How ironic. I am not even able to stain my hands to acheive my ideals. Well, for better or for worse, I now know. There's no way out... But I'll still try...
"So, How about it?"
"Vice. Leonard. My trusted friends. Have you realized that you're killing your own countrymen? While you're supposed to be SAVING them?"
"Ha! Funny. You know they don't want to be saved. They will not fight. And anyway, I didn't give the order. It was Duke Ronway. So, how about it? Are you willing to stain your hands to acheive your ideals?"
"No. I will NOT burn this village!"
"Really. Well. Soldiers, you know what to do with him!"
Oh. Smart move, genius.I really have to learn to shut up sometime.
"Well, heads up! Here they come, boys!"
"WHAT!? We have to fighet THEM!? We're half-dead as it is!"
Wow. The commen soldier just pointed out something that I didn't notice. Oh boy. We're doomed.
"Don't worry, we'll still win. It's no problem."
"Haha. You're crazy!"
Sara. That girl is just...weird. But she's right! How are we going to win? Half of my soldiers are almost dead!
-And so the battle commenced.-
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Author's Note: Yea, I may continue with the story. Ah, lesse, the hiding, then the battle with Aloser-haha, that name cracks me up- Then I might do the battle where Aloser joins- A, ah, "No turning back now." refection thingy. Sounds nice?
