I do not own anything in the Unreal saga, all ownership belongs to Atari and Epic Games.
Why do I fight?
Prologue:
Nineteen
years… nineteen God forsaken years… Why do I continue to do this?
Why don't I just walk away? All I've ever known has been
desecrated in my face… all I've ever loved has been destroyed
while I stood powerless to do anything… Who am I? Some say I'm a
soldier, some say I'm a competitor, some say I'm a killer… I
don't know what the hell I am anymore. How can you label something
like me? I'm not even a man anymore… I lost my humanity a long
time ago… Nineteen years… God why have I been doing this for so
long? Why have I let myself become what I am? Why do I keep
fighting?.. All this violence… all this killing… what is it good
for in the end? Nothing. Liandri's stock goes up a quarter of a
cent every time some worthless carcass like me bites it. A quarter of
a cent for a life… is that how worthless our lives all are? I'm
sorry, I guess I should start at the beginning. There was a time when
I wasn't this jaded, pathetic excuse for a human being that I am
now. There was a time that I had high hopes. There was a time that I
dared to dream of a better day… now I see how stupid I was back
then to think there was hope for my life… none of us have hope, at
least none of us in this damned "tournament". I was nineteen
years old, I remember it like it was yesterday… how I wish that
memory would die…
Told you this is dark, and it only gets more so that way. Hope you will like this story.
