The Bloodbath
Feb 15, 2014 11:09:29 GMT -5
Post by rook on Feb 15, 2014 11:09:29 GMT -5
willis keeni
for everyday robots getting old
when our lips are cold
lookin’ like standing stones
out there on our ownMore screams, more blood. I pull away from the Tribute I was engaged with, taking a breather. I'm am always conscious about what's around me, paranoid that someone will attack me from behind. I feel so vulnerable. Vomit still dribbles down my chin, staining my uniform. Not a great start, was it? I feel sick to my stomach, and I'm scared that I'll throw up again. What if that's the death of me? I can't think like that. I can't.
I'm not hitting very cleanly. My hands are shaking too badly for me to get a good hit in on anyone. I'm a burden to Eye and the others. They should just go, leave me here to die. Better still, they should kill me. I wouldn't put it past them. I'm so damn pathetic. A stain on humanity. A drunk. Even now, when I am fighting for my life, all that I can think about is drinking, to make this all pass easier.
I've got nothing. Nothing to fight for. My eyes sting with tears as I take a step forward.
"I'm sorry..." I say, my voice shaking as much as my hands, "There's no other way!"
[Willis Keeni attacks Luke, Katana]
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[Severed Left Leg at Hip -- 10 damage]
I grab a terracotta jug, to my dismay it is empty. I curse under my breath, shoving that in my rucksack too.
[Willis Keeni picks up one Empty Water Jug]everyday robots just touch thumbs
swimmin’ in lingo they become
stricken in a status sea
one more vacancy
sword