FUCK ME, MYNOCK MAN.
God these past few days have been worse than the fucking fuckidy fuck. The shit’s starting to come on again and I’m freaking the tits out.
So anyway PV2 Ozakif is apparently a fucking force sensitive. MUCHO BUENO, TOTALMENTE. And he decided to fuck with Nea again, almost got into a fight with her. Had to fucking pull the two apart, seperate em, cuff both of em, and I almost kicked Oz out of my goddamn military.
He promised to get help though, from the Marran.
WELL. HE GOT THAT HELP ONE WAY OR THE OTHER. More on that later.
Anyway so I was talking with Vy the other day. The visions are getting bad again. I told her about them and stuff, and I told her I loved her like a sister for the first time. That felt nice to get off my chest, and the hug was too. But ju ALL AROUND. SO DARK. THEIR BODIES SO NUMEROUS THEY’VE BLOCKED THE SUN. YOU ARE ALL THAT REMAINS, YOU ARE ALONE, YOU ARE AFRAID. THEY COME FOR YOU. TAKING THEIR TIME, TAUNTING AS THEY SAVOR THE FEELING OF AN ASSURED KILL. THERE’S NOTHING TO BE DONE, NO ESCAPE FROM THE FINAL JUDGEMENT AND THE PAIN. CLOSER. CLOSER. CLOSER. CLOSER. CLOSER, CLOSER, CLOSER CLOSERCLOSERCLOSERCLOSERClosercloserclosercloserlcloserclsrlsclscslrlc~~_\/\/-/9\/-]]';’./’;
But it was okay. She told me she’d always be there, and I held her, and I knew that I’d have my sister and it was all going to be okay and maybe I needed to get some more help. It was claustrophobic though. I can smell it now, whether there’s a vision or not. It’s coming. I’m going to die.
But anyway, after Oz picked his fight and revealed his force-sensitivity I told him to get into contact with Master Ihlrath. He was unable to, and when he came into the bar the next day we spoke and shit. But there was a Sith there. And Ozakif was listening to the fucking Sith. He wanted to learn Sith things and was abusing his gift of the force for personal fucking gain and just… GOD!
It deteriorated relatively quickly. The Sith was using the most simple and flawed goddamn arguments and Ozakif was listening to her stupid ass. Goddamn. He wasn’t even arguing, he bought totally into the free power idea and just… I had to send him away, and unloaded my shotgun, and pumped nonexistant rounds into my chin. That stupidity brought every single piece of stress I’d felt over the past few days to a head, and it was either kill someone else, myself, or do something equally stupid. So I unloaded the weapon and just fucking fuck dick schutta fuck me myock man low speed cuntwaffledolphincockasspenispen0rlololderpderpderpwritingwhatthefuckisthatcaptain ahabdurkadurkaairbornedurkadurkahooahkillmenowpleasegod.
and the whore sent me a dear john.
Kill me now.