"Life was so boring. The same sh*t day in and day out. Until they called me... Heh! Now? Now my life is a FREAKING RUSH! I don't even know how a freaking lived before this! Now I can't stop... I WONT stop... Because I'll drop ANYONE who tries to take this high away from me..."
Freedom is initially scarier than constraint. Nothing to resist, nothing to hold you back. It dares you with a question: “What do you want to do?” as opposed to “What do you have to do?”
I was talking to my therapist. Denying my condition, chalking it up to some weird supervillain stuff. He said that I had disassociative Identity disorder...I laughed in his face and said with absolute certainty: "We are not multiple, we made it all up." I wanted to hit him in his face with how calm and cool his face was; and with the coolest tone I'd ever heard in my life he would say softly: "Who is we?"
"No see, I don't think like I'm saving the world. The fact is, it's cause I'm usually trying to challenge the strongest warriors or heroes I can find. But I can't bear the thought of innocent lives getting wiped out just cause I wanna fight the best. So I'll do all I can for them."
In an age long past, in many battles, when cold steel and gold ruled the world, one stood. Bloodied from the slain people of his home, his soul stained by the trials of combat and tainted beyond ascension, he chose the path of perpetual torment. In his ravenous rage he found no peace; and with boiling blood he scoured many lands seeking vengeance against the demon who had wronged him. Those that tasted the bite of his sword named him... Drusus.
Oh you think I'm perfect? You think it's a picnic being me?! I lost my father and my mother twice in the last three months alone. I got framed for a crime I didn't even commit and all because I wasn't fast enough to save those people in Suicide Slum. I'm not perfect, I don't lead the perfect life and sometimes...sometimes I fail.
I do things for people that fit my agenda. If it doesn't meet the requirements then you're on your own. We all believe this but I have the balls to say it to your face. Love me or hate me, you can't deny words from the heart.
“Things aren't always what they seem.Our fears can play tricks on us, making us afraid to change course, afraid to move on, but usually, hidden behind our fears are second chances waiting to be seized, second chances at life, at glory, at family, at love.
And these opportunities don't come around every day, so when they do, we have to be brave, take a chance, and grab them while we can.”
“I once sailed for a king. I obeyed men of privilege and wealth. Now, I bend my knee to no man. My only oath is to my crew and together we will take back what is rightfully ours. With blood and steel, we shall stand up to the powerful. Captains will curse our flag, and kings will fear it. As long as empires generate wealth and riches, we will be there to bleed them dry.”
"My mother once told me “Be not the slave of your own past - plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep, and swim far, so you shall come back with new self-respect, with new power, and with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old.” And that's what I did. And now evil will feel the power of the Tempest."
Have you ever wanted to hold the literal word "destruction" in your hands? Well, how about spooning it while whispering sweet nothings? You'd need to look no further than the Gepárd Anti-Material Rifle. A Hungarian classic, reminding us all of why they rules the world on horseback for so long when they birthed this beauty in '91. The Gepárd isn't shy, and lets it all hang out. Weighing a boastful 17.5 kilograms of fine craftsmanship, you'll have the fun option of just dropping this rifle on someone to kill them. You think it's just stunning when assembled? You should see her when she's all tucked in a weapons case, as it's easily dismantled for those long hiking trips to the most scenic of sniper's perches. Bullpup box magazine, for an intimate reload close to the chest. This mean sabretooth of weapon packs 12.7x108 MM Soviet Anti-Material cartridges, holding five of the angel-killing rounds in each box. Single bolt action, you'll have plenty of time to appreciate how it punches through 22 millimeters of reinforced tank armor like it was a wet wad of paper towel. Couple that with a anti-flare lens, 12x scope that sits all cute on the slide? Your victims will swear they heard Odin clapping his hands together well before they are erased in the most primal sense of the term. Pink paste, I'm talking about pink paste for days. So, you really need to ask yourself... Why storm a building when you can just take out the freaking building in five shots of pure destructive bliss?
We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create something that will. That's why I run. So that my past deeds won't define me... So that my legacy shines bright like a star. Like my dad, and his dad before him.
A regular person came up to me and began yelling at me because he didn't believe I had saved the day right. Well he told me:
"You owe it to the people to give them hope, you have to save us. You have no choice but to protect us. So don't be a b*tch and do your JOB!"
And I told him. "I don't want your hope. I don't want you to be hopeful. I want you to feel the panic, pain and fear I feel every day. Then I want you to act."
“I’m not wise at all. I told you, I know nothing. I know books, and I know how to string words together - it doesn’t mean I know how to speak about the things that matter most to me.“
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