It was all hell; it was all suffering. Nothing in the world could make him happy no matter how hard he tried, not his interests, not eating his comfort foods, not even the people he loved. No matter what, this miserable world would not let him be happy. The older he got the more aware of everything he became the more he saw the ugly side of it all. Everything he thought he could trust turned out to be a lie, every bit of good he thought he could do for the world turned out to either be pointless or actively harmful to the thing he was trying to help. The only thing he thought he did right and was good were the things that made the people he loved happy. Even if he did not feel that happiness, he wanted to make them feel it. They were the only thing that made his life worth living, not the people how good he was just for doing his job, the job he had to do to put food on the table, not people asking him to be selfless and to suffer when that was ...
Shabaka spent no time in thought, she hadn’t the time, for as soon as she and Vito had made it to the sidelines, Amare stood in front of Bard, ready for xyr match against Tilian. He was cautious to approach, but eventually did stand against Amare. Smalls watched the pocket watch closely, waiting for the exact second the minute hand hit a new reference mark, giving him a clear point to count from. But then, he did not hesitate. “Start the fight!” Smalls shouted, and the confrontation between Tilian and Amare instantly went full throttle. Amare lifted xyr arms, causing two pillars of dirt to come jutting towards Tilian. He quickly dodged and went to bite at Amare’s hair. Just before he could get in range, Amare brought xyr right arm across their chest. The corresponding dirt pillar made a U-turn and came back towards Tilian. Tilian ducked just in time. To avoid being hit ...
Tilian analyzed the structure of the giant robot, it seemed to be rather crudely put together, but he could not quite figure out how. Suddenly, two figures in black armor rushed from the other side of the dig to in front of Bard. They were the BMC soldiers from before, the ones that Tilian and his siblings could not hope to survive against in a real fight. “Looks like we got a prison break,” said the BMC Soldier on the right. “And it seems to have been orchestrated by that Language Consultant the boss just fired,” said the one on the left. He looked directly at Bard. “Oh, you didn’t hear? Yeah, our employer does not want the secret of his new weapon getting out, so he is having us kill you, just like the last translator.” The two soldie...
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