A Cure for the Itch
Jun 24, 2020 19:41:23 GMT -5
۞ KAT ۞ AKA Red Viper, Shari'Adune Forestsong, and 1 more like this
Post by Arnever Greyson on Jun 24, 2020 19:41:23 GMT -5
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I don't even know what year it is anymore. Guess it doesn't really matter. If Genn is still kicking around like a pup at his f*cking age then who's to say what's going to happen to the rest of us over the next fifty or so years. I use to think that not even father time would grant me the reckoning I desire. Maybe I'm right.
Maybe that's why this itch is back.
The war is over and 'peace' is back. Hoo-f*cking-ray. Rotting corpses are still shambling around and pretending they won't blight everything under the sun now because Sylvanas is gone. My father once told me the difference between a wise man and a smart man is that a smart man learns from his mistakes while a wise man learns from the mistakes of others. So what does that make someone that never learns from anyone's mistakes? Our leaders are fools.
It matters little. I've come to terms with the fact that this itch doesn't care about political lines, logic or any justification. People talk about it. The desensitizing of ones self to the acts they commit under the guise of war. That freedom. But -this- itch is different. It's not a freedom to embrace, it's a growing hunger to consume. To hunt. To extinguish that flame in the eyes and watch it desperately flicker. Forsaken or other.
I play to my vices and indulge whenever I can, I seek a distraction from that nagging predatory vacuum in my stomach that can't be sated. I need work. I need focus. But the itch is still there. Is this the mind of a soldier who took it a step too far? Or is it the realm of a beast reborn?
I don't even know what year it is anymore. Guess it doesn't really matter. If Genn is still kicking around like a pup at his f*cking age then who's to say what's going to happen to the rest of us over the next fifty or so years. I use to think that not even father time would grant me the reckoning I desire. Maybe I'm right.
Maybe that's why this itch is back.
The war is over and 'peace' is back. Hoo-f*cking-ray. Rotting corpses are still shambling around and pretending they won't blight everything under the sun now because Sylvanas is gone. My father once told me the difference between a wise man and a smart man is that a smart man learns from his mistakes while a wise man learns from the mistakes of others. So what does that make someone that never learns from anyone's mistakes? Our leaders are fools.
It matters little. I've come to terms with the fact that this itch doesn't care about political lines, logic or any justification. People talk about it. The desensitizing of ones self to the acts they commit under the guise of war. That freedom. But -this- itch is different. It's not a freedom to embrace, it's a growing hunger to consume. To hunt. To extinguish that flame in the eyes and watch it desperately flicker. Forsaken or other.
I play to my vices and indulge whenever I can, I seek a distraction from that nagging predatory vacuum in my stomach that can't be sated. I need work. I need focus. But the itch is still there. Is this the mind of a soldier who took it a step too far? Or is it the realm of a beast reborn?
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