I feel like I’m surrounded by people who don’t know what they’re talking about. Stupid people who can’t or won’t comprehend their flaws, or the consequences of their actions. Foolish people who react rather than act, as if they were no better than animals. And because I’m surrounded by them, I’ve become one of them. I hate having to play their idiotic games by their idiotic rules, but at the same time I have to. I have to because I’m not any better than them, not really. I’m as fallible and stupid as the rest of them.
I’m tired. I’m worn out. It’s not physical exhaustion. That can be cured with a good night’s sleep. The bodily wounds will all heal.
It’s boredom that saps my strength, makes me feel weak, almost lethargic. The sheer monotony of fighting only one enemy, again and again, whether we win or lose. The victories and the defeats have ceased to have any meaning for me. So if you’re wondering why I’m taking a break from fighting the Bryn, it’s because I need a change of scenery, I guess. Maybe that sounds ridiculous, or immature, or callous, or even evil. But it’s true.
I won’t deny that they’re monsters. But I miss when the monsters were willing to talk, at least. This… this is just beating a braindead beast. I’m sick of it.
I’m tired. I’m worn out. It’s not physical exhaustion. That can be cured with a good night’s sleep. The bodily wounds will all heal.
It’s boredom that saps my strength, makes me feel weak, almost lethargic. The sheer monotony of fighting only one enemy, again and again, whether we win or lose. The victories and the defeats have ceased to have any meaning for me. So if you’re wondering why I’m taking a break from fighting the Bryn, it’s because I need a change of scenery, I guess. Maybe that sounds ridiculous, or immature, or callous, or even evil. But it’s true.
I won’t deny that they’re monsters. But I miss when the monsters were willing to talk, at least. This… this is just beating a braindead beast. I’m sick of it.
