Battle
12 November 2017: Recording #418
I was born in Anarchy
The Battlefield was my city
My Veteran general was my temporary caretaker
Boom -- a cannon goes off
My Veteran is gone
At a young age, my militia and I moved to another Checkpoint
I am put into a new Training ground
I am placed in an Armada
I am ranked in the middle
But the Leader of the armada chooses me
To berate me
To bully me
To toughen me
My Mission:
Annihilate all enemies
Work your way to the top
Become the General
It took seven years
A year later, I am placed in a different armada
I’m thirteen now
These Soldiers are different
clean, pristine, conformed
Not a drop of Blood on them
They see I’m different, and they mock me for it
But they don’t know
The struggle is real
Thirteen years worth of it
No, not with God as their only Defense
But underneath that gold little halo is Chaos
Manipulation and Envy
against me
And not even from the generals
But from the Privates and Lieutenants
I tasted a lot of salt for two years
At one point I wondered if I ought to taste my own blood
But that’s not what my Veteran taught me
So I took the issue to my Commander
The woman in charge
She reminded me of my Allies
My own Battalion from my post armada
“Keep fighting. Don’t let the smell of the Gun powder choke and kill you.
You have allies who are there for you regardless of your Battlestation.
These pale privates don’t know who they’re messing with”
But the armada base wasn’t so bad
I met one private who would have my respect till my dying breath.
Private Dominguez
That girl will be force to be reckon with on the battlefield
It was time to move again
This time to a women only base
Currently, where I am assigned
Here, women proudly wear their halos
Dented from cold, sleepless nights and old battle scars
I’m almost done
Conquering the enemy
Just one more year
Lieutenant Smith, signing out
End of recording