Wed Apr 02, 2003 8:00 am
Psychobabble2
"I CAN`T HOLD IT ANYMORE! I`M DAMAGED TOO MUCH!!"
The voice of my enemy that entered my cockpit through the intercom that I had connected to my new Sony2000 for enhanced quality, was filled with fear.
The poor guy.. he obviously knows that he`s staring death in the face right now and he must be fully aware that only few precious seconds part him from a meeting with his God..
Afterall, it wasn`t probablyeven his fault that he ended up on the other side of my devistating gunfire, he probably got drafted just like dozens of his buddy`s in this inter galaxian war that has been going on for longer than i can remember now..
Poor guy.
"I NEED BACKUP!!"
It almost makes me want to close my eyes, as i steer out of the loop i pulled myself into to get right behind this sorry enemy and rest my finger on the trigger of my Cerebus for a last shot, a sure kill.
"I..i can`t take it anymore.." the voice in the intercom trembles.. almost sounds calm now.. he knows it`s time for him..
The muscles of my righthand finger tighten the grip on the trigger.
Space is as dark as night and endless like your worst nightmare.
Death uphere is cold. Cold and lonely.
Like an endless hole where your soul will get lost and not even God can find you, save you..
The intense light of the powerfull green bundle of death that is unleashed by my Cerebus escapes the barrel of my gun and flashes towards my enemy.
For a moment, just a second in time, this dark universe looks a little brighter as i see his ship explode infront of me.
It`s funny, how death can seem miserable and beautiful at the same time.
It only lasts a second though, and as the fragments of what once was a proud fighter in the Liberty Navy swiftly get absorbed by the darkness of the universe, all returns black again..
Empty.
Solitude if the death of the human soul.
And the intercom remains silent once again..
"It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished, unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets"
-Voltaire-
The voice of my enemy that entered my cockpit through the intercom that I had connected to my new Sony2000 for enhanced quality, was filled with fear.
The poor guy.. he obviously knows that he`s staring death in the face right now and he must be fully aware that only few precious seconds part him from a meeting with his God..
Afterall, it wasn`t probablyeven his fault that he ended up on the other side of my devistating gunfire, he probably got drafted just like dozens of his buddy`s in this inter galaxian war that has been going on for longer than i can remember now..
Poor guy.
"I NEED BACKUP!!"
It almost makes me want to close my eyes, as i steer out of the loop i pulled myself into to get right behind this sorry enemy and rest my finger on the trigger of my Cerebus for a last shot, a sure kill.
"I..i can`t take it anymore.." the voice in the intercom trembles.. almost sounds calm now.. he knows it`s time for him..
The muscles of my righthand finger tighten the grip on the trigger.
Space is as dark as night and endless like your worst nightmare.
Death uphere is cold. Cold and lonely.
Like an endless hole where your soul will get lost and not even God can find you, save you..
The intense light of the powerfull green bundle of death that is unleashed by my Cerebus escapes the barrel of my gun and flashes towards my enemy.
For a moment, just a second in time, this dark universe looks a little brighter as i see his ship explode infront of me.
It`s funny, how death can seem miserable and beautiful at the same time.
It only lasts a second though, and as the fragments of what once was a proud fighter in the Liberty Navy swiftly get absorbed by the darkness of the universe, all returns black again..
Empty.
Solitude if the death of the human soul.
And the intercom remains silent once again..
"It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished, unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets"
-Voltaire-
