
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@ungovernablyVainglorious It felt like I was in that fucking jungle for twenty sweeps. Killing those rebels was easy. Barely even needed my psionics, not that I had a choice in using them. They were untrained. Undisciplined. Scared. Stupid. I hardly remember any of it. But setting fire to those caves....watching those grubs cry out in pain. Seeing it from their point of view as they reached out in desperation towards me.... I see it every day. Just like all my memories. Played on an endlessly rewinding tape. I thought constantly witnessing my own death was bad. My own butchered corpse. Throttled, shot, stabbed, broken, beaten. But this is worse. I wish they fought back. I wish they could have killed me. I haven't been able to live with my psionics since. I haven't been able to keep the tape from rewinding. It's only been a few cycles, but it feels like a year. Every word is getting longer. The fire is getting hotter. These bugs are buzzing louder. Screams aren't ending... If I stop moving, then time stops. Then I'm stuck in that fucking jungle forever. Grains of sand in a shrinking hourglass... They were right. I need to get out of here. I need to kill them all. I need to end it now. I need to block out the memories. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. I have to keep moving. You did what you had too πΌπππππ’ πππ

