NapalmAndFriends
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I just thought I might give my writing skills a go. BEWARE. This fanfic could, in fact, be horrible.
Light. What a simple, almost irrelevant thing. Not irrelevant, of course, it's just that everyone takes it for granted, even more so than water and sexual rights. Light doesn't seem to affect those damned cops though; everything is bright for them. Even the groceries, but I don't see how.
These were the thoughts going through a purculiar brain function in the "rebel's" head. Fortunately for him, there was nothing rebelious about his person, except for his thoughts. But everyone had those thoughts, those who still had the humanity to cry.
"Alright, let's get these shitheads", a voice proclaimed loudly. Muffled, but still quite clear, it continued, "this is a simple search-and-destroy operation. We've been through this dozens of times. Any questions?" One gloved hand was raised. It belonged to a man in bullet-proof armour with a white gas mask. As the man slumped to the floor, his wound smoking, the first man (who was wearing almost identicle equipment) yelled, "The faithful Do Not Question!"
Light. What a simple, almost irrelevant thing. Not irrelevant, of course, it's just that everyone takes it for granted, even more so than water and sexual rights. Light doesn't seem to affect those damned cops though; everything is bright for them. Even the groceries, but I don't see how.
These were the thoughts going through a purculiar brain function in the "rebel's" head. Fortunately for him, there was nothing rebelious about his person, except for his thoughts. But everyone had those thoughts, those who still had the humanity to cry.
"Alright, let's get these shitheads", a voice proclaimed loudly. Muffled, but still quite clear, it continued, "this is a simple search-and-destroy operation. We've been through this dozens of times. Any questions?" One gloved hand was raised. It belonged to a man in bullet-proof armour with a white gas mask. As the man slumped to the floor, his wound smoking, the first man (who was wearing almost identicle equipment) yelled, "The faithful Do Not Question!"
