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[02 Mar 2008|03:34pm] |
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[[Non Journal Entry]]
Heads or Tails: a simple choice.
Join up and be blessed with countless privileges and advantages, but in exchange… lose what? Your sense of self, your belief system; the very things that you’ve upheld without the use of a badge.
Refuse and be hunted, like an animal.
A shudder works its way down the length of your spine, reminding you of another time when instead of the hunter you were the hunted, a time better left forgotten in the passages of time.
You press a hand against the glass of your window and you inhale and exhale, weighing up the choices that have been presented to you by the American government. There is no oath of loyalty from you to this country, no unspoken vow to uphold its basic foundations.
Bethany Richards, you've never followed anyone else and every time you had you'd been dragged under the influence of filth and corruption. You made your own choices and forged your own path. You will not be shepherded like the masses, not now and not ever. If they want a fight then so be it, let they come and let them try. A monster you may well be, but you still have a soul and it's yours to keep, for better or for worse.
God help them if they try anything, with you or with Darian. Not that you lack faith in your lover's ability to look out for himself, but anybody lays so much as a finger on him and their head is as good as yours.
If a call to arms is what it'll take to live your life the way you always have then so be it: you choose Tails.
Let the war begin.
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