The following hours of rest before the operation were rather restless. I lay awake in my bed watching two things, the ceiling and the clock. I've been thinking of our humanity while I tossed and turned in bed. Everyone focuses on creating guns, armor and ammunition. I mean, everyone in Hawaii has a fucking gun. We spend so much time on them instead of developing cars and boats. I'm not against weapons but I can easily imagine being stuck on the island because people don't focus on vehicular transportation.
Another thing I've been thinking of is the brutality that we depend on. I see at least five fights a day and this isn't an exaggeration. On a different note, why are those Rangers so damn familiar? I recognize Dmitri but... Wait, was that Dmitri in my dream? I need to think over this, and I've got time.. Three hours and counting.
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After the Flash; Stories From Pearl Harbor
Action{Read to bottom} Brutal Non-forgiving Cruel Evil These are the words that describe the world you're about to be introduced to. Follow the documented lives of Vickers, Dmitri and Francis as they served in the Republic Rangers. Based on the roleplayin...
