Broken hunger
Your mind races restlessly, desperately while trying to find something to cope with the last data from the past.
Each day, since you were left behind for your parents in that ruin, you were focused on The golden days Of the Empire of Earth. That and engulf in flames all the people make your life miserable, but that's a mere hobby compared with learning about the tech of the ancient world.
"And here I am, in a fucking real old empire ship and feel like ashes pushed back by a storm. Meanwhile, a damn flying head is following me like a fly; Certainly, my life is just perfect"
You are sitting on the bed, the only thing that remains in the room; It Could be just so easy let it go everything and die peacefully in the quiet embrace of the blankets.
Still, something is calling you, luring you to go outside; Strangely enough, you think It is not hostile towards you. At least, not for now.
Your feet move along without sending you a memo. As if two opposite forces are fighting for control a puppet.
At the close door finally, you recover the control about your own body, after all, you have gained another reason to live. Destroy that person. That and get rid of the fisto head before that bring me mad.
Each day, since you were left behind for your parents in that ruin, you were focused on The golden days Of the Empire of Earth. That and engulf in flames all the people make your life miserable, but that's a mere hobby compared with learning about the tech of the ancient world.
"And here I am, in a fucking real old empire ship and feel like ashes pushed back by a storm. Meanwhile, a damn flying head is following me like a fly; Certainly, my life is just perfect"
You are sitting on the bed, the only thing that remains in the room; It Could be just so easy let it go everything and die peacefully in the quiet embrace of the blankets.
Still, something is calling you, luring you to go outside; Strangely enough, you think It is not hostile towards you. At least, not for now.
Your feet move along without sending you a memo. As if two opposite forces are fighting for control a puppet.
At the close door finally, you recover the control about your own body, after all, you have gained another reason to live. Destroy that person. That and get rid of the fisto head before that bring me mad.