The Captured Follower
You run at the sarkites. As you explode parts of your metal arm spread as shrapnel, further injuring those who aren't killed by the direct blast.
Still you die.
"You knew that other one would work. Its like some shitty pressure cooker. And with a valve open its losing pressure!" The voice in your head tells you.
"THAT MAKES NO SENSE IN A GUN!" You yell back angrily.
"Oh? Fuck you. You're the one who made the gun not me! Here. I'll give you another chance!"
A doorway opens in your mind. You see the door as well as the narrator, standing unknown in your mind.
Still you die.
"You knew that other one would work. Its like some shitty pressure cooker. And with a valve open its losing pressure!" The voice in your head tells you.
"THAT MAKES NO SENSE IN A GUN!" You yell back angrily.
"Oh? Fuck you. You're the one who made the gun not me! Here. I'll give you another chance!"
A doorway opens in your mind. You see the door as well as the narrator, standing unknown in your mind.