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23rd Shatter



There wasn't even a time where in this world that I have, I have hung out with the closest people that I can re-call on my memories. Yet memories decide to go either both ways, either in your eyes, it hurts, or in your heart it hurts, or vice-versa on where it doesn't hurt at all to remember. At times, there were moments that linger on your head, on how, upon the re-occuring statement, of deja-vu, it's just in your head, that you CLEARLY remember something that you did once in your life, that apparently stuck to you, as if it WAS a part of you.

Now, I may ask, combine these memories, the hurtful ones, PLUS that part of life of you was destroyed, within this nightmare-ish hell that you all so called Battlefield. It's not even worth mentioning the name, to see if your REAL home, is in shambles, and yet, everything still works. It sucks enough to see no survivors, to the point that this world became desolate in the first ******** place. Everyone of us, apparently, was blanked out of our humanity, of what it is under my vision, in this post-apocalyptic wasteland. It's as barren dry, as it gets. I doubted myself in shame, when I saw, pockmarks and craters, within the ruined apartment complex of the garage doors, card all destroyed, and such, and I KNEW, it was going to hurt, because the neighborhood that my so called, "troops", and I passed through. The ruined school, the park, all dead and arid, the alleyways, all blocked from the debris that buildings collapsed over.

I just want this to be over.

I never want to see the world like ******** HELL!


(This is the moment where my character transforms from 23rd Break into 23rd Shatter. By the way, you WILL need Insane Black Rock Shooter to stop this character from berserking the place.)