War and peace. I knew I shouldn't be musing, but I couldn't help but think about all the things that happened so far for us to be in this fvcked-up situation in the first place. From the sudden changes of my life in the hands of the Primzahls to my enslavement as a Nenner; to meeting Lise, to our first rebellion and exodus from the Furnace, all the way to the establishment of the village and its subsequent fall; a lot has happened in the years that followed the abrupt end of my peaceful life. Was it a punishment for being a mediocre guy in my previous life? Or was it just an effect of having horrible luck? I didn't know, and frankly, I wish I didn't have the urge to think too much about it. If all else, I should be focusing on the now instead of musing on the events of the past.
Then again, I probably would do anything else if I could escape the blinding pain that came to the forefront of my mind as soon as I woke up.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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