[That experiment had been the last, bloody, straw. Not only did he learn about the volunteers setting off a bomb and sentencing the cultists death the night before, but, he went and blabbed some of his very few well kept secrets to some of his friends the day after.
Damn it, he hated this. He was so sick of it. Why was he just always being thrown about in this world? Why as his hero face becoming so much harder to keep glued on over all his unimportant problems?
All that raw emotion stewing inside, the anger, the frustration, the sadness of it all has just made him run off to the battle dome for a bit.
He wants to siphon his anger out and he'll do that by hitting some moving targets for awhile. And when he's in and programming some of the targets, he tries to remained focus on the terminal, trying to cut out all other noise for the time being.]
[Action , Septemeber 26th ]
Damn it, he hated this. He was so sick of it. Why was he just always being thrown about in this world? Why as his hero face becoming so much harder to keep glued on over all his unimportant problems?
All that raw emotion stewing inside, the anger, the frustration, the sadness of it all has just made him run off to the battle dome for a bit.
He wants to siphon his anger out and he'll do that by hitting some moving targets for awhile. And when he's in and programming some of the targets, he tries to remained focus on the terminal, trying to cut out all other noise for the time being.]