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*this is just a character story*
I like this.He sat there, staring at the envelope that documented his demotion to Sergeant from Staff Sergeant. He felt the rage pulsing in his chest. Betrayed. All he felt was betrayed. Betrayed by those who he would call a friend, yet no more. To Forgive is to suffer. He will not allow the knife be turned anymore. The images of their faces popped in his head, turning his rage into pure hatred. They think they can judge me properly. They think I am a trooper deserving of such treatment. These type of thoughts spread throughout his mind as if a wildfire had caught fire. He could tell that there was a biased against him. He could tell for a while. It seemed like a conspiracy theory run amuck in his deranged mind. But there was a gut feeling, a gut feeling that hadn't gone away. Stark had tried his hardest to please the higher ups. In this moment of anger, he felt as if they overlooked all of the good he did. All of the troopers he had lifted from the arms of death. He wasn't the most sweet with his words, but never had malice behind any of his rhetoric. (Almost as if it's a character on a Roleplaying server). Stark could see now, every word of encouragement and assurance from the higher ups were just empty words. Fuckin' ingrates and their conniving politics Is all he thought.
*this is just a character story*
He sat there, staring at the envelope that documented his demotion to Sergeant from Staff Sergeant. He felt the rage pulsing in his chest. Betrayed. All he felt was betrayed. Betrayed by those who he would call a friend, yet no more. To Forgive is to suffer. He will not allow the knife be turned anymore. The images of their faces popped in his head, turning his rage into pure hatred. They think they can judge me properly. They think I am a trooper deserving of such treatment. These type of thoughts spread throughout his mind as if a wildfire had caught fire. He could tell that there was a biased against him. He could tell for a while. It seemed like a conspiracy theory run amuck in his deranged mind. But there was a gut feeling, a gut feeling that hadn't gone away. Stark had tried his hardest to please the higher ups. In this moment of anger, he felt as if they overlooked all of the good he did. All of the troopers he had lifted from the arms of death. He wasn't the most sweet with his words, but never had malice behind any of his rhetoric. (Almost as if it's a character on a Roleplaying server). Stark could see now, every word of encouragement and assurance from the higher ups were just empty words. Fuckin' ingrates and their conniving politics Is all he thought.
*this is just a character story*
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