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sixwordstories2013-06-14 01:45 pm
ofdrumsthesound) wrote in sixwordstories2013-06-14 01:45 pm
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*Strolling across a war-torn plain.*
Just another stupid war. *He sighs and kneels by a dying soldier. And then gives him a mercy kill.* One of the few places where what I do is a kindness, in other words.
Which war? *she watches for a moment and has to look away*
Kindness...right.
Kindness...right.
It doesn't have a name. Not important enough, except to the people that die here.
It's just a skirmish between two tribes that never make it into the history books at all. Five years later there's a plague that kills everyone within a hundred miles before starving itself out, and their huts crumble into the mire without ever being found.
No one will ever know that anyone lived here. Except for you and me. *He smiles madly.* But then everything is forgotten eventually.
It's just a skirmish between two tribes that never make it into the history books at all. Five years later there's a plague that kills everyone within a hundred miles before starving itself out, and their huts crumble into the mire without ever being found.
No one will ever know that anyone lived here. Except for you and me. *He smiles madly.* But then everything is forgotten eventually.
The battle is done. Nothing here can harm us.
*He stops by a wounded man, uses his screwdriver to cauterize a bloody stump, and casually starts snacking on the lost and shredded limb.*
This is just another forgotten war. No one will remember in ten years but the two of us.
*He stops by a wounded man, uses his screwdriver to cauterize a bloody stump, and casually starts snacking on the lost and shredded limb.*
This is just another forgotten war. No one will remember in ten years but the two of us.
What? Oh.
Sorry. *He shoves the offending item into his pocket.* At least he won't bleed to death this way, right?
Sorry. *He shoves the offending item into his pocket.* At least he won't bleed to death this way, right?
You really think that will make me agree with it?
It's a life saved, if only for a little while.
I fail to see how that should make me feel happy or anything.
Sure, alright. Fine. It's a bit of a depressing spot anyway.
*He takes her hand and leads her away.*
*He takes her hand and leads her away.*
Mind you, I've been to battlefields that made that look like a picnic. Or even more like one, in my case. It's a good thing that War's Time Locked.
So, want to go on a nature walk instead? I know one where we can feed the trees fish!
So, want to go on a nature walk instead? I know one where we can feed the trees fish!
I thought it might.
*And he'll just be taking her to a very alien planet, kk?*
*And he'll just be taking her to a very alien planet, kk?*
Like the black plague?
It doesn't have to be forgotten you know. You could always write about it.
Yeah, pretty much.
But I've read the histories of this planet, and it wasn't mentioned anywhere. *He smiles madly.* Plus, there's something beautiful about the forgotten.
*And he starts to hum a tune.*
But I've read the histories of this planet, and it wasn't mentioned anywhere. *He smiles madly.* Plus, there's something beautiful about the forgotten.
*And he starts to hum a tune.*
*Furry, eight-winged 'birds' soar through the unusually thick air. A tree trunk snaps lazily at the Master's teasing fingers. Something in the underbrush goes "meep" nervously. It's a good day on Strandranggus Three.*
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