by Lukas on November 18th, 2010, 5:59 am
47th day of Fall, 510 AV
"You can get passed a dog, no one messes with a Lion" This thought runs through my mind on a constant basis. A dog, what the humans call a mans best friend, kept as a pet often referred to as a loved member of the family. Was the old man trying to say that no one wants to fight a lion, or that no one wants a lion. A wolf father, that was a Dog, or at least close to it, and all I have left of him is that silver fang cap. To really be wanted I have to make that effort, but in a place that treats you as an outsider how do I show my usefulness. I can fight I could easily help protect this place, or I could kill someone who is undesired here. It makes no sense to me how to make my mark, how to find something/someone who can help channel a sadness and rage that forced me to leave the pride. I'm not an animal, well I'm more animal than I like being anything else.
"Sarge, is it man's nature to be evil, or are we essentially good, and corrupted by desire?"
"Good Question, Smitty. PLA-TOON, TEN-HUT! On command, you will consider this question! PLA-TOON! PON- (wait for it!) DER!"
The men of the 3257th Philosophy Battalion (the Descartes Demons)
CS
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