The Wait

(THE FOLLOWING IS AN EXCERPT FROM A REBEL'S JOURNAL)


Major Shepard
Journal Entry # 7
Monday, January 5th, 2009


It's been weeks since our last battle. My wounds have almost completely healed, except for the heroic scar down the side of my arm. I'll have to live with it I guess. Oh well, it makes for a good conversation piece. It's not everyday you meet a man who was able to take out an entire army of nerf warriors while simultaneously wrestling two Bengal tigers into submission. It's a good thing those jet packs on the backs of the tigers malfunctioned as they did, otherwise I probably wouldn't have had enough time to disable that bomb that threatened the bus of school children hanging over the side of that cliff directly above the dynamite factory that sat between the orphanage and home for the elderly. Yeah, I got lucky.

We lost a lot of good men that day. Some didn't even make it past the shark infested lily pond. It's a shame. Most of those guys were pretty cool. I mean, I probably wouldn't hang out with any of them, but if I saw them at some kind of party or convention, I'd probably give them a head nod. But that's not important. What is important is that it's over. At least this battle is over. There are still more to come. I guess I'll just sit here and wait for the next. Psh, n00bs.

Disclaimer: Event described in the above post may have been somewhat over exaggerated and/or completely made up.