Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24652012-20141204034243/@comment-25316824-20150107170525

Blake lie in the wreckage and his thin tuxeudo did poor work in protecting his skin from the cold. He ate some snow for water and searched for a primate that the escape pod had splattered on its way down. The meat was raw but fresh. Blake knew that some animals, like cows, you could eat raw but not all of them. He decided to take his chances. He slowly took a bite. It tasted aweful and it only jabbed at his hunger.

After his frozen meal Blake searched for all of the dead bodies that had been throw out of the escape pod. He took off their clothes and took the clothing back to the wreckage. He was near frost bit but he tried to sleep that first night under the piles of clothes. He was warm and fed which usually sent him to sleep but he couldn't stop thinking about the horrors he had been through. In his sleep during his fueral he had seen the bottom of the abyss and it frightened him.

He thought about Kyle and envied him. Spartan Kyle never had to see the horrid bloodbath of seeing a man beheaded. He never had to see barbaric arenas that TWIO had to fight in or the Mandalorians massacring their own civilians to keep them out of resistance hands. He never had to see the great cities of New Eden fall or the hundreds of millions of people vomit their guts out in muscle spasms and people shake to an agonizing death induced by SARIN gas.

These were the horrors of war and it was a nightmare. He thought about the effect that these things had on him.

Blake "These horrible things change you.  If you are good then it amplifies you need to help people.  But if you are selfish as I was then you tell yourself the horrible things you must do to survive.  He thought that man was not ment to see these things.

He took out a piece of glass that he had pulled out of his eye which would had bled profusly had it not been for the freezing cold. He holds the glass to his wrist and starts to cut it. The pain shocks him but it also felt good in a twisted way. He liked and hated the way it felt. He stopped cutting. He threw the shard of glass away and lied down to go to sleep.

But sleep evaded him. He thought about the things that he wouldn't have to see if he wasn't around in the future. He thought about the horrors that he wouldn't have to see if he ended it and for the first time he really felt like noone would care if he died.

But then he found hope. He laughed. He really laughed. There was a silver lining. The snow had broken his fall and had saved his life. But more importantly the Chat had inplanted in him a chip that would track his location into his thigh. He could finally sleep that night knowing that someone somewhere was looking for him. He had finally found a saving grace.