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It's funny because we make a big deal about one day and act like it can change everything but if we're powerful enough as a society to create this holiday, it's able to actually work and we can feel like something has changed positively. It’s what you make it to be. It can be another day and you can wake up and say that everything is the same or you can truly commit belief to the idea that optimism of reflecting on your year, and realizing that you have advanced another year. You are one year wiser, more experienced, more learn-ed. You are progressing even if you feel stuck.
((Alright alright. So. This is it. This is the whole thing. The reason why Monty is kind of...like the way he is. Well, mostly. Alright. So. let's get this judging story on the road~! ))
Please understand, I wouldn't want to put this on you if I could do any better, dahlin'. But I...i need to get this off my chest. I honestly need to. Please! Liste-LISTEN TO ME PLEASE!! S-sorry, I just...It's eating me from the inside-out, this guilt. For god knows how long, I've kept this guilt locked away inside of my head. I-I would tell them but I'm scared. I cannot go another sleepless night with this GUILD eating away at me, you must understand! So please, LISTEN! ....You will listen? Truly? I....Thank you. I suppose I should...start from the beginning.
I'd been working at the Bureau for maybe a year-and-a-half. I'd seen many things, TERRIBLE...things, fascinating things, and bizarre things during my stay there. I was told the reason I worked as a junior research assistant was because of my ah..."circumstances". You remember that one, right? I've told you, it's the one that made me end up in this place!
A-anyways, I was recently put under the watchful eye of a Dr. Olga Sewell, a vulture of a woman who looked like a husk of a person she once was. Her hair was always sleeked back into a tight bun, and her eyes were grey, almost black, much like her bitch heart. She monitored several dangerous....
Hm? What? Oh yes. We do more than just speak to them and preform tests on them. Most of our observations come from a place where we are safe. A security room. We observe things from there.
ANYWAYS, Dr. Olga...she was cruel, mean, harsh. She abused the A-Personal, using them like they were going out of style. What? Oh. I mean that is that we're supposed to treat them nicely. Olga she...she scared me. I'd seen her do some pretty unethical stuff to the A-Personal. Heh, I know. Ironic, isn't it? Well, it was unethical in our standards, mind you.
It was with Dr. Bitch-face that I'd discovered that fucking lizard, S-69G. I've shown you pictures. It's not the same effect, believe me. It...it smelled like rot and hate. You could feel the hate...I....
I'm getting lost in the memory. I probably....No, you're right. I've started this so I shall finish this! S-69G was a literal nightmare. It'd eaten the assistant before me, so I figured it assumed I was its next meal. I'd seen it eat and....
I should probably mention that S-69G was not the only thing deadly here. Put your jaw back in place, you'll catch flies like that! We had something that decayed everything it touched, That Rake thing, and funnily enough a demonic puzzle box. Oh don't LAUGH! You'd be surprised at how many things you see in movies we have here! For gods sake, WE HAVE A ZOMBIE VIRUS!!! Oh, stop LAUGHING! It's terrifying to do experiments with that! I'd rather have hot, steamy sex with S-69G!! YES IT'S THAT BAD! PLEASE STOP LAUGHING!!
A-HEM! Are you done yet? Good. Now, Dr. BDSM had a sudden want to preform some tests on S-69G. Well, more than usual. I cannot say what kinds we did, lest I earn some form of memory wipe. I shit you not, so now can I continue without being interrupted? Thank you.
BACK ON TOPIC! Dr. BDSM had sent a girl in there. I call her a girl because she couldn't have been more then 20. It was...I...
Memories. Painful. I...apologize. I yelled at Dr. Olga. "Are you going to let her die?!?" I shouted over and over again. I don't remember much of what was said besides that. She restrained me. She forced me to watch her as she was torn to pieces. I must've not thought about it, I didn't have...much control over it. I meant to push the acid button, not the button that'd release them all. Believe me. Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease believe me! I didn't want it to. You believe me, right? I didn't want to be surrounded by so much screaming and blood and death. I didn't want this I-I-I-I....Thank you...
I ran into the hallway as that thing slammed into it. I reacted to same as I did with the Rake, a mental shield (it saved my ass twice during this.... debacle). The first time I used it, it....It hit me so hard, I dented the steel door behind me.
After that I...I don't remember much of what happened next. Much of it was a blur of red, white, black and, of course, seeing the corpses of my co-workers who'd been alive once before, some of them with mouths opened in silent screams. I....They hate me, you know. I hear them screaming at me in my head when I sleep. I could've saved them. I really could have. They had families, they had a place here, they didn't have to die. I....I'm dead to my family, to the world that I once knew, the would I once held a part in. They,...they could've gone back but me? I....I shouldn't dwell on such things. It is...in the past and I cannot change that.
I was being followed by that thing as I tried not to die, to get help. I dodged literal bullets and figurative bullets. I....hid like a coward as everyone else was slaughtered (there is no other word for it) around me. It is strange. One doesn't think lives fragile until a disaster like this happens. It must've been at least a day before the containment squad from H.Q (yes, it was that bad that we needed "the big guns") arrived. They made a clean sweep of the place, containing everything that could and killing the adverse effects of some of the subjects. I was found by them in the dark, covered in the filth from the death outside. Battered, bruised, broken bones, hysterical me. I was in the right state for a few weeks.
The rest I've told you. Yes, heh. Harrison stood up for me when it came my time of reckoning. I owe him my life, you know. OH! Don't sigh like that! I've all the right in the world to be sentimental over this! And you know...I'm glad I met you too. You're always there for me, you always listen to me. You deal with my stupidity and antics better than everyone else and don't mind it too much. I am.....glad to call you my friend.
