Origin of Actors of War - Part II
I suppose I should start at the beginning. Before I came up with the title. Before I got into Percy Jackson & the Olympians. To before I knew I was even writing fanfiction. Bear with me while I attempt to recollect the rough chronology of events and thought processes that occurred over almost a decade-and-a-half ago.
When I was in the third-grade, I was formally introduced to the concepts of nuclear apocalypse, World War III, and Judgment Day from the movie Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines. As much as it was terrifying and awesome at the same time, this movie sent me down a deep misanthropic path of existential depression. This is what fucking started it. I was young, impressionable by what I saw in movies and on TV, but it fucked me up hard. And as painful as it still is, I’m glad.
As it got closer to the holidays, our class was tasked to write a story related to Thanksgiving. At the time I hated writing and reading. I couldn’t think of whatever the fuck I wanted to write about so I made up some bullshit that followed the plot of Terminator 3 and had robot turkey assassins. I struggled. Teacher sat down and edited it with me so as to not make it sound like plagiarism. I mean, how? Little did we both know it was fanfiction. It sucked.
