Dear Diary…..
It was a cold chilly night, just like any other but there is a strange yet very familiar feeling. In this game called life we fear monsters or calamities or any other supernatural/ superficial entities, yet the real monsters that we should truly be scared of is the thing we call "humans"; or in other words us.
As I am sitting here writing in this dear diary like any other time, with the contents being often related ir sometimes even downright a one to one copy of another.
Sometimes I wonder why are we here? Why do we have to fight and kill others; they had a life just like our too. So why do we fight in wars; is it to protect the people we love? is it to do what is right? NO we humans are just selfish creatures born to take anything even if it is not ours to own.
-Gye Man-Shik
Todays summary: (Day 1)
Allies;
28 deaths
73 injured
12 unknown
Enemy;
41 deaths
Injuries -unknown-
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[In a forest deep inside a war zone, a man all alone was sitting beside a huge rock. He was covered in blood and he was surrounded by the bodies of people.]
[He was sitting there writing in his diary so nonchalantly as if he wasn't surrounded by the bodies of people that are deceased.]
[He seems to be sad, well it wouldn't be a surprise if he really is because who wouldn't be in his current position. Having to kill or be killed and the only way to survive was to destroy others. No matter what one does; it doesn't matter or have meaning and the only people that are not suffering, are the ones who aren't here anymore.]
[After writing in his diary, the man seems to have fallen asleep leaning on the rock while a single tear rolled down his face.]