Pvt. Andrew O'Kenny

Subject: Pvt. Andrew O'Kenny Thu Dec 04, 2014 10:57 am

"Frozen heart neglected by a broken mind. Locked in a box wrapped in chains of lost dreams. Buried on an island surrounded by a sea of tears. Only one soul is able to find such a place. Sadly that soul is no longer with me."

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-Status sheet-

Hair: Black

Eyes: Green

Weight: 114/160(Equipment)

Height: 5'4

Ethnic: White

Mental Health: Depressed

Physical Health: Recovering; Able to fight.

-Journal Logs-

Data Entry 001: I wiped all previous data. I will not re-add them nor talk about them too much incase I need to. Moving on, I need to give myself a formal entry-log. My name is Andrew O'Kenny, I come from a small base that's not talked about much anymore. I was in a special school that handled things uniquely in their own stature. I like it somewhat, and I kind of don't. Reason why I like it is because it taught me a lot of things I know now about engineering (Or atleast weapons because I really wanted to make stuff, not fight for a time) I decided time was time, and went with what I told was best for me, to join the military. I was at boot camp six months, and to keep myself fit, I worked my body out to gain strength and agility, along with endurance. When I got in, I was pressed harder. My height disables me from running fast, which means I'll often times be behind, or last... Moving on. I got transferred to the current city I am on, it is called New-Salus. The current captain's name is Captain Kilik Makarov. The city was made in 1951, finished in 1958. I got trained a bit, and I am now in Second Platoon under West's command. I have not met him nor will I create a log about him... I'm unsure of what else to say currently, so I will see you later. Good bye and good night, Entry logs. I'm sure there will be more of you shortly...

Data Entry 002: I met my good friend, James. I'm glad i'm not friendless at this city anymore. He's a good man, and I certainly do enjoy playing Chess with him. It got a bit intense for me, so when I made a mistake when my visor glitched, I got stale matted. I yelled. Got rematched. And i've been losing since then. I swear, I used to be good at Chess. I don't know what happened... Anyhow. I think I might have gotten onto a bad foot with Jase, one of the new recruits like me. What happened was after I lost I saw him, and wanting another game (Because boy do I get competetive) I said "Jase!" moderately loudly. He just said no and walked off. Not sure if he was in a bad mood, because I really don't know the guy. It'd be a shame to not be liked in the city, I mean, if they wanted me dead they could easily do it. Anyhow, that's getting extremely off topic to a point where I would not like discussing it. I've been having thoughts recently. Thoughts about Space. The emptiness of it, devoid of life, death awaiting inside it if you are not carful in a spaceship. Isolation, really. Then that brought me back to my own world. What about me? Am I like space? Devoid of life, a cold hard calculating war-soldier? No. Not yet. I'm only a private. That would be absurd. I'm just being depressed, that's all. Surely.

Data Entry 003: I've met new people, and i'm becoming much more sociable then I have in the past. A new guy that I met named "Rolland 'Mom' Ripley", is kinda nice. He's a pilot for the military, and so far, I like him and his attitude. He isn't a "die-hard kill everybody i'm a god so don't fuck with me" guy, and I like it when people are like that. Anyhow, moving on. I asked the Captain about Simulators, because I was going to try and run a Piloting Simulator just incase we got in deep trouble in enemy territory or we crashed and the VTOL still works, but the Pilot's dead. And other simulators to keep me capable of fighting. I mean, it's important to be able to fight, right? To talk more about the Captain, I don't neccessarily like her. Though I certainly do respect her for her position, I don't like how she curses. I dunno, that's just me. I don't like it when soldiers use profanity, it's just something that bothers me for some reason. To talk about yesterday, I saw a recruit and a trained Recon soldier "Tsukiko" spar. The recruit is clearly trained in some hand to hand combat, but he seems a bit defensive. I never got his name yet. I asked the Second Lieutenant for some Archives about the Divisions. Turns out, he repeatedly accused me of having porn on my P.D.A. Saying "They always get porn on there some how. Set up a camera in the Girl's Showering room." I don't like it when a superior talks about having porn, or like I mentioned earlier, curse. Just always bothered me. So far, it's been an interesting two days. Before I forget, we don't have any simulators. Not sure why... I don't think I mentioned that in above. Anyhow. Good bye.

Data Entry 004: War... War never changes...

We were deployed today. It certainly wasn't fun... At first it was a simple "Take over this and we're done" but, as missions always have... Something else always happen... Always. We first took out an outpost, thinking our job was nearly done, it was far from. We found some intel that there was another base near by, we weren't sure how big it was, but we knew what we were looking for. Or atleast, the Captain did. A Scouting squad as ahead of us, already at it's designation. They were all dead, every single one of them. Some limbless others... God it was horrible. I got quiet, respecting my fellow dead soldiers. After that, we got sent into a squad with people I some what trust. Jase Ramensin, Private Rook, James, and me. I was happy to be with men that I knew decently. Jase was acting like he had orders over us, and I was perfectly fine with that. I was in no mood nor shape to do such a task after my stomach almost vomiting inside my own helmet. He told me to wait by the elevator which I found about earlier, it was a hanger's bay. After waiting we moved to another elevator and went up to the surface, being brought back from the underworld, I looked at my surroundings. James took the bunker, two others took corners, and I took the roof of the hanger. It certainly was a observational place, so long I wasn't having a light on, ofcourse. Time flew by... I'm only waiting the inevitable for now... And whether the inevitable is death, or life. That answer, is soon to come. I'm already running low on ammunition, and I can certainly agree that it will be a bad thing if I run out of ammo for my assault rifle in combat... But then again, that's why we have pistols. A side-arm is always a very nice thing to have. I like it, it's a very strong weapon too. I'm being told to get off of my P.D.A, so. Good bye.

Data Entry 005: I don't like where things are heading. I have nothing to do, i've been detained in a holding cell that's circuler, and about three feet apart maybe. Put beneath concrete, I am unable to talk to anybody. Sadly, I was going to appologize to Eve and practically beg for her mercy. But that wont get anywhere now. I believe the one punishing me now will be Alex West instead of the Captain, though i'm fully aware that the Captain could easily override what West plans to do. I made plans and ideas I originally was going to go to keep myself alive, but clearly, there's no chance of that. I have to roll for pure luck here. And if it's not high, i'm dead, or gone from the military, certainly. Just incase in the off-chance of an Execution, I will be writing my will right here, and right now.

To anybody who reads this during the date of my death, it is an unfortunate turn of events. I wish for my PDA files and PDA itself to be sent to either James, West, or buried underneath with me in the soil in which I remain. I created an account with my information containing a bit of credits I have earned over my life, and I hope that it will become of most usefulness just incase of a death. Other then that, I don't care what you do with the rest of the stuff, so long it gets put in a respectful spots. My final good-bye is to you. Alex West, though I may not have known you for a long time when I die tomorrow if I do, I certainly will miss leading under the control of your hand. And for those other soldiers I have faught along side with, i'll miss you all bravely. Good bye, everybody. O'Kenny will pray for you in Heaven.

Entry Log 006: I'm so hated in this city. I can feel it. I'm even more isolated then i've ever been. Normally i'm used to being heavily isolated, but what i'm not used to, is the feeling of being hated by almost every single soul on this ship... Everybody hates me... I can tell... I'll be honest with you, God. I never believed in you. But i'm pleading to you now. Please... Make a few souls on this ship not hate me, help them forgive me for my sins that I have comitted on this hellish plane-... What am I talking about... I'm pleading for forgiveness to a god that doesn't exist... I don't like this... I need happy thoughts.

Sydney... I'll never forget you for the kindness you have shown me from when we were at the school, your compassinate soul may rest in peace if you are not alive... I hope that god exists, and that you are in heaven. I'll be sent to hell for my sins, even if I am forgiven by the lord and what might be my 'Savior'... But it'll never happen. I know it wont. Because I shot a fellow soldier in the chest with a high-calliber pistol... I'm sorry, Eve... Please forgive me... But I know you wont... That's not your type... You'll only forgive me in a forced event, and I don't want this... To whoever reads this when I die... Let it be known... I love everybody, but not everybody loves me...

Data Entry 007: It's so obvious. The dust-storm provides a perfect chance for this battle plan to par take. I can understand on how to take it over, it's so clear.

**Would be a drawling of a map with many circles, lines, and scribbly lines of text which is not able to be told what it says. But it appears cursive. You can clearly see two things, the City, and the outpost with a hanger it. The lines and circles seem to be focused more near the outpost and hanger. To an experienced Strategist, it appears to be a messy form of a battle plan. To a regular soldier, it looks like somebody took a map and played a game on it.**

Data Entry 008: I just made myself look like a fool infront of about two platoon leaders, and five privates. I feel like a completely and utter retarded child for doing that. I don't know if my plan was good or not, but it certainly was better then rook's "Suicide Bombing" idea. I mean... Seriously? Moving on, I guess I should feel some what proud, not afraid to speak of my plan until it was called out for being silly or stupid... Oh well... Life is trial and error... Right?

Data Entry 009: I don't get this. I had the weirdest dream, and when I woke up, I just looked around the room, silent, breathless. Everybody else was asleep, it was dark. It was... Scary, even. I don't know why all this happened, and it makes almost little to no sense... I'll get on with the ~~dream~~ nightmare that I had. I was lost, inside a forest. It was dark. It wasn't rainy though. I heard crickets chirping. When the dream started, I was in a camp. Surrounded by three trailers, but not a single sound to be heard. I rose up into the air, looking down at the fire as a breeze swept over my body. Looking down I was... Naked... I brought my hands to cover my exposed body. I didn't know why I was. What was I doing in the middle of a forest. I got up quickly, searching around for some sort of clothing. All I could find was some boxers and jeans, and as I picked them up, they crumpled into ashes. I was confused. Where am I?! I shouted. I swear, the whole world could hear it. I ventured into the second trailer, finding a chest. Thinking there has to be some form of clothing in here, I checked it out. Turns out... It was an assault rifle, with ammo. How was I going to carry the assault rifle? I don't know. It had a slung, so I slung it over me. Turning to the third, and final trailer, I opened the door, the creaking of it opening brought chills to my spine, it was creepy, I can affirm this much. A loud roar. That's all I heard, my body shocked and frozen as the sound-wave went over my body, sending me to a fearful hellish land. I quicky searched the last box, finding the most absurd clothing. It was a pair of panties, boots, long socks, tight leather short-shorts, a bra, and a small pink tank top. I didn't want anybody to see my genitals, so I had to wear the er... Panties, short-shorts, boots, and the tank top. I looked like a fool. The mirror even made me look like a bigger fool. But nobody's going to see this, or see me in the forest. I shuddered, as I started to go outside, looking the fire as it starts to burn down. Light being my only friend right now, I tried to find as much fire wood or anything to burn. And the only thing I coulf burn in time to keep the fire running was a bra, and ammunition. I simply started to venture offwords, deeper into the forest. The loud, harsh sound that scarred me, occured again, in a much more angered town, yelling "ANDREW, YOU IDIOT". I ran. A large, angry beast following me, laughing at my ridiculed outfit and my speed. It's clearly not happy with my actions. I turned around with the assault rifle unslung, opening fire into the beast's chest, as the metallic sound ringing off, bouncing bullets off as it started to flee. What was this beast? Why did it want me? Next thing I remember, is when a large fellow behind me picked me up, and slammed me into the ground. I woke up...

Data Entry 010: Oh my... I wont lie, I've been very busy. Extremely. I've yet to be promoted, sadly, which makes matters worse when I think about how bad things have gotten. I must not be doing such a good job, to remain a private this long. It's... Saddening. Atleast I got some free time, I wont lie, I'm happy about this. If I didn't, I dunno where i'd be at. I've been so caught up in all this stuff that I had to even re-read everything I've written down. Thank god for Data Entries... Otherwise, I'd lose my mind not knowing what I did the last few weeks... There isn't much I want to speak about, it's all too personal, and I've been getting the feeling that my entry logs aren't only read by me... I only wish for the best... Best regards, myself.

Data Entry 011: My dreams are constantly shifting in mood, it's... Strange. I'll tell you the story of what the hell I woke up to, frozen in solemn silence, the soldiers staring at me. I only had to look towards a mirror to notice how sweaty I was... I should consult a Doctor.

It was on that damn desert outlands. It was day, I remember it, specifically. With my rifle at my side, I was constantly progressing through the undergrounds, the Xeno's that came only being slaughtered by bullets. There was no life for these.. Creatures. At least, not any compassion for it to matter. Then... He came; the guardian. Ramming me across the hall into my doubtingly demise. Yet... I survived. What in God's name deemed myself worthy of living, did he simply will it to be, or was I just lucky...? I woke up; frightened. And, seemingly I pissed off a few others troopers, as I awoke to a "Shut the fuck up, before I make you." Disregarded. I went back to sleep.

Waking up in a medical bay. I was in the Rebel base; I was confused, I was frightened. I thought they captured me. My fear and training disproved me. I was wounded, beyond my abilities to simply walk out. I propped myself against the wall, and waited for my captors to come; curious, so that I may destroy them... Yet... It was not a rebel, that came to the room I was stuck in... It was a trooper, a Medical Trooper, and this time... I killed her. Blood pooling around her, only to alert other troopers of my presence, all running in, with me only in shock as to what I just did. I am no soldier, I am merely a weak child...

Data Entry 012: I just woke up, from a short coma i've been in recently been in. A lot of people I used to know aren't here anymore. I miss some of them, the stories they told under the starry nights of space. The people who used to actually be friends with me, gone due to their own actions, or transfer. I'm going to miss them, a lot. To all those who will never be known as a name, to those who will never be remembered by their family and loved ones, and to all those who always were a friend to anybody who had to go through the same. I will remember your name.

Rest in peace to those who serverd in the City. Your actions will be remembered, and your names shall be written down in history...

Adam Vaelyom Walsh:

Scorned, Hated, Not liked, Indifferent, Okay, Friend, Need to Protect, Family, MIA

The Others - The other students in my school were none the less, completely strange to me. Making me a social outcast I never generally like those students. They were always so... Different. Some were interested into the weapons, and for their sheer power, destruction, and ability to cause death, sadistic... Others were very phyiscally strong. Could punch down a building with their bare fists. Others were extremely smart, intelligent, but never had a knack for doing things. Always convinced others to do it for them. Then the inbetweens... There weren't many. Though the ones I do know was me, and Sydney...

My Simulation - Each and every simulation was personalized, individual, or so I picked up. I don't understand why, but it's a constantly dark city, constantly raining. I'm left alone left to defend myself from these... Humans I do not even understand. They were always different every simulation. I remember the Anarachists burning down the city... I remember those... Soldiers... I loved it... It proved my skills to myself and gave me excellent training. I thank this wonderful device for what it's done for me. Giving me the ability to think fast, and fight the unexpected. It's a useful task.

John - This was the man who fed me. He watched me, he talked to me. He was the only one I knew. He was the man in our dorms who made sure we were being good. Not being a disturbance. He looked out for me personally, as if I was more important then the others. I'm not sure why. It's confusing. He kept me away from the other kids. To see what would happen, or a cruel trick my father played to make me how I am today, a lone trooper that isn't so physically fit as I am mentally... Maybe it's destiny

My gun - A short stocked sub-machine gun with full black on coating to match. It makes use of .45 ACP ammunition and has a high rate of fire, though on the downside it only has thirty bullets per magazine, which can limit the amount of time I can use it for given it's rate of fire being, like I said, high. It was built for me, by me, and in only use by me. I destroyed the blue-prints to it after I built it so that only I my have it. It is not silenced. (Update 2) I lost you in the process of joining, which really upsets me... I really don't like not having my special gun, I now have some sort of Assault-Rifle, which is bigger and bulky. Again, just not me. I really hope i'll be able to make my own in the future again... (Update 2) Well I lost you. I'll miss you during the mean time. I wont be able to re-use you again in a long time. Until i'm a higher ranking Civil Protection unit... And here I am, still a recruit...

My armor - The recruit armor makes great use of strength and durability. Along with it being extremely practical, it has protected me where I would normally get hurt in other armor. It has been shortened to fit my height, and been painted fully on black with the visors being tinted black. I'm not sure what it's composition is made of, but it certainly is a very helpful thing. The only thing I don't like about it is the camera built inside my helmet. It live-feeds it to whoever. I cannot disable it. (Update 2) Well I lost you. I'll miss you during the mean time. Too bad that the Civil Protection has to use some ugly colors.

C45.MPF-RCT.08569 'John' - During a time of traveling from city to city for training, we were allowed to talk to eachother. Hector was a man that was older then me by four years, and standed at an astounding height of 6'5. It's clear that the man was for physical features, not mental, as this guy was completely stupid and aggressive. He certainly kicked my ass many times during the haul. I will never forgive this man. I wonder if the mom is big and stupid, along with the dad as well.

Sydney - This person looks nothing like me, yet this person acts like as if they were meant for me. The only thing setting us apart was her gender, like a sibling to me, or maybe even *my* sibling to me, she treated me extremely nice in school. I do not recall why what happened to her was so... Needed. She had issues, loads of them. And she ran away. I don't know where she is, but I certainly will miss her... If she's alive.

C45.MPF-GRID.OfC.51621 'Captain Kaitlyn Robinson' - I have yet to personally meet this girl. She is a captain in our forces, i've checked the data-files on the computer to get a general description of her. It's not the best, but. She's young, younger then me. Like everybody seems to be. At the rank of Captain, she commands me I believe, if I am put in her squad that is. She has short blonde hair, much like a tom-boy. I couldn't figure much out besides that. When I meet her, i'll be sure to ask her many more questions. (Update 2) Turns out that this person is my commanding officer. I respect her for being in that position, usually Sexism gets in the way and she's quite the girl. But hell, if she's powerful enough and/or stayed alive enough to be a Captain, I'll gladly serve under her command. I have hope for this Captain... I really do have a good feeling about her. (Update 3) My Captain. I've been able to know her a bit more now, so I figured it's time to update on how I feel about her. Though she does curse often, and I do not personally like that. I think she is capable of command very much so, just not so much for the fact she sometimes does things that I think is just down right rude or something else. Moving on, I do still do not know her on a personal level yet. Maybe in the future, when I actually meet her in person, will I be able to form an actual opinion (Update 4) I can already predict my future. Execution, sentence to jail, or a pardon if i'm lucky. Though that's most likely not going to happen. All I need to do is to first have a plan. I need abled friends and intelligent people to help my case so that the Captain wont just shoot me in the head and say "Good bye, Andrew". That'd be a... Terrible fate. I really hope she's more understanding then what the outside is, and if she reads my PDA which i'm almost certain she can lift the password during my Military Arrest, I will be less likely to have the ability to stay good. I can't tell my plans themselves, but I need to talk to Eve... But not now, she's mad at me still. Probably. (Update 5) I bet you look yourself in the mirror, and ask yourself "Why do I do this? Why do I keep my units alive? They're all dumb fucks. They do retarded things all the time. Why are people like Andrew O'Kenny completely stupid, somtimes?" Atleast once. But. I can imagine how you feel. The stress of so many soldiers in your hands, dying at any moment in time. The amounts of loses you have had must be astronomical. I feel sorry for you. Like, seriously. But you show me mercy on a mistake I couldn't prevented, and I haven't even met you. I thank you for this. I really do. Thank you, Cap'n. I hope I can be the best unit you ever wanted. I really do. Side note: I've written so much about you, and I never even met you. Odd.

~~C45.MPF-HELIX.05.03591 'Jase Ramensin'~~ - He is a man of proper military conduct. I've seen him shoot on the firing-field. He seems to know. I don't know how he knows all this so fast, quite frankly i'm impressed. Not everybody learns so fast. I'm curious about his I.Q right now. He has quite the accent. Though it's not one of my favourites, I certainly do think that he has some skills of some Non-military stuff. Returning to the subject of his weapon skills, he aims for the chest, so if I ever started to dislike this man for some reason and/or he went A.W.O.L, then I need to wear thicker armor in my chest. (Update 2) I was playing a game of chess, right? And James kicked my butt quite hard. Anyhow, I think he was done with chess, so I saw him, and said his name "Jase!". He just said no and walked off. I don't even understand why... I really hope I just got off on a bad foot with him. Otherwise everything's going bad too fast for me. (Update 3) Now, I really do not like you. At first I thought it was just a bad thing, but you really get tough when stuff doesn't go your way. Originally I just thought you were in a bad mood. But really? You're a country-boy who's hot tempered way to easily. I don't know if I can forgive you yet, but in the near future... Maybe. (Update 3) I heard that you died. I may not have liked you, but as soldiers of war, you still deserve to rest in peace. I hope you'll have good people to keep you company in heaven.

C45.MPF-RCT.64128 'Johnathan Truity' - He is another soldier, currently a recruit as of this writing. He looks like the following, need I ever remember this: Around six feet tall, he is also young. He has brown eyes, along with black hair (Styled as a Buzz-Cut.) He fires in small bursts, but that's when he's relaxed, I don't know if he will go fully-automatic or not. If he does, I need to concentrate on armor in the head, as that's where it seems he's aimed at. If not, I really already should be protecting it anyhow. I don't need to be running around like a tribal. He listens, and has good skills with it so far.

C45.MPF-GRID.01.96512 'Hudson' - He's a higher ranking then me as of this moment. He has a crew cut, brown hair with green eyes, a full beard, and is a part of the 1st Platoon. Standing at about 6'4 or something along those lines, this man is clearly trained. He fires in short bursts while aiming down the sights. After all, accuracy is key to everything, correct? I haven't met this man to know his personality yet, sadly. (Update 2) At first, during the conflict, I really thought you were going to not see my way, but after I explained, you understood. You weren't biased, and I am perfectly okay with your judgement with the final problem. Even though he's putting me under Military arrest for now. Moving on, later you did something that greatly embarrassed me. Using me to show not to be 'Trigger Happy'. True, I was fearful for my life and it caused me to fire upon a friendly soldier. Though, I do respect the idea behind it, and how it would have been a good example to other men. Strangely, I sort of appriciate him for this, but hate him...

C45.MPF-HELIX.02.73169 'Boris' - So far, he seems to be smug. But almost all higher-rankings in the military have this personality. So far, I do not like his personality. He's probably used to not being liked. He likes to make bets, and he seems to like to be loud, and/or be attentionative. Silence is the door, and stealth is the key. I do however, respect the man for being in the military. Not everybody gets in. It takes time. Not days, not a few months, this guy's spent /years/ inside the Military. Hopfully we'll have a friendlier relationship in the future.

C45.MPF-JUDGE.02.51241 'Tsukiko Hayashi' - A japanese woman, she is in the Recon Division. Her medium-black hair with her blue eyes with the height of 5'8, only three inches taller then me, makes her somebody that I already like. So far she does not seem smug or to be a smart ass, though what's true is that she is probably much more highly trained then I will be for awhile now. Being a Sargeant takes wits, intelligence, and skill. She aims for more vital areas of the human bodies, I.E Head/Heart, and if trying to take down without killing, Knee-caps, Elbows. This is a presumptuous, ofcourse. (Update 2) She appears to have an augmented right arm, I.E A false arm. That means she wont feel pain there. I'm curious as to how such an incident from what appears to be a highly trained martial arts (Or something along those lines) were to lose an arm. Must've been from range, that's the only way I can imagine. A sniper on a building. I wonder how'd she do in the simulations.

James Aren - He's a friend of mind. He went to my school with me, we've been great friends ever since then. I challenged him to a game of chess today, as of writing his in. It turns out, even though I have four units, he beat me. I'll admit, he was always a great strategist. A surely capable mind, I could imagine seeing him as a leader... Though, that's never been his interest. He's great at chess too, kicked my butt certainly a few times. I really need to work at my game in chess... I used to be better at it...

C45.MPF-GRID.OfC.59348 'Aromin Dravus' - A cold, calculating Second Lieutenant that is willing to break the rules in order to train his soldiers. He held a gun to a recruit questioning his loyalty to the Combine. He said that Combine was in the wrong, whereas rebels were in the right. Though it was something that anybody could fall for, I question his authority in that position. We confronted him after I reported it to the Tsukiko, the Japanese Recon Sargeant. Hopfully if things go worse, nobody will be hurt in the conflict. Unless ofcourse, he is demoted. That would be perfectly fine I guess. Though he did give me some Archives to some of the Division-Data. So he's not all that bad.

'Mom' - He's our pilot for our Platoon. I thought humor was a good attempt to make friends, so far, it kind of worked. He didn't get the joke at first, but he does now. If you don't understand it in the Future, Andrew, it's because he's a pilot and because of this he "Flies" (Drives) us around in to the (Soccer) Field. A joke about a Soccer Mom. Though he's a guy, I really hope that me and him will become friends. Otherwise, it would be a sad thing to berett him with what I would imagine, be an embarrassing nick name. Other then that, he should be fine. I have a good feeling about this guy already.

'Rook' - When our squads got seperated, this guy was with us. I remember who he is. I played chess against him earlier, when a higher-ranking called me. I made too many mistakes, so I said "You win." (Remember when you used to be good at chess?) Moving on. I would never have thought to have a man so smart, and smug as well to be on my team, be a good person. I like him so far. Though he is a bit smug, and I personally don't like it. I have a good feeling about him. Because in the end, he's going to get places. Whether I follow with him or not, I don't know. But other then that, me and Rook are probably going to become friends in the near future.

'Eve' - I shouldn't have shot you, and I feel like a complete utter idiot for doing this. And because I feel extremely guilty, I feel the need to protect you, even though I know you do not like me. I really hope in the future you'll understand and wont be mad at me, I am very very sorry. I predict a future one sided hatred between you and me... I just hope you'll eventually understand... And not be mad at me. To move on from this rather emotional description, outside of that, what I do know is that she is a Medical unit that's currently a private. I don't know much about her other then this, besides the fact she really hates me right now.(Update 2) I thought it was just a mistake on my part, but then I truely understood you. You're not a misunderstood soul at all, you're a jerk. A total jerk. But not enough to make me curse you out... Only few have reached that far, and I doubt you will reach there... I wont talk to you, but I still feel guilty for shooting you... I probably wont talk to anybody for a long while for now unless it's needed... I hate myself right now. (Update 3) You appologized. I respect you for that. I haven't been able to update this recently, but I have time now. I heard you had a panic attack today... I feel sorry for you, Eve. Panic attacks are not fun from what I know about them. Anyhow. I haven't talked to you recently, though I do know one things. Maybe, we could be friends... Oh, there you are. You're watching me type this as I am doing this. This is rather awkward for me. You seem to think I don't remember your appology. Ofcourse I do, I remember alot of things... And now you're off... Bye!

'Alex West' - Well. I haven't met you, though I do know this. You're going to be extremely angry that a unit of yours broke a rule and fired upon a friendly unit (By mistake, mind you). I can already predict that you will be like the others, and will most likely, be angry, cold-hearted, cold-calculationg, and probably not help me what so ever. Though my gut feeling tells me to try a chance with you. And if that chance goes well, I can very well be back in action. How long before I get betrayed, I don't know. But Alex, sir. If you will give me a chance... I'll be whatever you want me to become. (Update 2) You got demoted from Platoon leader. I feel sorry for you right now. I really do. I know how it feels to be stripped of something. I haven't seen you around though, it seems a bit silly to demote you right now. Personal opinion though, really.

Myself - What can I say about myself? There' so much to tell... I've been in so many places, so many battles it feels like i've stared death in the face and ended up slapping him and telling him to leave. I don't know why, but only guilt, depresssion, and hatred can be used to describe me. I'm almost certain everybody in this city hates me... I can only imagine it... I don't know if it'll ever go away, but I really feel like this will be a major downhill in my life. Like somebody once told me. "Frozen heart neglected by a broken mind. Locked in a box wrapped in chains of lost dreams. Buried on an island surrounded by a sea of tears. Only one soul is able to find such a place. Sadly that soul is no longer with me." (Update 2) I shouldn't hate on myself. I wrote this in a state of depresssion, and whether or not I am still depressed, does not matter. I still feel guilty for shooting Eve. I really do. And I haven't really redeemed myself from that action just yet. So I really hope that I can make myself feel better in the near future... Maybe.(Update 3) As i've stated above. Hating on myself is bad. I decided that the only way for me to feel better, is to not hate on myself. Others? No. I can't hate on anybody. That'd be absurd just to hate people due to what they're like. The people I do like are stated in above via green, or lime green text. It's pretty obvious. And here I am, sitting alone at a table, playing with my P.D.A, and typing this up. I must look like a loner. I probably do, actually.

Dad - I never knew you personally, and this upsets me to say this. But I hate you, dad. You were never there for me, and all I can assume is you left me in that school for god knows why... You will never be able to atone for your actions, and I will never ever want to meet you. So here is your son. A person who everbody will hate, and probably will always hate. Isolation was a keen thing of mine, hasn't it?

Bill - I have seen you multiple times in the city, and you remind me of James. You sometimes creep me out, but sometimes... I like you... I don't want to be quick to judging you, because I don't know if you're looking out for me because you want to, or you were ordered too.. And if it's the latter... I have more to fear then being hated by everybody on the ship. I don't know you very well, Bill... I hope we can become pals.

C45.MPF-GRID.OfC.70451 'Jayce' - Another Captain? I thought the Combine wasn't supposed to have more then one captain, I mean a co-captain, I'd understand but... Two? A man and woman. If they've known eachother for a long time, I would imagine that they'd develop a Friendship, or even love for one each other. Though Kaitlyn is probably hiding their secret relationship, and Jayce is just helping her out. I dunno. I've never personally had a girlfriend myself. I just never met a girl. And no, i've never met a boy. I don't swing that way, that's just. No. I don't know much about this captain just yet... So in the future, if I do meet him... Maybe we could be friends.

Silence - I've never truely valued you. Never really thought over you, never really noticed you. Until now. I never realised that you would be a true friend to me. I really would only now see that you are a great ally if used properly. Yet, a true adversary if used improperly. I'll never overestimate you, nor underestimate. Silence is the key, and stealth is the answer...

Veteran Posts : 55 Join date : 2014-11-18

oh my god this was from supernova sector lmao jesus christ

Subject: Re: Pvt. Andrew O'Kenny Thu Dec 04, 2014 12:09 pm

ShadyNasty wrote:: oh my god this was from supernova sector lmao jesus christ

I rped there for a week or so before I pissed off too many people icly so I wimped out.

Veteran Posts : 55 Join date : 2014-11-18

Acidic_TACO wrote:

ShadyNasty wrote:: oh my god this was from supernova sector lmao jesus christ

I rped there for a week or so before I pissed off too many people icly so I wimped out.

i rped there for about a year and 2 months since a little after server start and got banned for something i didn't do because the owner is a sperg

Subject: Re: Pvt. Andrew O'Kenny Thu Dec 04, 2014 12:18 pm

Yep, it's from Nova. Trying to adjust it for HL2RP~

Subject: Re: Pvt. Andrew O'Kenny Thu Dec 04, 2014 12:21 pm

Oh dear, me and Shady admin'd there for a while...

o7 never forget.

Subject: Re: Pvt. Andrew O'Kenny Thu Dec 04, 2014 12:27 pm

Autoplay is the spawn of satan.