|What the hell, mun?
||[Dec. 31st, 2006|02:26 pm]
The Scribe's Mind - An Exercise in Self Indulgence
Why... why are you trying to give me reasons for why I do what I do?|
Isn't what I am good enough? I'm a crazy bastard. That should be all you need.
Bah. Fine fine. Let's spell all this shit out. If you don't end up using it, fine by me. In fact, I hope you don't.
So... how do you figure this? I did everything I did out of despair for what I was created as? No... I guess that's not it. More like... I looked at my life one day, and realized... I was made as a war machine. That was my lot in life; constructed from day one to serve as a combatant. X, X had weapons, but... he obviously had some other purpose intended, didn't he?
So, what? I decided that since I was a war machine, that was what I'd be? Is that what you figure, mun? It makes sense. I threw everything I had into that kind of life, and they called it irresponsible. They said I enjoyed my work too much. What the hell?! I mean, you people MADE ME for this job. I'm not allowed to enjoy my work? And so what if I few of my fellow Hunters 'got hurt' while doing it? It's not my problem...
So they locked me away? How did I figure that, hmm? Ah yes, I hated it. I wasn't just being denied my freedom, I was being denied my life. They go on and on, about how reploids have choices, but in the end, if you don't do what you do the exact way they wanted, you became a Maverick.
... So, if I was being labeled again, a Maverick I would be.
They made me... they made me what I am today. And no, I don't blame them, do I? I LIKE what I am! I DON'T WANT TO WANT SOMETHING BETTER! I enjoy being a monster, mun! YOU WILL NOT TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME, YOU HEAR ME?! It's the one thing I've been able to decide for myself!
I still liked it better when you didn't have any of this shit in mind.